Making Amends Part 2
Isla’s POV
I followed Rian into his room. He was packing just an overnight bag. “I’ll come back for the rest. Unless you want to move in here. With me,” he said, putting his arms around me.
“You’ll learn. Its torture being away from them. Zoe and Patrick had a trip that took them away for two weeks. Amelia and I cried every night even though we had one another. It wasn’t the same and felt like we were missing a piece of us. My room is nice and has its own library,” I said as I kissed him. His hand slid under my skirt. I moaned as his fingers stroked my folds and clit.
“As long as I can fuck you any time that I want, I’ll go wherever you ask.” He continued teasing.
“Now,” I said, biting his ear.
“What?” He asked.
“Fuck me now, Rian. I need you inside of me,” I said as I stuck my tongue into his mouth. I started quickly pulling off his shirt and then his pants. He pulled my dress off and picked me up, placing me on the bed. His fingers slid through my folds and his mouth on my breasts. I arched my back as I moaned. He kissed his way down my body stopping between my legs. His tongue licked my clit and folds. He darted his tongue inside of my pussy lapping at my juices. He sucked on my clit, swirling his tongue around it. My hands entangled in hair pulling him closer. My moans filled the room. After several orgasms I said, “baby, I need you inside of me.” My core throbbing for him. Rian kissed his way back up my body. His mouth captured mine as he thrust his dick deep and hard into my wet pussy. I arched my back and moaned into his mouth. I wrapped my leg around him and deepened our kiss, tasting my juices. In and out he moved, and I moved my hips with his, creating a rhythm that was taking me over the top. My toes curled and my moans grew louder. He didn’t stop. I knew he must be close as my walls clenched over and over. “I love you, Rian. I love fucking you.” I went over the edge shaking in pleasure as a big orgasm took over my body. He released his seed into me, my walls milking him. He slowed his pace and kissed me.
“I love you, Isla. I promise to never hurt you again. I am yours forever. I’ve always been yours,” he said and kissed me.
“I’m yours. I’ve always been yours,” I had tears as I said this.
He brushed a tear away, “I’m sorry that I fought it for so long.”
“Did you though? Flowers, jewelry, and my favorite meal on my birthday every year?” She smiled.
“You liked that did you?” He laughed.
“Mmm, how did you remember all of my favorite things and places?” I asked playing with his hair.
He sucked in my nipple. “It’s easy to remember.” His finger slid inside of me. “Purple Hydrangeas, White Daisies, and Irises with a touch of baby's breath and fern.” He sucked my nipple in again. “You love emeralds because they match your eyes and are your birthstone.” He slid a second finger in, gaining a moan. “Shepherd’s pie, which is a pain to find a good one in New York.” He sucked in my nipple again and slid in a third finger pumping them in and out. I moaned, then I reached between my legs and showed him how I liked it, my back arching. He hit my g-spot as he clamped down on my nipple, I started grinding his hand. “Cum for me baby.” He sucked on my nipple and then clamped down again. He had his thumb on my clit, three fingers twirling inside and his pink in my ass. I orgasmed and he continued the stimulation. I climaxed again. I was shivering in pleasure. I shoved him onto his back, straddling him. I plunged him deep inside and started thrusting hard, chasing that big orgasm. He grabbed my hips and pushed one finger into my ass. I moaned and bucked as I rocked my hips, grinding his dick and thrusting it deep. I was only able to make squeaks. It was so damn good. I couldn’t get enough. “Iz, I’m going to cum.” I didn’t stop. I increased the pace. As we climaxed together, he hugged me close, moaning. We lay there still entangled together panting. “How does it get better every time?”
“The bond, we don’t know why. But the high is better each time. The more we do it, the better we all feel. It’s like a drug,” I said, panting. “Text them and let them know we will be there later.”
“Why is that?” He smirked.
“Because I’ve got years to make up for and I’m not done fucking you yet,” I kissed him and rocked against him, grinding my juices.
He moaned and grabbed his phone. His kiss deepened as he thrust into me. He sat up and flipped me, putting my ass into the air. He slid into my ass and put his fingers into my pussy. Playing and thrusting. I screamed in pleasure. This went on for hours. Changing positions. Moving to the shower. Leaning over the sink. Sitting on the counter.
Finally exhausted, we cleaned up and went to Ian’s. As we walked in, I could hear the laughter in the kitchen. We headed that way. I ran to hug Grams. She was so lovely and looked so young despite being 70 years old. She embraced me and smiled.
“Your sexmate finally wised up?” she said, giving a knowing look at Rian.
I nodded looking back at him. “When did you get here?” I hugged her again and kissed her cheek.
“About an hour ago. I sent you a text,” Patrick smirked.
“Jealous?” Rian asked.
Patrick walked up to him and kissed him. Rian was too shocked to move. “Only that she didn’t share,” Patrick whispered before grazing Rian’s dick. Rian shivered as Patrick touched his rune.
“This one is mine. I will share when I want to. Back off. He needs time to adjust and wrap his head around this,” I smacked Patrick’s hand away. He kissed me.
“Fine,” he said.
“Glad to see that you two have kissed and made up,” Grams said to Patrick and Rian. We all laughed.
“Isla, my girl. We need to talk. “You and Rian join the group as I explain some things,” she instructed. “The other grandmothers should be here within the hour.”
“Why are you all coming? We never called you,” said Ian confused.
“We all know one another and have for years. That’s not important, but what we found is,” Grams said, waving her hand.