Morgan, Nicole - Love Knows No Boundaries (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Love Knows No Boundaries (lit)

  He kissed her everywhere, everywhere but where she wanted him the most. She had read about it. And every time she did she found herself getting excited. She wanted to know what it felt like, with Sean. He had managed to kiss the entire perimeter of her aching sex. She wanted more.

  “Sean, please.” She dug her fingers tighter against his grasp. She heard him laugh but she didn’t care. She was too lost in the moment.

  “Be patient baby.” He darted his tongue out and instead of kisses, he was now licking around the outside.

  Did he not know what he was doing to her? She was dying a slow death by the ache he was causing. She had no idea passion could be so painful. The longing she felt for him hurt. She felt an undeniable urge to be filled, filled completely. She felt so empty. Without any thought of pride or embarrassment she lifted her leg and draped it over his shoulder.

  He was startled by her sudden brazenness. But he liked it. So, she wanted him to taste her. Well, she would get what she asked for. He would make a damn meal out of her. He got up from the floor as she whimpered a protest.

  “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. Make love to me and make me a woman.”

  Her sleepy voice and the words that she said were turning him on even more.

  “Okay, baby. Hold on.” He pulled away from the bed and opened the nightstand drawer. He pulled out a condom and sheathed himself as she watched in fascination. He seemed so much larger than she had expected.

  He got on top of her, hovering just above her by bracing himself up on his elbows.

  “Are you sure, honey?” He had to ask her just once more.

  “Yes. Show me, Sean. Love me.” She reached for him.

  Love her. Such a simple request. He tried to block out the consequence of their actions. He could very easily love her, forever. But could they really be together? Just the idea of it gave him visions of those god-awful talk shows, yet he had a burning desire to make her his for all of eternity. But he wouldn’t think of all that. They had tonight. That was all that mattered.

  He positioned himself at her entrance and slowly nudged himself inside of her. She was tight. Understandably so, but it was more than that. When he felt the first part of himself enter her he knew that he was lost to her, that no wo
man would be able to hold him as intimately as she was right at that moment. In that one instance, something in him had changed. He wanted her like no man had ever wanted a woman before. And not just her body. He wanted her soul and everything that she was.

  He stared at her, waiting for her to adjust to him. Her muscles tightened and held onto him. He could see the discomfort on her face. He knew he was stretching her in ways that her body was not used to. It took every amount of restraint he had to not just plunge inside her fully until their bodies were fused together as one.

  He pulled out of her and repeated the process several times. Each time going a little deeper, staying a little longer.

  “Are you okay, honey?” She had gripped onto his shoulders and she nodded.

  “This will be it, baby. The next time I will be all the way inside you. Can you handle that? Does it hurt too much?”

  She smiled at how gentle and tender he was being with her.

  “Yes, Sean. I can handle it. Fill my body with yours.”

  And he did. He pushed himself all the way inside her and held still. He watched her face. The mild amount of pain he had seen on her just moments ago had disappeared and now there was a look of stunned pleasure. Whatever she was feeling, she liked it. So he did it again. Each time, he released himself from her warmth only to bury himself within her all over again. And every time she uttered a sharp cry of pleasure. With every thrust her breathing increased and her body shuddered. He was barely hanging on to his sanity. But he had to control himself. The pleasure that was washing over her was too magnificent to be ignored. So he regained in his control, fighting the clawing need to ravage her.

  He increased his thrusts, going just as deep, but faster. He wasn’t going to last much longer. He needed to feel her fall with him. He reached down and brushed his thumb over her sensitized nub. Her eyes flared open in shock and then she screamed out his name. Then she flew.

  He could feel her muscles convulsing around him. When her hot wetness flowed all around him he flew with her as well. His orgasm washed over his entire body. Had he ever felt such intensity with a woman? He didn’t think so.

  He looked down and saw her. Oh crap. She was crying again. What did he do? Had he hurt her? Why did her tears always break apart a piece of his soul?

  “Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked as he licked the tears from her cheeks.

  “I’m so happy, Sean. It was so wonderful. I can’t even begin to put into words how you’ve made me feel.” She reached up and hugged him to her.

  He held her to his chest as he rolled until his back met the mattress. “Don’t move right now, honey. Stay right here, lying on top of me, and sleep.”

  “Sleep?” she asked him, confused.

  “Izzy, you wiped me out. I need to rest.” He opened one eye to look at her. “But I want to feel you against me when I fall asleep.”

  She kissed him and snuggled into his chest, just like he asked her to. After all, there was nothing she wouldn’t do for him. She loved him.

  Chapter Five

  Isabelle woke the next morning to the sound of birds chirping, the smell of coffee brewing and an unmistakable pang of joy that had swept into her very soul. She was a little sore. Actually, she was a lot sore. Sean had woken her twice during the night and they had made love both times like it had been the first time. And after each time he had held her tight and soothed her trembling body. They gave their bodies to each other in the most essential and tender ways. It was absolute perfection.

  She rose up and lazily walked toward his closet. She chose one of his t-shirts and pulled it over her head. Passing the mirror on the way to the door, she caught a glimpse of herself. Her hair was tousled and the makeup that once graced her face had been slept away. Any other time she would have fretted, thinking she looked a mess. But something about the look of her swollen lips and rose-colored cheeks made her think that she had never looked better.

  She left the room and headed for the stairs when she heard Sean downstairs talking to someone. He sounded upset. She paused on the stairs and tilted her head as she listened.

  “Yeah. No, I know. It was stupid. We should have called you. I’m sorry we worried you.” There was a pause. “Yeah. I’ll tell her. Okay, you too, bye.” Then she heard the unmistakable sound of his phone being slammed to the counter.

  Something was wrong. She ran the rest of the way down the stairs and stood in the kitchen doorway. His back was to her. He was wearing an old pair of jeans and nothing else. She could see his back muscles bunch up and tense with every breath that he took. His hands were gripping the counter and his head hung low.

  “Sean?” She said it so quietly.

  He turned his head just barely, keeping his back to her.

  “I didn’t know you were awake.”

  “I just woke up. I heard you on the phone. Is something wrong?” She didn’t like the tension in his voice.

  He laughed. A deep tortured laugh that seemed as painful to listen to as it was to make.

  “Is something wrong? That’s a good one, Izzy.”

  She went to him and wrapped her arms around him. “Sean, talk to me. Tell me what’s bothering you.”

  He grabbed her hands and removed them from his stomach. He turned around to face her. “That was your mother on the phone. She was worried because you didn’t come home last night.”

  Her mother. Oh no. She had forgotten to call home last night. She had been so lost in Sean’s touch that nothing else had mattered. “What did you tell her?”

  “What did I tell her?” He walked away from her and turned to face her again. “I lied to her, told her we stayed up late watching television and you fell asleep on the couch. What was I supposed to tell her?”

  “Sean. You didn’t have to lie to her. I realize that—” She was interrupted by his curt response.

  “What? Are you crazy, woman? Of course I had to lie to her. What did you think? I was going to tell your mother that her twenty-four-year-old step son had sex with her eighteen-year-old daughter?” He was yelling at her now.

  “Sean, they’ll find out eventually. They’ll want to know why I’ve changed my mind about going to school. We’ll find a—” He cut her off once again.

  “The hell you’re not going to school. What’s gotten into you? They can’t ever know, Izzy. Jesus, you really are young, aren’t you?” The words hurt. He could see it in her eyes. But he had no choice. She obviously was living in some sort of a fantasy world. A world where a brother and sister could be together and no one would see just how big of a sick bastard he was.

  “Don’t say that. I’m not a child. I’m a woman. I’m your woman, Sean. You made me that last night. I love you.” She said the last words as she came up to him and placed a kiss against his mouth.

  Damn it! Why did her kisses have to feel so good?

  “Izzy, stop it! Look, I’m sorry if you got the wrong impression but what happened last night can never happen again. It was a mistake. I was weak. I shouldn’t have caved.”

  No! No, he hadn’t just said that. He hadn’t just ripped her heart into a million pieces. He couldn’t possible mean it.

  “Don’t say that. Sean, please.” The tears started to fall. “I know people might not understand at first, but we’re not related. I’m of legal age. There’s nothing wrong with us loving each other.”

  She wasn’t going to make this easy on him. Why did he have to forget who he was last night?

  “First of all, I’m a cop. A cop who took an oath to protect and serve. A cop who would look at a man my age and know that there was something seriously wrong with him for taking advantage of an eighteen-year-old child.” He held up his hand to stop her. “No. Don’t say anymore. Perhaps I should have been clearer with my intentions.” Could he do this? Could he break her heart so callously?

  “Izzy, last night was my fault. I should have been stronger, and now things are different between us. Things will never be the same again.” He took a steadying breath. “You nee
d to go away to school. I don’t want to see you again.”

  No!

  “Sean, no! Please don’t say that. I love you. I’ve waited so long for us to be together. Now we finally can. We can be together forever.” She was begging him and she didn’t care. Her sobs were echoing in the room as she pleaded with him. But no amount of humiliation could compare to the pain that was slicing through her heart.

  “No, Izzy, we can’t.” Say it. Just say it and get it over with. Tell her. It will be a lie, but it will work. “I don’t want to be with you.” He deserved to burn in hell for that.

  Shock mingled with her pain.

  “No.” She shook her head at him. “You don’t mean that. I thought—you were so— I thought that you loved me.”

  I do. God help me, I love you so much. I will love you until the day that I die.

  “You were wrong. You’ve let your girlish fantasies intertwine with reality. After all, you are still just a child.” He prayed to let lighting strike him dead as he prepared to finish the blow. “I could never love you.”

  She didn’t move. No tears came. No cries flowed freely, just utter and complete stillness was all he saw in front of him.

  “I see.” Slowly she turned away from him.

  He saw the pain in her eyes. Had her heart just stopped beating? Was she even breathing? No, she didn’t see. He wanted to scream at her, ‘I do love you. Last night was amazing and I don’t want to let you go. But I know I have to. I know it’s the right thing to do. For you. You deserve so much out of life.’

  “Izzy. I care about you.” Go ahead and say it, you’re already an asshole. “But as a big brother. I’m sorry if—”

  She swung around and met his gaze. Her eyes were fierce. She was infuriated with him.

  “Like a brother? Huh, well, I guess you were right then.” She waited for a moment before continuing, “You are a sick bastard, Sean.”