Waiting for her answer made my heart race. I had yet to see her reciprocate any of my admiration for her. There was so much to wonder about when it came to her. When you know a girl only by her workplace status, your mind wanders in a million sexual directions. What does she kiss like? What is she like in bed? Is she high-pitched when she moans? Or is she coyer with it? My desire to be a gentleman for her with strong. So, it’s no sense admiring a girl if you were just going to be a pig. But at the same time, it wasn’t easy to handle because she was just so damn beautiful.
“I think you’re attractive. But that could mean many things. Especially for a woman. Women can find the man attractive on different levels, you know.”
I chuckled. It was such a politically romantic answer. Those were the best on the first date. It was nothing like a little bit of tension and a little bit of uncertainty to keep things interesting.
But with all that, I sensed that there was a little bit of discomfort there. She wasn’t entirely at ease with me. And so, I didn’t want to push it. After what my stepson had done, she deserved better. “I hope you’re all right, Isabella. I don’t mean to go off subject here; I think we’re having a nice time. But I also feel terrible for what you’ve been through, and I hope you’re okay.”
Her eyes darted to the table. “Thank you, Jack.” Then they glanced back up at me. She looked like she had made a connection. And that was all I needed.
On the car ride home, there wasn’t much said. But I had expected that. We spoke a lot at dinner after a little moment. It was all superficial stuff. I could still tell that there was plenty on her mind. So once again, I didn’t want to push anything. I also had it in my head that I was driving her home, she was in my car, and she was in my world. Therefore I had to go above and beyond to make her feel like she still had control and wasn’t in the same situation as in the office. Because being broken up can strip someone of their identity and power.
Pulling up to her home, I realized that something wasn’t right. She wasn’t getting out of my car. And as much as I was happy to have more time with her, it was almost as though she was frozen in time.
“Is something the matter?”
“After what happened with Oliver, I don’t really want to be alone right now. I don’t know if this is weird or not, but would you mind coming in?”
I was over the moon with her asking me that. But as a man, you don’t let the woman see that. You keep your composure and act nonchalant. “Yeah, of course. I don’t mind at all. I don’t have anything else on the agenda for tonight.”
She flashed a smile, but even that seemed a little broken.
Following her in, I wondered what would happen when we were inside. I had goosebumps because I definitely didn’t expect to be going inside her home on our little first date. Was it even a date? I had so many questions looking to ask one. I looked at her ass while walking through her front door. It was plump. I couldn’t imagine what squeezing that thing would have felt like.
It was when she closed the door that I knew that my focus couldn’t be on her butt, but it what’s going to need to be on what was bothering her. Because her eyes were immediately teary, perhaps she needed a private place to just vent because those sad eyes turned into her crying completely.
“I treated him like gold. I didn’t deserve what he did to me.” Her crying got worse the more that she spoke. And the more that she said, the more inaudible she had gotten. I couldn’t remember the last time I had dealt with someone crying like her.
“Isabella. Isabella.” I put my hands on her shoulders. “I understand. You need to relax just a little bit. You’re doing one of those hyperventilating cries.”
Catching me off guard, she rested her head on my chest. Her warmth gave me goosebumps. At first, I didn’t know where to put my hands. If words got me clocked in the face, what if my resting hands on her shoulder had me killed or something? It was a foolish thought, I knew. But it was a valid one. I wanted to make sure that I wasn’t invading her personal space. In any case, I did rest my hands on her shoulders, and when I saw that it was okay, I pulled her in for an even bigger embrace. The hug felt right.
She looked up at me with a face full of tears. Her cheeks were drenched in saltiness. I hated seeing her like that. But at the same time, I sensed something coming. I was correct.
She had to get on her tippy toes to let her lips touch mine. Once they did, they were warm, wet, and soothing. Never had I known a kiss to change my physiology the moment. I still had my hands on her shoulders. Without even thinking, I pulled her in closer to me. To my surprise, she pressed her lips against mine even harder. I couldn’t believe things were happening. The things that I had been dreaming about the second that I saw her in the office.
It wasn’t just her lips that were aggressive. Her hands rubbed up and down my chest. That was when I knew things were going to progress. I wasn’t going to fight it, either. Her hands were free to do whatever they wanted. My eyes only opened for a second to see my surroundings and where I would eventually take her. Because there was no way, we would just stand there and make out the entire time. It was going to escalate.
My hunch was correct again because her hands went directly to my pants—the belt buckle, to be exact. The adrenaline coursing through my body could have made me pass out if I wasn’t careful. That was how strong it was.
With her going straight to my belt like that, I grabbed her breasts. Even with a bra and a shirt covering them, they were still so soft. I had to stop her from opening my belt for a second so I could lift her shirt off.
As we kissed, we moved back towards her couch into the living room until she fell back on it, and I got on top. My pants were open at that point, and she was able to maneuver them off me. I was in just my boxers. And of course my shirt. But it didn’t stay on me for too long.
When it was off, she ran her hands over my chest again. That time she got a nice feel for my hair. She bit her lip as she ran her fingers through my mini forest.
I took my time taking her bra off. I wanted to savor the moment of not knowing what her breasts looked like. That savoring didn’t last long, though, because I quickly slipped my hands behind her back and unhooked the bra.
Her nipples were bright red and almost covered the entire breast. I couldn’t help but put one in my mouth. They were so hard and felt so good between my lips. Sucking them caused her to moan. I had my answer to that question of wondering whether or not she was high-pitched. She wasn’t, though. She had the sweetest sound. It would snow, mistaking that it was coming from a place of pleasure. The more I heard her react to me sucking on her breasts, the more I got revved up.
She stopped my momentum by taking my cock and putting it in her mouth. Her eyes closed, and she looked like an entirely different woman with her lips wrapped around my manhood. The way she sucked was like no other way that I have that or felt. I could feel it on my entire cock. She’d sucked with aggression, and yet it was somehow gentle at the same time. She got the whole thing in her mouth, and I was almost eight inches long; that was a big feat. When her entire mouth wasn’t on it, she wrapped her hand around it and did a little twist. At one point, she would be jerking me off and sucking me simultaneously. The second I watched her titties jiggling while she did all that, I felt like I would come right then and there. I had to think about something else for a moment.
When she was done sucking me off, I laid her down with a racing heart. I was seconds away from seeing what her pussy looked like.
I wasted no time and pulled down her yoga pants with her underwear at the same time. Before my eyes was a glistening pink pussy, completely shaved. When she opened her legs, her little clitoris poked out at me, and I could see the entirety of her lips.
I couldn’t help but lick between those beautiful lips of hers. Warm, salty, and wet, I licked away. My eyes were closed, but I could sense that her whole body was moving around the way my tongue swirled and went up and down her clit. I was playing her like an instrument. She was mine for the taking. For once, I could show her my admiration instead of just telling her.
I lifted my tongue off, and in when my cock. There came out a little moan when it thoroughly went in. Her mouth remained open the entire time that I thrusted. But her eyes remained shut. She bit her lip now and then as I mixed my thrusting patterns between gentle and aggressive.
She stopped moving entirely except for clutching her pillow. She was finishing. It was the most beautiful sight that I had ever seen. She could forget about all her issues at that moment. Oliver didn’t matter. Isabella was in a place of euphoria.
And it was all because of me.