Isabella (The Mitchell/Healy Family #2)(24)
Author: Jennifer Foor

Now it was happening, and I couldn’t slow down my trembling body. My nerves were taking over, and I wasn’t sure whether to stop or push on.

When I knew that it was apparent to her again, I pulled away. She lay there under me on the bed, waiting for me to respond in some way. “Sorry. I just need a minute.”

Isabella reached up and ran her fingers through my hair on the sides. “Do you want to stop?”

I moved my head slowly from side to side. “You’re asking a man whether he wants to stop kissing you.”

She shrugged. “Yeah, so?”

“You already know the answer to that. It’s just…it’s hard to not feel like I’m cheating. I know it sounds ridiculous.” I looked down, ashamed to break the moment with my emotional guilt.

“She’d want you to be happy.”

I traced her bottom lip with my thumb. “That’s just it, Iz. I know she’d want that. The question is whether this is going to end once we go home. Is this the start of something new, or just a one-time thing, because I’m going to be honest with you. I don’t think I can be with you one time and be happy.”

She sat up on her elbows and I backed off the bed to kneel in front of her. I could tell she was thinking about what to say. “I don’t have an answer to that. Up until today I would have told you that you’d be the last person on earth I’d want to sleep with. Contrary to my first impressions of you, I’ve learned that I never really knew the real you at all. Somethin’ changed between us today. I’m not goin’ to even try to deny it. Kissin’ you feels so good, and I’d like to continue, but I don’t know what will happen when we get home. My cousin’s a big problem, and I don’t want you to lose your job.”

“You really think he’d fire me?”

She shrugged. “I think that once the family finds out I’m pregnant they’re goin’ to have a real problem with me sleepin’ with the help. No offense. They obviously don’t know the real you, and since you don’t want to share it with them, I can’t see this workin’ out.”

She was right. The truth hurt.

Still, I wasn’t ready to let the whole world know who I used to be.

“And don’t even get me started on my dad and brothers. They like to be in control of everything I do.”

I traced my fingers over one of her knees. “So we should probably just stop while we’re ahead then?”

She leaned forward, inching her mouth to touch mine. Her kiss was so gentle. “Probably.”

Had I been in control of my sex drive I probably would have handle things much differently. My body was reacting to hers before my mind could catch up. I had to continue kissing those soft lips.

When her arms reached around my neck, I was immediately pulled back down onto the bed. My hands traveled up to her loose t-shirt, inching their way to touch one of her soft br**sts. I was taken back when it finally coursed over the nipple, feeling that hard bud beneath my fingertips. She pulled me closer, kissing me harder. I began holding my breath to prevent from pulling away from her.

As the petting intensified, so did my increased need to feel her bare skin. Before I could lift up her shirt, she was doing it for me, sitting up and pulling it over her head. I’d imagined what this moment would be like. There’d been so many nights when I’d thought about getting her naked; many nights where I’d relieved myself thinking about an encounter just like this.

Isabella reached down and touched both of her br**sts, using her manicured fingernails to pinch the ni**les.

A sudden spark hit my dick, awakening a deep desire that I’d locked up to prevent from feeling. I watched her top lip dragging over her bottom, leaving a trail of glistening saliva as it moved. My need to kiss her only increased when she reached her hand down into her shorts and moved it up and down. Her eyes closed, and I knew exactly what she was doing, even before she said it. “I want you to want me, Rusty. I want to feel needed.”

I pulled her off the bed making her stand up. She looked directly into my eyes as I ripped her hand out from inside of her shorts. Her confusion was short lived when I tugged down on them. To my surprise she’d not only gone without a bra, but her underwear as well. My mouth watered as I crouched down to be face to face with her pu**y. Just as my hand brushed over the shaved skin, I looked up to see her watching me. The expression on her face let me know that she wasn’t about to refuse me. I inched my way forward, smelling her fresh skin before grazing my lips over it. She dug her hands into my hair, not to guide me but to hold on to something while she closed her eyes.

I couldn’t believe this was happening; that I was here with her in this room, alone and unclothed. I’d dreamed of this moment.

My focus went back to the task at hand. While my throbbing c**k continued to beckon, I licked that sweet spot for the very first time. She let out a soft moan as I continued, letting my moist muscle slide in between her folds until it reached her clit. I sucked it in between my teeth and tugged, listening to her body reacting to me.

It was hard for me to stay focused, knowing that at any second I was going to prematurely lose it in my shorts. I lapped her pu**y up again, over and over, sucking and flicking her clit with my tongue until she began to cry out. Even still, I kept going, wanting nothing more than to bring her pleasure for awakening a dead part of me again.

Isabella became weak in the knees and let her ass fall down on the mattress. I craved more of her pu**y and put her legs up high for her to hold. I gave her a final stare before diving in again. The taste of her filled my mouth, and I savored it as if it were the best flavor in the world.

For the first time since the day I lost my wife I felt whole again. It was as if this connection was bringing me back to life. When her body began to crash again, I pulled away, kissing the inner part of her thighs, before looking up to see her expression. She played with my hair and let out a deep laugh. “Wow. That was intense.”

I showered her with tiny kisses until our lips met. She pulled away, shocked from tasting herself. This got to me, making me realize that she’d been with one person since high school. Her experience was limited, which meant that I could show her things she couldn’t imagine existed. I could make her feel like no other man ever had before.

The knowledge of that excited me more. To be able to bring her to the brink of ecstasy repeatedly was an unimaginable high. Isabella flipped us around. I grabbed her fingers and intertwined ours together. It was something that I used to do with my wife, and even though I wasn’t trying to think about being with her again, little details kept occurring. I must have only closed my eyes for a second, but it was enough for her to read that something was wrong. She released her hands and sat on top of me with worried eyes. “What just happened?”