Isabelle first fell in love with Sean when she was fifteen years old. Six years her senior he saw her as a gawky teenager. While at college Isabelle has found the perfect boyfriend. Justin is patient, kind and a complete gentleman. Sean’s feelings for her have changed and he is tired of sitting by while she is with another man. Driven by desire and love he does everything within his power to win the woman that he loves.
Justin, the once perfect boyfriend begins to fall apart at the idea of losing Isabelle. In a moment of rage and desperation he does something horrific, effectively changing their future forever.
Will Sean’s love be enough to get them through the pain? Or will Isabelle walk away from Sean forever? And does love truly know no boundaries?
“Ssh,” he told her. “Come here.”
She followed him over to the full-length mirror that hung on his closet door. He turned her around to face the mirror and placed her hands on the door. She looked at him in the mirror, confusion etching her face.
One side of his mouth lifted up.
“Keep your hands where they are. Step out of your panties, honey. Here.” He reached down to help her. “Now, back your legs way out toward me. And slowly drop to your knees. Good. Now, lean your arms into the door. That’s it. That’s nice, baby.” He placed his hands at her hips as he guided her legs further apart. “Now spread your legs, honey. No, more. Real wide. Yes, that’s perfect.”
He looked at her reflection. On her knees, outstretched in front of the mirror. He ran his hands down her back and rubbed them all around her perfectly rounded bottom. He pulled his hands away to undress himself. He was making quick work of all of the buttons and the zipper that his outfit entailed. As he stepped out of the last leg of his pants, he smiled at her.
“What do you want me to do to you, baby?”
His voice made that sound again. How did his voice turn her into a puddle of desire? Knowing that there could be no more hesitation, no more embarrassment, she answered his question.
“I want you to kiss me there and—taste me.”
“All you had to do was ask, baby.” He dropped to his knees once again, only this time he turned his body and scooted underneath her on his back. At first he just stared up at her. Then she heard him mutter something under his breath and his mouth crushed against her. It was hard and fast. It was intoxicating. His head was lifted up and he was licking parts of her that had never been touched by another human being. He kept saying something, but she couldn’t understand. And honestly, she didn’t really care. What he was doing felt so good.
Sean was losing himself in her taste, fast. He had never consumed anything so sweet and succulent in all of his life. Her scent was enough to send him to the edge anyway, but her juices on his tongue would make sure he fell completely off the edge—completely and forever.
“Look in the mirror.” Sean’s words vibrated against her sensitive flesh.
She understood him that time. She looked up and saw his tongue dart out of his mouth and into her wetness. The sight of him licking her and taking her with his mouth was making her crazy.
“Sean. I can feel—oh Sean. Something is happening to me.”
She was close. He could sense it from her muscles contracting around his tongue every time he entered her, but her words were his proof. She was moaning and whimpering with every thrust of his tongue. He had never wanted a woman’s release more than he did hers right now. He increased his pressure as he grabbed onto her bottom.
Isabelle jolted from the sensation of his rough hands. He was pressing hard. Pressing her body further into his mouth. Her legs were so weak. She could feel her thigh muscles start to shake. What did that mean? But oh, it felt so good. She heard a ragged cry and was surprised that it came from her own throat. It sounded so primal. She was about to beg him to take her now, to not make her wait any longer. But then he did something different, something that stunned her.
Her reactions were guiding his movements. He knew she was close, but he wanted her to experience all of the sensations of oral sex before he let her climax. When he knew that he had licked and tasted every part of her, he went for the sensitive nub that was swollen and engorged with her arousal. First he flicked it with is tongue. He had to fight back a laugh at her response. She probably hadn’t realized it but she had screamed a naughty word. Then he pulled the nub into his mouth and began sucking on it.
What was he doing? Oh, yes. Is this normal?
“Sean I—maybe you should stop. I don’t know if I should be feeling—oh, oh, oh Sean.” She felt a heat wave rip through her at the same time that a million butterflies danced around in her tummy. She suddenly felt euphoric as a warm rush of liquid heat spilled from within her. Sean. Sean was moaning and talking to her. What he was saying she had no idea. She was floating somewhere, hovering outside of her body.
Finally the sensation tapered off until she was left with a warm feeling of peace. And sleepy, she felt so sleepy. Her body became lax. She vaguely felt it when Sean had picked her up and carried her to the bed. She opened her eyes and smiled up at him. Raising her hand to his face she whispered to him.
“That was amazing.”
He watched her. She was completely satisfied. When she had finally climaxed and he had tasted all the sweet nectar that had poured out of her, he thought he was going to fall right along with her. But he held back and concentrated on drinking up every last drop of her. She was sleepy now. No matter how badly he wanted to bury himself in her, she needed a nap. This night would be exhausting for her if he didn’t let her rest because there was no way that once was going to be enough with her.
He leaned over her and placed a gentle kiss to her forehead. Before he had a chance to pull away she grabbed onto him in demand of a real kiss. So he did. He kissed her long and hard, with all of the unspent desire that was still making him ache for her.
She drew away from his kiss, stunned. Her eyes were wide.
“Is that me?”
He smiled. She could taste her passion, and if he was a betting man, she liked it.
“It’s amazing, isn’t it? You’re so sweet, honey.” He kissed her once more.
She moaned as the kiss deepened. He could feel her arousal returning. He thought she would be too tired, too lax from her orgasm to do anything but rest. But now she was urging him, enticing him.
“Izzy, don’t you need to rest?”
She shook her head.
“I need you, Sean. I need you to fill me, I feel so empty. I want to feel whole with you.
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