***POV NOAH***
I laughed as I watched her frantically fiddling with her cell phone, knowing exactly what she was researching.
After she had her first wonderful squirt, we had another delicious round of sex and then went to take a shower. We were both exhausted. She came four times; she was even struggling to keep her legs steady on the floor, so much so that I carried her to the bathroom on my lap. As soon as we got out of the shower, she was able to walk. She was sore, but she was able to stand up. She was wearing a bathrobe, and she was frantically fiddling with her cell phone.
“Did you find what you were looking for?” I asked after watching her stop typing and just read what was written on her cell phone screen.
“Squirting comes from squirts. However, in recent years, the term has come to be used to represent ejaculation through the vulva or vagina, which occurs after reaching a very high level of pleasure.” She reads it and looks at me; her cheeks have taken on a very reddish hue, considering that she's very white. “I'm feeling like an uninformed old woman,” she snorted in annoyance.
“You're not old, and, normally, you don't know. Many women have never reached this level of pleasure and have never had this privilege. How did you feel?” I asked, wanting to know.
She looked at me for a few long seconds, then looked back down at her cell phone, bit her lip, and looked back up at me.
“How convinced will you be if I tell you it was the best orgasm of my life?” She asked, drawing a laugh from me.
“And I tell you that I'm very happy to hear that... I want to give you sensations and emotions that you don't know. I want to mark you, so you'll never forget me.” I'm sincere, approaching her in quick steps, wrapping my arm around her waist, and pulling her delicious body close to mine. “You're too beautiful,” I said, sniffing your neck. I loved your natural smell; it drove me crazy. “I'm addicted to your scent.”
“I'm exhausted,” she complains.
“I know,” I said, caressing her face. “Shall we rest?”
I looked at the clock on the bedroom wall to see that it was just after 5 am. We spent the whole night fucking.
“I have an appointment in two hours," I said begrudgingly. I couldn't miss training today...
“Is something wrong?” She asked, watching me.
“I wanted to be with you for the rest of the day.”
“I don't want you to miss anything because of me,” she said, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I remember your father's words well.”
“Don't call him,” I asked.
“But he's right. Don't let anyone take your focus away. Focus on your career; you're still young.”
“I don't want to stress myself out with you. Honestly... Let's go to bed.”
It's not enough that my father keeps talking in my ear; I don't want Isabela to do it too. I know they're talking for my good, but damn it, can't I have a life too? Can't I be with someone? Can't I love you? Can't I be happy?
“I'm sorry,” she asked, pulling away from me. I watch her take off her robe and look around the room for her clothes. When she finds her clothes, which are on top of the armchair, she walks over to me to pick them up, and I hold her wrists. She looked at me without understanding.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I'm going to get ready.”
“What for?”
“To leave...”
“I told you I have an appointment in two hours, but I still want to be with you for the next few hours.”
She stared at me for long minutes, and nothing came of it. I hate her silence.
“I'm sorry if I was rude to you.”
“I'm sorry for getting into your life. I'm sorry for butting in.”
I took a deep breath.
You need patience to deal with women. Because, damn, that's hard!!!
I've never had to think so hard about someone, not least because I've never wanted someone like this...
Isabela is going to drive me crazy!
She's that woman who's full of phases. One day she smiles, the next she frowns. She has a sweet smile, but her gaze is mysterious. She doesn't know what she wants. One day she wants everything, and the next she wants nothing. And she's always looking for meaning in life. She lives full of questions and totally without answers. She wishes for calm at certain times, and at others, all she wants is for something surprising to happen. She has a coarse manner, but that hides how kind she is. She can be kind, but she can also be mean. She loves it very much, although she doesn't like to show it. All her coldness is just a mask to protect herself. She's been hurt so much, she's afraid, and she's lost herself in the sea of feelings inside her.
I know all this and I really try to be understanding, but sometimes, damn it, I'm going crazy.
“Isa,” I said, taking a firm hold of her wrist and looking into her eyes. “You misunderstood me.”
“I don't think so,” she pulled my arm tightly and crossed them in front of her chest.
“I get a lot of pressure from my father every day, and when I'm with you, I just want to forget everything. Because you make me forget about the outside world, and I only think about us. I don't want to think about responsibility or anything else. I want to think about us. Me and you.”
“I didn't want to put pressure on you,” she says now with a soft voice and without giving me that hard look. “But I don't want you to get hurt because of me.”
“Don't worry about that,” I said, moving closer to her again. “Just worry about being with me, and everything will be fine.” I pulled her close to me. She stood with her arms crossed. All sassy and proud! “Give me a kiss,” I pouted, and she turned her face away, trying to hold in her laughter. “I know you want to...”
She kept looking to our right, and I held her face with my hand, making her eyes meet mine. I gave her a long kiss.
“Let's lie down now; I'm dead.”
She didn't say anything, just nodded and walked over to the bed, lying down naked.
It'll be hard to sleep with this naked temptress next to me.
“What's wrong?” I heard her sweet voice. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to think of anything other than sex, and she moaned my fucking name.
“It's impossible to sleep knowing that you're naked in the same bed as me.”
She smiled, laughed out loud, and looked down at the towel tied around my waist. The volume of my member stood out; I was already hard and itching to fuck her.
“I can get dressed if you like,” she suggested.
“No way.” I approached the bed, took the towel off, put it on the armchair, and lay down next to her. “Come here,” I begged her to snuggle into my arms. She moved closer and laid her head on my chest.
I felt at home, at peace when I was with her.
Oh, if she only knew...