Page 103 of My Infatuation with Isabella

“So, stop trying. Join me on the other side. It’s lonely here without you.”

I understand fully that her reservations are all based on not trusting me, so when she ignores that statement and resumes our previous conversation, I don’t take it as a rejection.

“What are your other reasons?” she asks.

“My second reason is that you can have sex without an emotional connection, and I wanna make sure that this isn’t just about sex for you.”

She purses her lips. “It’d be really great sex, though.”

“I know,” I agree with a frustrated groan. I’m already hard from just the thought, yet somehow, I manage to stay on track. “But I want more than that. And lastly...I don’t think I have the willpower to stop if we go further than first base. And neither do you.”

“We’re not hormonal teenagers anymore. We’re adults. We have impulse control now.”

“Oh, you think so, huh?”

“I do.”

“Hmm.” I let go of the doorframe and step into her room. “Let me tell you how this will end up playing out.” I undo her robe and very slowly slip it off her shoulders. With a whisper, it falls to the floor. Taking a step toward her, I urge her back until her legs hit the bed. “See, I’ll start kissing you, and the problem with the way you kiss is that it’s...it’s...” I pause to think about the right word to describe it. “It’s greedy. It’s insatiable. It feels like no matter how much I give, it’s not enough. You still want more, so I feed off that and I become the same...just completely ravenous, then I want more too. So, probably about twenty seconds in, I’ll tug this down.”

My finger slides beneath the thin strap of her satin pajama top and I ease it off her shoulder, low enough to expose her breast. Her nipple hardens almost instantly, and she gasps when my finger circles around it.

“My mouth will follow this exact path.” My eyes track the movement of my finger as it glides over the satin down to her navel. “And then with no prior warning, I’ll have you flat on your back beneath me.” I shove her onto the bed, spreading her legs before I crawl between them. “Then I’ll strip you naked, and my tongue is going to end up right here.” My hand slides beneath the waistband of her pajama shorts, and she moans when my fingers lightly stroke her entrance. A gruff groan leaves my body as her moisture coats my tips. “And you’ll be so wet for me...like you are right now.” Two fingers slip inside her and her husky voice increases in pitch. “And then I’m gonna eat this pussy out like I’ve been starved of it for months...because I have been, and you’ll grip my hair and ride my face until you cum.”

“That...aahhh...” she pants. “That sounds perfectly responsible.”

As if she just proved her point, her palm presses down my abs to the button of my jeans. With my free hand, I grab her wrist and pin it against the pillow. No way am I letting her touch me, not in the state I’m in right now. My willpower is weakening by the second withoutanyhelp from her, so she needs to keep her damn hands off me.

“Yeah...only it won’t end there,” I say to remind herandmyself. Watching the pleasure play on her flushed face as she unravels with every thrust of my fingers has me so hard that the pattern of my zipper is going to be imprinted all the way down my shaft after this. “By that point, I’ll be so fucking horny that I’ll say: Let me just slip it in...just for a little bit.” My breaths get heavier because all I’m thinking about is how the heat on my fingers would feel around my cock. “And you’ll say: Yes! Please, Dylan. Fuck me. I want you inside me so bad.”

“I wouldn’t,” she protests, but it comes out more like a whimper because she’s more focused on rocking her hips against my hand than talking. “I wouldn’t say that.”

“You would.” My rapid breaths mingle with hers as my hand moves faster. “Because you’re a total ho for this dick.”

“I am...And the accent.”

“Andthe accent.”

She moans and if she wasn’t so entranced in ecstasy, she might’ve actually looked ashamed.

“And once you say that to me in the sexy way you do,” I continue. “I won’t be able to resist anymore. The problem is, once I get all up in this pussy again, I’m claiming it as mine.Foreverthis time. That’s it for me. There’s no going back.”

The hand pinned against the pillow starts to get restless. She’s trying to pull out of my grasp, but I keep it restrained. She wants me closer. I can feel it, and it’s confirmed when she wraps her legs around me to yank me against her. Now every time she rocks her hips, she’s grinding against me. She tries to kiss me and I turn away, dipping my head to her neck instead.

Frustration must get the better of me because the sound she lets out when my teeth sink into her soft skin is a mixture of pain and raw, aching desire. Somehow that heightens the carnal need building inside me and another sliver of my self-control slips away. I add a third finger and plunge deeper inside her. Her free hand twists in my hair as she writhes beneath me. I feel her tightening, and I massage her clit with my thumb.

“Right there...ohhh...”

Her back arches off the bed and her eyes shut as moisture trickles along the side of my hand. I slow down, allowing her to ride out her orgasm. I’m breathing like I just ran a mile and I wait until I feel semi-normal before I withdraw my fingers and lift them to my mouth. I am so desperate for the taste of her, but this is what I have to settle for tonight.

Bracing myself on my forearms, I lower my head to kiss her. I’m very careful to make sure it’s just a quick peck on the lips because her kiss will suck me into a whirlwind and I’m tethering right on the edge. I release a slow breath before I continue with my point of discussion. Almost forgot about it for a second there. “Then next week, you’ll find my toothbrush in your bathroom and the week after that, you’ll start finding my clothes in your closet. And before you know it, you’re gonna be waking up beside me every morning.”

“That sounds...awful,” she says with a sated sigh.

“It does. And you’ll be filled with so much regret, saying to yourself, shit, maybe I shouldn’t have given it up on date four.”

Her eyebrows furrow together. “Isn’t that exactly what’s going to happen on date five, though?”

“Yeah, but why rush into things? You need more time to think about that.” Even though I’m dead serious about that last bit, I let out a dramatic breath of remorse. “So, I’m sorry, but it’s just cuddles tonight.”

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