Chapter 32 Next time Give Me A Kiss
He pulled away again, still between her thighs, his lips and chin glistening in the soft light. She opened her eyes and smiled, releasing a satisfied moan. He quickly pulled himself up on his knees, pulling down his pants, with her legs on each side of him. His dick was pressing gently against her slick opening. She knew, all he needed to do was slide in and she’d cum again, just like that. He was so hard, relentless. She never thought he had it in him. This sweet boy, who did all those things to her, who made her feel like this.
He leaned over and kissed her. She could taste herself on his lips, sweet and salty at the same time. She wanted to be full, to be filled by him. She palmed his throbbing cock with her palm, as her pussy tightened at the very thought of him entering her, hard and remorseless. She helped him slide in just a little, wanting more of him but he stopped. There was a grin on his face. He was teasing her.
“I want all you can give,” he whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. “I want all of you…”
She wanted to be his. He could feel it in her twitches, in the arching of her back, in the soft moans which were filling up the empty space around them. Neither of them cared that someone might come in any minute and catch them in the act. On the contrary, it
made the whole thing more dangerous, more passionate, more unforgettable.
Without warning, he slammed into her, balls deep. She shrieked with sweet pain and pleasure, intertwined together. He could feel her pussy tightening around him, then loosening. She hissed, her eyes widened, as he plunged even deeper into her, his hard dick filling up every inch of her as far as it could go. He could barely restrain himself, as her soft wet pussy climaxed over and over again. The sound of their sweating bodies slapping against each other merged with her sweet moaning.
Their bodies connected, he exploded into her, knowing that she’d given him everything, her body, her soul, her self. His vision blurred, as his cock throbbed somewhere deep inside of her. It felt so good he never wanted to leave that warm, safe place. Reluctantly, his dick flopped out of her. Her eyes were dreamy, satisfied. Her body relaxed, her hands resting on his neck, as he breathed heavily into her clothed chest.
A few seconds passed and they both calmed down. She opened her eyes and met his. He was smiling. His hand caressed her cheek but before either of them could say anything, there was a sound of doors opening and they quickly got decent. They turned around and saw the caretaker mopping the floors. He just waved at them, then continued with his work.
Izabella felt like staying there forever. She leaned onto his shoulder and closed her
eyes.
Why would she go and do this crazy thing now? Why?
She had no answer to any of these questions. Right now, that didn’t matter. All that mattered was Thorne’s heavy breathing and their fingers intertwined, as her head rested on his shoulder.It was late during the night when Izabella was woken up by repeated, tapping noises. She propped herself up on the bed and looked around the room. Everything was so dark, she could barely see. Then, she heard the sound again and she immediately looked at the window. Someone was throwing little pebbles on the glass.
She quickly got up and carefully walked over to the big window. She pulled the curtain to the side and peered out. Someone was out there, standing behind a large tree. The shadowy figure waved at her. Izabella squinted in an effort to see who it was but it was impossible. It was too dark. Then, she recognized the hair, the posture and, upon closer inspection, the person’s face was clear for only a second, then it was enshrouded in darkness once again.
Suddenly, Izabella realized why this person was viciously attacking her window in the dead of the night. It wasn’t just any night. It was the night.
“Oh shit!”
She jumped out of bed and started rummaging through her closet. She needed something dark, something inconspicuous, even though Reeba assured her that her friends didn’t mind having her there and she could wear whatever she wanted. Reeba vouched for her and that was enough for the rest of them.
Izabella felt proud that someone would vouch for her like that. She couldn’t remember ever having a friend like Reeba, a friend she could count on, a friend who put herself on
the line for Izabella. Brandon was always that person for her. He was her everything. He’d been her everything for such a long time, even too long. She didn’t realize this up until now and, maybe, just maybe, it was time to have such a friend and even more than one.
She put on some dark leggings and a simple black sweatshirt. She looked like a ninja. The thought made her giggle out loud. She’d always been thin and black seemed to cut her in two but she didn’t really care what she looked like. Tonight, looks were the last thing on her mind. She might be able to do the unthinkable, something she never even thought would be possible.
Patience. That was what she needed right now.
She grabbed her backpack, the one that had contained all those plants that Thorne helped her gather. She had given them to Reeba right away so the witches could prepare the flying ointment. Then she rushed outside. She was careful passing by the watchman and only when she passed, did she notice that he wasn’t even inside his little booth but probably went to the bathroom or something. She smiled at her stroke of good luck and ran to meet Reeba.
Reeba was waiting underneath a small tree now, hiding in the shadows. She was wearing a long black coat but the hem of her white dress was clearly visible. Izabella also knew that Reeba would be dancing barefoot but for now, she was wearing both socks and shoes. It’d be crazy walking through the woods barefoot in the middle of the night.
“Hey!” Izabella whispered her hello.
“You ready?” Reeba smiled.