Page 29 of Wild Heart
“How else am I going to lick your pussy?”
Her eyes widen, and she moans as my hand slides between her legs. My fingers come out slick and sticky with her juice.
“You lie down,” she commands. “I want to be on top.”
I chuckle, but it doesn’t surprise me that Isabella wants to be in control. It’s fine by me. A nasty thought goes through my head making me tense.
“Have you done this before?”
Her eyes narrow. “What do you take me for? No, Raiden. Besides the fact that I’ve never had an opportunity, I’ve never met a man I wanted to do this with.”
Her eyes meet mine, and in that moment I see her vulnerability and her passion. There’s a thing between us that can’t be stopped, and she feels it too. It defies our age gap and status and who we are.
There’s raw emotion in my voice when I speak.
“I’ll take care of you, Isabella.” She thinks I mean sexually, but I mean for the rest of her life. With all that I am and all I can offer, I’ll take care of her in all the ways a man takes care of a woman.
This time when we kiss, it’s softer. Less urgent. Our bodies move together, and I let her push me down onto the bed.
My cock’s sticking straight up and she bends to it, but I pull her up so she’s straddling my chest. “I want to taste you, Isabella. Climb on up here, princess.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, she shuffles upwards so her thighs are positioned on either side of my face. The musky scent of her arousal fills my nostrils, and I place a hand on each ass cheek as I pull her down onto my ready mouth.
She moans as I lap at her dripping pussy. My senses go into overdrive as I taste her, caress her and breathe her in, making me feel more alive than I have in years.
“Raiden…”
She gasps and her hips pitch forward. She grasps the headboard as I explore her virgin pussy with my tongue.
She’s not nervous or flirty. Like a true princess, she settles on my face, rocking back and forth, taking what I’m giving her as if it’s her God damn right. And it is. I’ll spend the rest of my life with Isabella riding my face if that’s what she commands.
She leans back, stretching her arms up to catch her hair above her head, her body writhing as she enjoys herself on my tongue. It’s a beautiful sight, and no matter what happens between us, one that will be etched on my memory forever.
She reaches back, and her hand clasps around my cock.
I groan into her as her delicate hands slide up my length.
She gives me a couple of blissful tugs then sits back up, positioning herself over my mouth like she was born to ride me.
“Faster,” she gasps, even now trying to control the pace of my tongue.
I do as she commands, loving the moans that come out of her. Her fingers pinch at her nipples, and I’m going to lose it just watching her enjoy herself.
She presses herself against my face, taking everything I have, until my head is deep in the pillow. I could suffocate here a happy man as long as she takes what she needs from me.
She moans my name as her climax builds, the soft cries getting louder the closer she gets to release.
Suddenly she leans forward, and her body tenses. A string of Italian curse words spill out of her mouth, and her pussy convulses as her juice coats my tongue.
I hold her to me until the flutters of her pussy walls cease. Then I move my tongue again until I draw a second orgasm out of her. She shudders on top of me, her fingers gripping the headboard so tight her knuckles turn white.
When she moves this time, I let her dismount. But I’m not done with her yet.
She looks sleepy and adorable, and I give her a long kiss.
“Turn around,” I growl.
She does what she’s told, to my surprise, and I make a mental note. If I want Isabella Berone to obey me, then two orgasms should do it.
