Page 113 of My Infatuation with Isabella

I drop on top of him, lips slamming straight onto his. He doesn’t hesitate for a second. One arm wraps around me, pressing me against him, while his other hand tangles in my curls. His kiss is a mixture of sweet sensuality and scorching passion. My palm slides down his rigid abs and into his boxer shorts, my fingers curling around his cock. The elevation of his breathing is immediate and a small groan vibrates against my mouth when my hand starts moving up and down.

His tongue sweeps over my lower lip before he bites into it with the kind of desperation that borders on greed. Ragged breaths cascade over my skin. Strong arms tighten around me, trapping me against him as he thrusts into my hand. It’s not enough. He yanks down his boxers.

“I swear I won’t be so impatient next time.” Hastily, he positions his thick tip at my entrance. “But right now...I need to be inside you.”

And with the same insatiable greed, he pushes into me. We take a moment tofeelthe moment, the moment where months and years of yearning collapse into that single second when he enters me. A gasp escapes my lips as his girth fills me.

Firm hands grip my waist, and he grinds me against him. “Kiss me.”

It comes out part needy request, part order. I comply, lowering my upper body to kiss him. My breasts press against his hard chest, and everything changes the second my lips touch his. His greed mixes with longing, and his tongue delves into my mouth as if he’s trying to submerse himself in the taste of me. His urgency mixes with tenderness and he rocks my hips in time with his thrusts.

His hands are everywhere, gripping my ass, pressing into my back. My mouth is everywhere, sucking on his neck, biting into his lip. We’re entangled in lust and limbs, enveloped in heat and hunger, engulfed by both past and present. I’m panting. He’s swallowing my moans. Bodies glistening with sweat, our movements become more desperate the closer we climb to release. He cups my breast, kneading my flesh. With a small shift of his head, his mouth closes over my nipple and I burst, an orgasm rippling through my body.

I’m still trying to get my head above the waves of ecstasy when he tosses me over and rolls on top of me. He drives deeper into me and his groans get louder. Even though his breaths increase with urgency, his pace remains languid and purposeful. He wants me to feel every inch of him on top of me, inside me. And I do. The heat of his skin sets me on fire. Every nerve ending catches alight, burning with my need for him.

His kiss is soft and gentle, yet his hands are fierce and possessive. His hips hit against me hard enough to push a gasp out of me, and he fucks me slow and deep, making sure I know that he just staked his claim to my body. Nails sinking into my thigh. Teeth scraping against my skin. The contrast of the sensations is confusing and erotic, a delicious combination of pain and pleasure. This guy is just...everything.

I’m on the brink of another orgasm when he bites into my shoulder, and we topple over the edge together. In the aftermath, he places butterfly kisses on my damp skin, and I know with certainty that no one else will ever be able to make me feel the way he does.

“I love you,” I whisper.

“I know.” He smiles, tucking my hair behind my ear before he dips his head to kiss me again. “I’ve known all along. It was you who needed convincing.”

I lightly slap his arm. “Instead of being cocky, you can just say it back.”

“I love you,” he says with a sated chuckle. “I love you...Isabella Martina Delphina Diaz.”

“Well, I still don’t believe you. I think you have to show me again.”

“Oh, I plan to...all night, every night,” he replies, then takes possession of my mouth again.

18. Dylan

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