A SURPRISE FROM THE WINDOW

A SURPRISE FROM THE WINDOW
(THIRD PERSON’s POV)

“Yes… ahh yes…” Isabel whispered, letting the rose suck on her clit and work her body to orgasm.

Inside, her room glowed dimly in the pale light of her bedside lamp.

But… she wasn’t alone.

A pair of eyes were lurking in the form of …Cash.

He had been there for a while, standing in the shadows of her porch roof, debating whether to knock or climb back down the 3feet building.

He shouldn’t be here. He knew that. But logic never stopped him where Isabel was concerned.

Cash pushed the window open with quiet fingers, the latch giving a faint click that seemed to echo too loudly. He slipped inside, silent as a thief, landing softly on the carpet.

And then he froze.

There she was…

On her bed, the sheets tangled around her legs, her body arched slightly as her breath hitched. The look on her face, eyes closed, lips parted, and the pure art of her naked body writhing against the sheets made his chest tighten painfully.

She hadn’t heard him come in and continued to moan softly.

“Ohh, Fuck… yes” Isabel let out softly and her eyes rolled back into her head.

The wine from the restaurant still buzzed in her system and the raging desire when Cash sent over her underwear had reduced her to a pleasure craving mess.

For a moment  he couldn’t breathe, watching as she bit her lip and curled her toes into the beddings.

His first instinct was to turn around, to leave before she saw him. This was wrong, and Isabel would lost her mind if she caught him doing something so creepy. 

But something in him stayed rooted to the floor. He was torn between guilt, desire and something darker, deeper… lust.

“Fuck me…” a soft cry slipped from her lips “Oh, Fuck me, I’m gonna cum.” Something hot was building up in her abdomen.

And In the corner of the room, Cash stood there transfixed.

His mouth watered to latch his lips in between her legs, his cock bulged and fought to tear past his zipper, his pulse raged with adrenaline and his heart pumped more blood to his erection.

Isabel was clutching the sheets, her moans mixing with the soft hum of the rose toy. 

Cash couldn’t hold himself anymore.

He was no longer torn between doing the right thing or falling into this trap of temptation.

She had won, and his control had been thrown to the wind.

His hand moved to grab his bulge, give it a soft massage and maybe free himself from this discomfort, but his boots made a sound on the carpet as he shifted and her eyes flew open.

The movement of his silhoutte in the dark caught Isabel’s attention and her heart skipped a beat.

Then she gasped soft and startled. “Who’s there?”

“Don’t worry Isabel, it’s me.”

“Cash?”

“Yes” he said, hands out in surrender just I case she became hysterical.

“Cash?” Her voice broke on his name, caught between fear and disbelief.

He took a step forward, into the light of her lamp, hands raised. “I didn’t mean to startled you” His throat was dry. “Your window was open. I wanted to check on you.”

“How did you get in?”

“I climb”

“What?”

“Yes, and I’m ashamed to admit that, I just had to see you…” he trailed off when Isabel returned the still humming vibrator back to her clit.

“You were saying?” She urged him but Cash licked his suddenly dry lips.

“I…”

“Cash?”

“Please don’t stop on my account.” He said and Isabel jerked from a wave for pleasure before she took the vibrator away.

“Now you seen me, which is why you climb all the way into my house, what do you want to do?” She asked him and Cash instantly felt a pang of shame.

He wasn’t supposed to be running after her like a lap dog.

He had his mission.

Cash swallowed hard, forcing his gaze away and willing himself to do the right thing. “I’m sorry. I should go.”

“You climb 3 feet just to get to me only to turn back the moment you see me?” Isabel said. She could hear Cash’s heart racing as fast as her’s was; she could hear it in her ears. “Why did you really come here Cash?”

He looked at her then, his eyes were shadowed and conflicted. “Because I can’t stay away,” he said quietly. “No matter how much I try.”

“What are you saying?”

“I can’t control myself when it comes to you Isabel. It’s like you’re my favorite drug and… I can’t help it.”

Even though the intentions of his words were to soothe and persuade, Cash meant it.

He was slowly loosing grip on what he came back to his father’s life for.

Isabel’s cheeks flushed crimson at his words and she grabbed the blanket and pulled it over herself. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“I know.” He kept his voice low “But… you own me Isabel. Do what you want with me.” He said, giving her every permission she needed.

For a long moment, neither of them moved. 

The tension between them was thick, humming in the air, something unsaid passing through the silence.

Finally, Isabel peeled the blanket off her slowly. Cash’s eyes followed her hands hungrily. 

“Want to join?” She asked in a sultry voice and Cash’s eyes widened.

“Yes” he licked his lips. 

“Take off your clothes” Isabel ordered and in no time Cash’s hands moved from unbuckling his belts to tearing the buttons on his shirt off in a desperate attempt to get to Isabel.

When he was totally naked. He stood shyly with a hard cock while Isabel’s eyes raked him.

“Come to mummy” she beckoned his with two f in hers in a come-hither gesture and Cash was at the foot of the bed in a flash, crawling between the sheets to get to the woman of his fantasy

“I missed you.” Cash growled as soon as she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in for a kiss.

Isabel smiled and curled her fingers around his throat.

“Tonight, I want to make love to you.”

“Oh, Isabel.”

And she crashed her mouth on his.