Page 114 of My Infatuation with Isabella

April 31, 2027

My morning routinehas changed quite drastically. Never in my life did I think my day would start at three a.m., but this is how it’s been for the last month. These odd hours are my only complaint, though. Everything else is damn near perfect. No more walls. No more boundaries. I didn’t think it would make such a difference for Bella to know the whole truth, but it changed our entire dynamic for the better. I feel like a weight has been lifted off me, and she feels like she doesn’t have to hold back. It took forever for us to get to this point, but every grueling, frustrating second was absolutely worth it. She tells me I’m corny every time I say this, but it feels like the piece of me that was lost and straggling around aimlessly has finally come home.

I shift closer to her on the bed, then circle my arm around her naked body, pulling her toward me until her back is flush against my chest. I kiss her shoulder and get a sleepy moan in response. My hand moves up to cup her breast, and her breath catches when I pinch her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Her juicy ass is pressed against my pelvis and my body is already craving more. She’s not awake, but the soft sounds mean she isn’t fully asleep either.

I spread her legs, lifting her thigh over my waist. Even in the dark, my cock finds her entrance like a heat-seeking missile. The moisture that glazes my tip elicits a small groan from me, and I push in slowly, allowing her heat to sheath me. She reaches back, entangling her fingers in my hair to bring my lips down to her neck. Heavy breaths create a cloud of humidity over us. She places her other hand over mine and guides it down to her clit. With her fingers over mine, I massage the small nub.

She holds onto the back of my neck and starts gyrating her hips. Languid and lazy, she grinds against me, her soft, smooth skin heating mine. I know it’s three a.m., and I know that we should take it slow to ease into the day, but she quickly pushes me to the point where I’m ravenous. The way she writhes against me is salacious, turning me on in a way I can’t even describe. I grip her inner thigh, spreading her wider for me. My first solid thrust has her whimpering my name.

Holding her firmly in place, I hit that spot deep inside her every time my pelvis slaps against her ass. The faster I move, the louder her moans grow. The harder I slam into her, the wilder she becomes. Her responsiveness pushes me closer to the edge. My release is right there, the pressure building at my tip. I chase it, loving the way her wet heat lubricates my cock as I slide in and out of her. She claws at me, gripping my hip to slow me down even though she’s begging for more.

Even when she bites into my forearm and her hand twists in the pillowcase, I don’t stop. Even when hot liquid trickles between our bodies, I don’t stop...because I can’t get enough of her. It’s a weird feeling. To cum inside the woman I love and still be nowhere near satisfied. When every drop has been drained from my body, I finally slow my pace.

“That was a little rough for this time of morning,” she says with a satisfied sigh.

I drop over onto my back and try to catch my breath. “Your body wasn’t made for slow, tender lovemaking, Bella. It’s like buying a Ferrari, but then never driving over the speed limit.”

“Odd analogy. And it doesn’t help the numbness in my legs, but...whatever.” With a tired groan, she slowly shifts to sit up and reaches over to switch on the bedside lamp. “I get so little sleep when you stay over.”

“Don’t worry. I’m sleeping at Pete’s tonight, so you can catch up on your beauty sleep.”

She pouts, looking disappointed. “Why are you sleeping at Pete’s tonight?”

“We’re going surfing tomorrow and...I don’t live here,” I remind her. “I mean...I could...if you’re ready for that.”

A weird expression comes over her face. “Sometimes I feel like we’re moving too fast and other times I feel like we’ve wasted so much time that we should be moving faster.”

“Let’s go at a pace that feels right,” I say, propping myself on my elbow.

“Okay,” she agrees with a nod. She places a lingering kiss on my lips before she gets out of bed and walks to the bathroom. She stops at the doorway and turns to face me in all her naked glory. “Oh, I forgot to tell you last night. When I was at the shelter yesterday, Katrina told me to give you her gratitude. She said Neymar loves what you brought for him, though I’m not sure what she’s talking about. Did you buy him a toy or something?”

“Uh...no. I...” I feel weird admitting this. “Katrina told Dana that she wanted to start him on solid food, but she didn’t know how and she didn’t have money, and...whatever. The kid’s gotta eat, you know, so...I read up on it and made him some butternut and sweet potato.”

She just stares at me for a moment. “You made baby food, like...puréed and everything?”

“Yeah. It’s no big deal. I cook every day.”

“You don’t cook baby food every day. And you researched it?”

I shrug. “It has to be all-natural, so I had to figure out how to make it flavorful without adding any spices.”

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