***POV NOAH***
What could be better than waking up and being kissed? Fuck, you're crazy!
"I could wake up every day like this; this is the best way to wake up, honestly?" I said, my voice hoarse with sleep, lifting my head to look at the woman who was kissing my belly and walking towards the door to paradise. "Are you going to suck me off first thing in the morning?" I asked, looking at her mischievous face.
"Do you want this?" She asked, looking into my eyes.
"Of course I want to," I said excitedly.
She didn't say anything, but better than talking is acting, right?
Isabela quickly got rid of my underwear; it was the only piece of clothing I was wearing. She tossed my underwear aside, freeing my member, which was hard from my morning erection and from her looking at me like that.
I watched as she held my member with her right hand and slowly began to move it back and forth. She likes to torture me... Isabela looks me in the eye to see my reaction to her touches. And I like our eye contact because our gazes always say a million things that our mouths often don't say.
“Do you like it?” She asks.
“It could be better if you put that hot little mouth of yours to work,” I said, raising my hand to touch her mouth.
“You're not a very patient person.”
“Patience isn't and never has been my strong suit.” I'm sincere.
“Hum…” She just mumbled, bringing her face closer to my member, where she ran her tongue over the head, which was already honeyed from pre-cum. I felt a shiver run through my whole body as I felt the contact of his tongue with my member.
“Suck it, damn it,” I told her, holding her hair. I needed to fuck your mouth now.
I stood up quickly and Isabela looked at me curiously.
“Kneel," I ordered.
She didn't object and kneeled in front of me. I gripped her hair tightly, winding it between my fingers, and held my member, putting it all in her mouth.
There was no delicacy. I moved in and out quickly. She even choked a few times and let my cock drool all over her, which drove me even crazier.
Isabela didn't complain, because she likes it rough, just like me.
I moved in and out of her mouth quickly, fucking her.
"Fuck!" I moaned, feeling my legs tremble. “Can I come into your mouth?” I asked.
I would like to ask, to have her permission.
Isabela ran her tongue over my member, looking into my eyes. That was an answer.
I started fucking her mouth again, and the room was filled with my moans, hers and my cock moving in and out of her mouth.
“Fuck, what a perfect mouth, baby,” I said, cumming in her mouth. My legs were shaking and I needed about two minutes to get myself together.
“What did you call me?” She asked, getting up and wiping the corner of her mouth.
I grabbed your waist and pulled your body closer to mine. I put my right hand on your neck and pulled your face to kiss me, feeling the taste of my cum in your mouth.
“Now it's your turn, baby,” I said between kisses.
“I'd love to, but I have to go.”
“Why is that?” I asked.
“I've got some work to do, and Daniel wants to come home so we can talk.” He sighed.
I've never been the 'jealous' type, but when it comes to Isabella... I don't know what the hell happens to me; I just know I go crazy. I go crazy just imagining another man touching her. She's mine.
“Talk about what?” I asked, turning around to grab my underwear, which I quickly put on.
“You don't have to be jealous of him. Daniel isn't a problem for us. I haven't had anything to do with him for months.” She tried to explain.
“It doesn't matter. He still wants you. He wants to get married again, and I know it!” I said it angrily.
“My word is worth nothing to you?” She questioned, crossing her arms. There, now we're both angry.
“It is, but I don't trust him.”
“And neither do I, by the way. Noah, I honestly don't want to fight first thing in the morning. I'm not 20 years old anymore, where everything becomes a reason for fights and intrigues.”
I stared at her for a long time, irritated now even more.
“Are you going to tell me I'm younger?” I questioned. “You're not old enough for that, Isabela. I'm jealous. I like you; it's normal to be afraid of losing someone you love, isn't it?”
“I have to go,” she said, turning to pick up her clothes from the armchair. “What's wrong?” She turned to me again when she saw that I was standing the same way.
I approached her in quick steps, putting an end to the distance between us.
“I don't want to leave here fighting with you.”
“Me neither.”
“I'm sorry.” But I can't help it. I'm jealous of you.
“I'm sorry. I just don't want there to be any mistrust between us. I trust you, but do you trust me?”
“I trust you.”
“Great,” kiss. “Are we going to see each other tonight?” She asked.
I watch Isabela get dressed while I have a glass of whisky.
I've apologized, I know she hates suspicion. But I'll need a lot of whisky to forget that she's meeting her ex-husband.
"I'm taking her to my place today," I said.
She gave me a disapproving look, but didn't argue.
Isabela has never been to my house, and that bothers me a lot.
I like coming here to the motel to meet her, but she's not just anyone... I feel strange.
"Um," she approaches me, "what are you doing?"
"I just want you to know where I'm hiding."
"That's good. I'm going to love this.” She smiles.
My heart is racing all the time. The sensations and emotions she causes me are incredible.
"Isa," I held her hand, "do you promise you won't let third parties into our relationship?" I asked, unsure.
"I promise. No need to worry!"