by Sasha Cain
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Maggie and Darrios left around three-thirty in the afternoon for their outing. They had to stop and pick up Evan, Sandra, and the girls and then they were heading up to the lake. Isela had gone to take a shower. Brendan sat at the table just listening to the quiet. He could barely sit still he was so giddy with excitement. The entire night to themselves. The first real evening they’d had together since they’d been freed.
Brendan couldn’t wait to make love to Isela without the fear of being discovered, without having to be quiet so no one would hear them. Not in that dreadful prison. He planned on ravishing her repeatedly, wildly and untamed and then slow and unhurried, exploring every inch of Isela’s body, tasting her, adoring her.
Maggie had told them to help themselves to anything they wanted so Brendan raided the ice-box to find what he planned on preparing as the perfect dinner. He’d found what he assumed was some sort of poultry, about the size of Cornish game hens. He had the Mulsket sitting on the counter, poured and waiting for a toast when Isela came out.
Smiling to himself, Brendan decided not to wait any longer. He got up and hurried toward the bathroom, tearing off his clothes and dropping them along the way. When he pushed open the door his breath left his body in a whoosh.
Isela stood in the shower with her back to him, sudsy bubbles running over her creamy skin and down her long, graceful legs. She hummed quietly to herself as she placed her head under the water and pushed her hair back. When she turned to face him, she gasped, startled.
Her gaze devoured his body shamelessly. He was certain she’d seen the hunger in his eyes, but if not, his steely erection gave him away.
She bit her bottom lip and then smiled seductively. Keeping her gaze locked with his, she grabbed the soap, lathering it up between her hands. Starting at the base of her throat, she threw her head back and began spreading the frothy bubbles over her body, taking extra care to suds up her breasts. Brendan groaned. She met his gaze again, licking her lips.
Brendan stepped into the shower, his cock swollen with need to be inside her. Gathering her in his arms, he kissed her hard, possessively. She returned his kiss fervidly, demanding more. He dropped one hand to her breast, the other around to her bottom. He squeezed them both at the same time, causing Isela to gasp. He gently kneaded her breast, heightening the kiss.
Her skin felt almost too hot to touch, searing his longing for her down to the bone. She reached down between them, taking hold of him. Her soapy hand glided over the length of him, causing him to shudder in ecstasy.
The joy he was experiencing almost made him forget to breathe. He nibbled and suckled her bottom lip, moving down to give her breasts the same treatment. She tightened her grip a little and began moving her hand faster.
“Baby, if you keep that up, I’m not gonna last but another few minutes,” Brendan panted.
“Well then, by all means I’ll stop.”
She gave him a wicked smile before kneeling down in front of him and taking him into her mouth.
“Isela, what...oh God. Oh God, that feels so good.”
The way she moved her mouth over him, deep and then shallow, circling her hand around the base, stroking him while she sucked made his whole body tremble. His muscles tensed and he braced his hands on the shower walls to hold himself up.
Isela languidly ran her tongue around the rim of his hardened erection, lapping at the head. He was coming apart rapidly, going faster than the speed of light into a euphoric oblivion. He knew he was going to crash and he looked forward to it. Every time Isela drew him deep into her mouth, jolts of energy arced over his skin.
His breathing quickened, but oxygen didn’t matter to him in the least at that moment. He moaned, his body torn between begging for release and never wanting her to stop. She mmmmed with him buried in her mouth. The vibration of the sound over his over-sensitized flesh sent him over the edge. He went careening into an explosive bliss he’d never known before. His knees went weak and his thighs shook. If he hadn’t been holding himself up, he would’ve fallen where he stood.
He took a couple of deep breaths before attempting to stand on his own. After a few minutes his knees still felt shaky, but his breathing returned to normal. He offered Isela his hand, pulling her to her feet when she took it.
He wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling her neck. “That was amazing, Isela. Nothing’s ever felt that good. God, I love you.”
She pushed on his chest, forcing him to look at her. “I love you too, Brendan...so much.”
Brendan kissed her tenderly. He turned off the water. Isela snagged a towel off the rack. Wrapping it around her, she climbed out of the shower and tossed another one to Brendan. He secured it around his waist, his skin still tingling from the combination of the warm shower water and the effects of Isela’s attention.
Isela began brushing out her hair, wincing at the tangles. “Let me,” Brendan said, taking the brush from her hand.
She blew out a breath as Brendan gently ran his fingers through the tangles, loosening them so the brush would go through more easily.
Once Isela’s hair was free of knots, Brendan set the brush down. She turned to face him, placing her hands on his chest. Her touch instantly kick-started his libido again.
“Thank you, Brendan. I swear, when I try to brush it out I think I’m going to rip my hair right out of my head. That didn’t hurt at all.”
He stared at her luscious mouth. “I loved brushing your hair. Touching you is my favorite thing to do.” He pushed her hand down between them over the bulge in the front of his towel. “See?”
“So soon?” Isela raised an eyebrow.
Brendan shrugged. “What can I say? It’s the power you have over me.”
Isela tugged at his towel, letting it drop to the floor. Then she took a step back, dropping her towel next to his. Placing a hand on her hip, Isela whispered huskily, “So, what should we do about it?”
Brendan stepped forward, uttering what sounded like a feral growl. Taking her in his arms, he crushed his lips to hers. She responded eagerly, wet from more than just the shower. The minute their tongues touched, Brendan felt the surge of power between them. Hot, sizzling energy flowed through him with every touch.
Sliding his hand down over Isela’s shoulder down to her breast, he grazed his thumb over her nipple. Rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, raging desire shot through him as she leaned into him and sighed. Reaching down between her legs, seeking her moist warmth, he slid two fingers inside her. When she moaned, his arousal peaked, full and thick against her pelvis.
Brendan moved his fingers in such a way that had Isela panting and crying out, clinging to him.
“Yeah, that’s it. Come for me, baby,” he rumbled.
Before her body stopped contracting around his fingers, he picked her up, setting her on the counter. He parted her legs and stepped in between them. She reached for him, circling her fingers around his length, guiding him inside her.
Brendan tried to move slowly, to make it last, but his passion took over with a fervor he couldn’t explain. Repeatedly, he drove himself into her. She leaned back, wrapping her legs around him, drawing him in deeper with every thrust. Her body tightened around him, pumping him. She arched her back, moaning in pleasure. Brendan reveled in the way Isela’s orgasm squeezed and milked him until he came along with her. Flashes of light and color exploded inside his head, the intensity blinding. There was nothing else, just him and Isela and this incredible release they shared.
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Isela had never imagined, in all the years she’d sworn off men, that anything could ever feel as good as the way Brendan made her feel. The things he did to her body made her come alive. He created a smoldering heat within her with his kiss that burst into flames at his touch, searing her with a need for him, a hunger that couldn’t be sated.
Still sitting on the counter, she clung to him, her hair still damp. He smoothed the loose strands off of her forehead. Taki
ng Isela’s face in his hands, he tenderly kissed her flushed cheeks.
“If you keep distracting me like this, I’ll never get dinner on,” Brendan teased.
“Me distract you? I’d say it’s the other way around.”
“I’m not the one who tore our towels off.”
Isela rolled her eyes, laughing. Brendan asked her if she was hungry.
“I could eat,” she said.
He gave her a sinful look. “Good, because you’re going to need all the energy you can get for the night I have in mind.”
She traced a finger down his chest. “Looking forward to it,” she purred.
Brendan helped her off of the counter. After they dressed they made their way to the kitchen. Brendan lit the oven, grabbed the meat and some vegetables from the ice-box, then began rifling through the cupboards.
“What are you looking for?” Isela asked him.
“Seasonings for these...chickeny birds. They’re all different from what I’m used to. I don’t recognize any of the names.”
Isela laughed. “Why don’t you smell them?”
He pointed a finger at her. “Good idea.”
Once he’d gone through all of Maggie’s spices and found the ones he wanted, he sprinkled them over the meat. Isela offered to help, but he shook his head.
“Nope. I want to do this for you. Ever since I got hurt you’ve taken care of me, doing nothing for yourself. I want to do something for you.”
Isela sat down at the table, watching him, loving how his muscles flexed as he worked. She smiled at the way his brows furrowed in concentration. His T-shirt accentuated his perfect shoulders beautifully and the jeans he’d chosen showcased his derriere nicely, giving Isela yet another reason to stare.
Brendan peeled, sliced, and chopped until he was satisfied they had enough vegetables for their meal. He lightly sautéed them while the main dish baked, pleasing his audience.
By the time dinner was ready, Isela’s mouth was watering. The aroma wafting through the kitchen promised the food would be delicious. It was. From the first bite, Isela knew she’d walked right into heaven.
****
“Oh my goodness, Brendan. This is the most amazing thing I’ve ever put in my mouth.” She smiled wickedly. “Well, the second most amazing thing.”
Brendan couldn’t swallow. Isela’s sexy comment had him recalling the shower they’d shared awhile ago. The pleasure she’d so unselfishly given him made him eager to reciprocate, and sooner rather than later. As his mind wandered back to the image of Isela’s eyes gazing up at him while her soft mouth moved over his hard body, he felt that familiar ache in his groin.
He found himself tempted to abandon their meal, sweep everything to the floor, and take her right there on the table. The fantasy played through his mind, heightening his arousal.
“Brendan?” Isela said. He turned, blinking his eyes.
“I’m sorry. What did you say?” he asked.
“Nothing. You just had this look on your face. So intense. What were you thinking about?”
Brendan finally managed to swallow. He gazed into Isela’s eyes heatedly. He took her hand, kissing it. He lowered his voice. “I was thinking about the shower we took before dinner. Of how much I loved it, how hot it was, and how much I want you. Just thinking about it has me all worked up again. I can’t wait to return the gesture.”
Isela gulped, nearly choking on her food. She said nothing at first, but merely returned his gaze. She dabbed her mouth with her napkin. “I loved doing that for you. I’m glad you liked it—”
“Loved it...so much.”
She blushed and dropped her gaze. “I just wanted to make you happy, Brendan. You talk about returning the gesture. You’ve made me so happy, I can’t find the words to describe it.” She lifted her gaze to reconnect with his. “I guess I was trying to find some way to show you.”
He kissed her hand again. “Isela, I love you. Just being with you makes me happy. No one’s ever made me feel the way you do. I’ve never felt this kind of passion in my whole life. All I want to do is bring you pleasure.”
Isela stood up and circled round the table. She bent over, getting eye level with Brendan. “You do. I love you too. You have no idea how much.”
He pulled her onto his lap. “I think I do.” He kissed her with a newfound passion. Running her fingers through his hair, she returned the kiss, their tongues swirling together, tasting each other as if it were their first one.
“How about we finish our dinner later,” Brendan rumbled. “Right now, the only thing I want to eat is you.”
Isela nodded, scrambling off his lap. He took her by the hand and led her to their bedroom. As soon as they crossed the threshold, Brendan pinned Isela to the wall covering her mouth with his. His kiss was hot and demanding.
Never taking his mouth from hers, Brendan began unbuttoning her shirt. He pushed it off of her shoulders and onto the floor.
Brendan stepped away long enough to pull his shirt off, tossing it behind him. He stared down at Isela’s lips, swollen and pouty from his kiss, and couldn’t wait to taste them again.
Brendan kissed her again, but softer, more slowly, savoring her mouth. She leaned into him, offering her breasts, which he eagerly accepted. She pulled away and whispered in a fevered pitch, “Please, Brendan, make love to me.”
He kissed her collarbone then nuzzled her ear, nibbling on the lobe. “Baby, you’ve got me so hard, I think I might explode.”
Isela glanced down at his massive erection straining the seams of his jeans. Using both hands, she unsnapped and unzipped him. He wore no underwear, so she gingerly pushed down his pants, freeing him into her hands.
Brendan sucked in a breath when she began stroking him, intermittently grazing her fingertips over the head and underneath.
“Isela, please, take off those pants and get into bed. I need to feel you, to taste you. I need to be inside you.”
Isela pushed her pants down, kicking them to the side. Brendan did the same with his. She climbed into bed, making room for Brendan. He swept her into his arms and kissed her.
She drew his bottom lip between her own, sucking gently then running her tongue over it. He moaned into her mouth. She reached down taking hold of him, lightly rubbing the tip of the head, spreading the moisture gathering there.
Effortlessly, as if she weighed nothing, Brendan hoisted her over his face, rolling onto his back. He positioned her where he wanted, dipping his tongue in and out of the moist folds over his face. She shuddered, making a soft mewling noise. He caressed her bottom while he continued lapping her with his tongue, swirling it inside of her, sucking on the tender lips.
Brendan knew the exact moment Isela climaxed. She began to tremble, then ground into his face, her hips bucking. She gripped the headboard and screamed with pleasure.
Before the spasms of her orgasm let up, Brendan grabbed hold of her hips, pushing her down and impaling her with his heavy shaft. Isela cried out. He thrust forward, reigniting the fire within her.
He continued driving himself into her, over and over. Her body contracted around him, squeezing him, pulling him closer and closer to the sweet release he sought. Isela cried out once more, arching into him, clutching the bedcovers.
Brendan gazed up at her writhing on top of him, her breasts covered in a fine sheen of perspiration. The sight of her riding him, along with the pressure of her body uniting with his, sent him spiraling over the height of his climax, spilling his seed into the woman he loved.
****
Isela collapsed on top of Brendan’s chest, out of breath, spent. Her body felt gloriously used, her muscles quivering with fatigue. Brendan encased her in his arms, speaking words of his love in her ear. She slid off of him, curling up at his side with him cocooned around her.
He kissed her temple. “I could never get enough of you, my love,” he whispered.
Lying there in his arms, Isela wondered if she dared believe it. Could he consider staying with her? Wou
ld he? Had he thought about a future between them, here in Celio or in his world? Should she hope for such a dream to come true? She drifted off to sleep with visions of her and Brendan holding each other long into the future.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Isela woke up to sunlight streaming in through the window. Brendan lay next to her, his arm draped over her hip. When she tried to slide out of bed, he rolled onto his back, flopping his arm over his eyes. Isela raked her eyes over his body, admiring the hard planes and firm curves.
She pulled Brendan’s T-shirt over her head, noting how it held his scent. She tiptoed to the bathroom, taking care not to wake him. Her body felt as though she’d been thrown from the roof. She giggled, hugging herself when she recalled the reasons for her soreness.
After freshening up, Isela returned to the bedroom. Brendan stirred, reaching for her.
“Isela?” he called out groggily.
“I’m here, Brendan.”
“Come back to bed. I need you to warm me up. I’m cold.”
“Oh, you are not.” She gazed down at his waist and then below. The tent he’d made with the covers was most impressive, especially considering it had been done with no hands. Isela pointed to it. “In fact, I’d say you were pretty damn hot.”
Brendan chuckled. “Not my fault the woman I love fires me up like this.”
“How can you possibly want any more? I swear you’re insatiable.”
“Yes I am,” he said, reaching for her. Snagging her wrist, he pulled her on top of him. “When it comes to you.”
Isela sat up, straddling Brendan. She crossed her arms, grabbing hold of the bottom of the T-shirt she’d borrowed, pulling it over her head. Her ample breasts sprang free, much to Brendan’s delight, judging by the look on his face. He reached up and tweaked a nipple, licking his lips as the rosy bud hardened and the surrounding skin puckered.
Brendan flipped Isela onto her back, hovering over her. Pinning her wrists to the bed, he leaned down and flickered his tongue across the hardened peaks of Isela’s breasts, first one then the other. He took one into his mouth, sucking greedily. She arched and moaned. He traced the pads of his fingers over her skin, trailing down between her legs. His breath came out in a hiss as he slid two fingers inside her.