Chapter 17 Having Him
Isabella POV
His hand slid into the fall of my hair, and he gripped me tightly, adjusting my face to look at him head-on. “They were boys. I’m a man.” His eyes shifted to my lips. “You’re all woman, from head to toe. I’ve never laid eyes on a more beautiful woman, so sexy and strong. I’ll make you forget any other man has ever been between your legs.
I’ll wipe away their memory and make you think of me when you touch yourself.”
“You’re awfully cocky…”
He tugged on my hair a little harder. “Because I earned it.” His hand released my hair and slid down to my shoulder. His finger hooked in the strap and he pulled it off my shoulder, revealing my bare skin. He craned his neck down and kissed it, sucking my skin aggressively and even giving it a gentle bite.
I closed my eyes and suppressed the moan that wanted to emerge from my throat. My hands immediately reached out and gripped his torso, feeling my thumbs slip on his abs because they were so smooth.
He kissed up my neck until his lips hovered over my ear. He breathed hard, his arousal audible in the simple sound. His hand pulled down my other strap until my other shoulder was revealed. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you, baby.”
My hands gripped his hips, still using him for balance. My breathing matched his, feeling the same arousal in my veins as he felt in his lungs. My thumbs pressed into his, and I kept my eyes closed, overwhelmed by his control over me. “Tell me, baby.”
When I was with a man, I liked to be on top. I liked to go at the pace I wanted, to grind my clit against his pelvic bone as I moved. Watching his face darken with arousal as he watched me just turned me on more. “I want to fuck you…”
The next breath he released was louder than all the others, showing his surprise and his approval. His hands moved to my hips, and he played with the lace of my thong before he stepped away. The muscles of his back tightened and shifted as he walked away, his powerful shoulders sexy in the light of the flames. He moved on the bed and sat against the headboard, his large dick lying against his stomach. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and slowly jerked himself. “Strip.”
He rested his mass against the wooden headboard, his chest rising and falling with his deep breathing. He was rockhard and drooling from the tip. I pulled the baby doll over my head, taking some of my hair with it. I stood in
just my panties and walked closer to the bed, my fingers hooking into the straps at my hips.
His eyes followed my hands, staring at the way I played with myself. I slowly pulled my panties down, taking my time before I finally revealed the nub between my legs. When I stood upright again, he stared right at my most intimate place, squeezing his dick a little harder. When he motioned for me to
sit on his lap, all he gave was a slight nod of his head, his jaw hard from the way his teeth were clenched tightly together.
I moved onto his lap, my thighs parted over his hips. He was a big man, so I felt weightless putting my entire body on him. My pussy sat right against his hard cock, and the instant I felt just how thick he was, a jolt of electricity ran through my stomach.
He sat upright against the headboard, his long legs stretched out across the bed. He had muscular thighs and toned calves, every part of his body chiseled to perfection. I’d never seen a more powerful man buck naked. The men I dated were usually fit, but not as intensely as this man.
I felt his cock twitch underneath me. Because he was that big. Big enough to move a mountain with that log. His hands slid up my thighs until he reached my ass. He gripped both of my cheeks and pulled me a little closer, bringing my chest next to his. My nipples hardened when I felt his bare skin, the hardness of his sleek muscles.
My hands moved up his pecs to his shoulders, feeling the part of his body that I enjoyed the most besides the part I was sitting on. My fingers felt the individual grooves of muscle, and I admired his broadness. I loved the way
his size stretched a t-shirt, his hardness too big to be contained in the cotton.
He moved his forehead to mine and breathed with me, his intense gaze on my mouth. He hadn’t kissed me once since I stepped inside his domain, but he somehow excited me in other intimate ways. His eyes alone touched me everywhere, made me feel things with just their piercing gaze. “I love this…”
His hand snaked over my ass and to the curve in my back. His fingers felt the top of my ass to the middle of my spine. My fingers dug into his shoulders. “I love this.” How could I say anything like that to a man like him? How could I feel this burning chemistry between
us? I shouldn’t desire him. I shouldn’t feel myself get wet when I sat on his dick. I should be demanding to be set free.
He pressed his mouth to mine and kissed me slowly, his large hands exploring my body with their callused edges. His kiss was gentle but contained the restrained desire he always showed. He breathed with me, sucking my bottom lip, and then giving me his tongue. The stubble on his chin was already starting to return after not shaving for a few days, so it brushed against my soft cheek as our mouths moved together.
His muscular arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer to him, acting as steel cages that kept me in place. Warm and hard, it was like having a blanket wrapped around me.
The sound of our moving mouths filled the room, along with the crackling fireplace. I could hear our breathing get deeper and louder as our heat levels started to rise. I felt his hands grip me tighter, felt his cock throb underneath me.
One of his hands circled over my ass until his fingers met my clit. He kept kissing me as his fingers massaged my nub, making me breathe harder and my hips rock slightly. I realized I was starting to grind against his fingers,
loving the way they were touching me. Just the way I liked to touch myself. He sucked on my bottom lip and rubbed me harder, making me grip his biceps just to remain steady. He ended our kiss and watched my expression, his eyes full of the same arousal as mine.
His fingers slid back to my entrance, and he felt the pool of moisture that immediately smeared across them. A moan came from his throat the second he felt my arousal right in his hand.