Page 29 of Enigma: The Final Chapter
Isaac
Isabelle groans against my sweat-slicked chest. It’s not a moan of sexual pleasure but the cry of frustration. She isn’t the only one frustrated. My cock is aching to be buried into her tight, wet pussy, but I'd be devastated if I harmed her in the process. The guilt I feel knowing I caused her concussion is eating me alive, so I refuse to risk hurting her further.
The Isabelle who emerges in the bedroom is more adventurous than the regular Isabelle most people get to experience, which means she taunts until my urge to dominate overwhelms me. Normally, I wouldn’t hesitate to fulfill her every fantasy, but for now, until all symptoms of her concussion are gone, our hot and heavy make-out sessions will revert to a pre-college level.
Suddenly, Isabelle’s head shoots off my chest. Her eyes squint as she's overwhelmed by dizziness, exposing why I'm endeavoring to stick with Jae’s recommendation. I arch my brow when she moves to sit at the opposite end of the tub. Her big chocolate eyes are weighed down by tired eyelids, but they’re still full of lust.
“Remember our phone call?” Her voice is a husky purr that has my cock stiffening. “That didn’t cause anyexcessivemovements.”
Her pants of breath increase as her shaky hands slither up the smooth planes of her stomach. She cups her generous breasts and kneads them together. My cock jumps when she pinches her nipples between her thumb and index finger. The real-life visual of her pleasing herself is ten times better than the one I imagined that night.
“I love your tits,” I inform her when she pays dedicated attention to her pert pink nipples. “I'm going to fuck them, then smear my cum all over them, marking you with my scent. I’ll make sure every man knows you're taken, not just from having my ring on your finger, but my scent on your body as well.”
I’ll admit it. I freaked when I asked her to marry me, not because I didn’t want to ask her, but because I was undertaking the biggest negotiation of my life. Hours of acquisitions and prerequisites were a walk in the park compared to waiting for her to respond.
I had a whole speech planned to refute her statement that it was too soon, so I was astounded when she merely glanced into my eyes and said, “Yes.”
Not one asset I’ve acquired, not how many millions I have in my bank account, or even how many collectible cars I’ve bought over the years compared to what I felt the moment that word seeped from her lips. Just like my feelings for Isabelle, the sensation was phenomenal and unexplainable.
My attention diverts back to reality when a throaty purr tumbles from Isabelle’s lips. My balls clench when she dips one of her hands below the surface of the water. A growl emits from my throat when the water impedes my vision of her beautiful pussy. I scoot down the tub and grip her glorious ass in my hands before tilting her hips higher, so her pussy is no longer submerged underwater.
She digs the pads of her feet into my thighs, arches her back, then plunges two fingers inside her glistening mound. A carnal growl rips from my throat, the visual stimulating. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.
Isabelle maintains a steady pace, finger-fucking herself with one hand while the other teases and caresses her perfect tits. Over time, the slickness coating her fingers grows as her race to climax intensifies.
“Please, Isaac,” she begs breathlessly, her eyes fluttering open to stare at me. “I can’t do this without you.”
My chest puffs high, smug her body has already become so dependent on me she can’t bring herself to climax without needing me to guide her over the final hurdle.
“What do you need, baby?”
“You,” she whimpers between pants, “Anywhere.”
My first thoughts go to tasting her deliciously fragrant pussy, but I know once I taste her, I won’t stop. Instead, I secure a firm hold on her hips with one hand before lifting the other to her throbbing clit.
“Eyes, Isabelle.”
She secures a tight grip on the tub, making her knuckles go white before her heavy-lidded eyes meet mine. All it takes is one swipe of my thumb over her clit to have her free-falling into ecstasy. Her toes dig into my thighs, her body quivers, and the most seductive fucking noise in the world bounces off the bathroom walls.
I’ve changed my mind. The sight of Isabelle amid of an orgasm is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Once she stops juddering, and her body sinks back into the water, I gather her into my arms and stand from the tub. When I place her on her feet to snag a towel off the heated towel rack, she sways uncontrollably like a leaf blowing in the breeze.
“Did you hurt yourself?” My eyes dance between hers that are a little hazy. “Are you dizzy? Do you have a headache?”
“I’m okay.”
I arch my brow, calling out the deceit her eyes are reflecting.
“My head is a little achy.”
I scoop her into my arms and hold her into my chest, all possessive and guarded. After placing her on her side of the bed, I stride to the living room to collect the pain medication Jae prescribed. She said if the sharp headaches that have been plaguing Isabelle since her concussion don’t settle, she should take these tablets. They’ll make her groggy, but considering it’s nearly nine o’clock, that won’t affect her too much. They may even help lessen the chance of her having a nightmare.
After gathering a bottle of water from the fridge, I pace back to my bedroom. A smile curves on my mouth when I discover Isabelle lying on her side, snuggled into my pillow, fast asleep. I set the water and tablets on her bedside table before moving to the drawers at the side of the room. As much as sleeping next to a naked Isabelle sounds riveting, I won’t get a wink of sleep. I’m already struggling to restrain myself from touching her as it is, let alone sleeping next to her enticingly bare body all night.
I slip a short sleeve t-shirt over Isabelle’s head before pulling her damp hair out of the collar, then I slip into a pair of cotton pajama pants. I walk to the door with the plan of finalizing some acquisitions I’ve been working on, but my plans alter when a faint whimper scuttles out of Isabelle’s parted lips. Her face contorts with pain as her knees curl upward.
I pull back the comforter and glide into my side of the bed before gathering her in my arms. The lines indenting her forehead ease when she snuggles into my chest. Within minutes, her breathing returns to a regular pattern, and the harshness hampering her face softens.
