Providence (The Velvet Series Book 2)

by Diana Kane

  “Sorry, I just find it intriguing.” This time Isabella pulls away, my bra still firmly in place.

  “Why? They want me to be happy.”

  “I don’t know. I guess because I never had the chance to tell my mom, she was gone. It makes me wonder how she would have reacted; if she would have treated me differently.”

  “What about your father?”

  “I don’t know. He was a firefighter. He died shortly after I was born, trying to save a child during a house fire. My mother and grandmother raised me after that, until my mom passed. Then it was just my grandmother and me.” I’ve totally killed the mood, I can feel it. Isabella stands with her hands on my hips, lost in thought.

  “Did you tell your grandmother?”

  “Yes, she was great about it. Told me I had to live my own truth and that she just wanted me to be happy.”

  “She raised your mother?” I nod to confirm. “Then perhaps there is your answer. If she felt that way then surely she instilled those same values when she raised your mother.”

  “Yeah, that makes sense.” I take another drink as I ponder this theory, wondering if I can accept it as truth, even though I know it can never be proven.

  I feel the gentle touch of Isabella’s fingers under my chin, bringing my focus back to her. “Are you ok?” Her eyes and the tone of her voice let me know that her concern is genuine.

  “Aside from the fact that I’ve completely killed the mood, yeah I’m ok.”

  “That can be fixed,” she smiles as the fingers resting on my chin slide to the back of my head and she pulls me in for a searing kiss. I feel her unhook my bra as the kiss intensifies and lower my arms as she tugs down the straps. Shivers course through my body as she slowly trails her fingertips down my spine, hooking them into the waist of my shorts and panties, pushing them down. She presses her body firmly against mine, and I can’t suppress the grin as an image comes to mind. “What are you smiling about,” she asks barely disrupting our kiss.

  “You’ll see,” I grin again as I suck her lower lip into my mouth. I feel her smirk as I lower my hands to her hips, hook my discarded bra with my foot and guide her to the railing of the deck. When I feel the soft bump of her back meeting the rail, I lace my fingers with hers and guide her arms up over the rail. I can feel her full blown smile as we kiss and my own excitement knowing she isn’t going to fight my urge. She obediently keeps her hands where I leave them as I squat down to retrieve the bra and bind her hands. She parts her legs as I work, ensuring I smell her excitement. I close my eyes and inhale deeply as the sweet scent hits me, causing Isabella to chuckle, two can play this game. I slowly trail my tongue up the inside of her thigh, starting just above her knee and stopping just shy of her core. She arches into me, but I deny her, repeating my teasing on her other thigh. This time as she arches towards me I slowly start to rise, running my finger tips up her legs and digging into her ass as I reach full vertical. A low growl escapes her as I rake my fingers across her toned cheeks. I push my hip against her sex as I lean in to kiss her and roll her taut nipples between my fingers. She moans and tries to push against me for more contact, but I deny her and pull back completely. I slowly back away, watching as she writhes against the rail and struggles against the bra securing her to one of the spindles. She focuses her lust drenched eyes on me as I pick up the wine bottle and take a long drink.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Committing this to memory, comparing it to what I thought it would look like.” I grin and take another sip of the wine.

  “And?”

  “This is better.”

  “See something you like then?” I know she is trying to turn the tables on me, trying to get me to satisfy her needs, and I will, when I’m ready. I lick my lips and let my eyes drift over her. “Tell me.”

  “The hollow of your throat and the way it meets your clavicle, your strong shoulders, and your muscular arms.” I pause to take another drink of the wine. “Your long, toned, supple legs, slender hips and flat stomach.” She spreads her legs and arches her hips upwards.

  “What about this?” I feel my resolve waiver and lick my lips again. I know how she smells and how she tastes. My mouth waters thinking about it.

  “Your perfect, hairless pussy and how the moon is highlighting your juices.” I silently curse the moon as I feel the majority of my restraint flee.

  “Is there something wrong with my breasts, doctor?”

  “Your breasts,” I stammer as my eyes fix on her perfect, full breasts with the coffee colored areolae and firm nipples.

  “Yes, surely you know what those are, doctor.” Isabella has turned the tables, and she knows it. “Is there something wrong with them?” Her taunting me pulls me out of my trance. I slowly saunter towards Isabella with the wine bottle in tow. I tip some wine into her mouth before slowly trailing the lip of the bottle from the hollow of her throat down to her navel and back up again. I slide it over to her left breast and gently circle her nipple with it before rolling it over her nipple three times. I repeat the pattern on her right breast before dumping a few drops of wine down its slope, licking and sucking it off of her heated skin. She groans loudly when my tongue connects with her nipple, so I repeat my actions on her other breast. Her hips arch out, and her sex brushes against my hip, leaving a trail of her excitement in its wake. I tip the remainder of the wine into Isabella’s mouth before forcefully kissing her, finally allowing my body to press against hers. I cast the empty bottle aside as my hands find her breasts, roughly kneading them before pinching and pulling her nipples. She grinds against my hip when I do, so I break off our kiss to tease one of her nipples with my mouth, trailing my now free hand down to tease her sex. She gasps when my fingers find her and I moan at how wet she is. I slowly run my fingers up and down the inside of her folds, coating them in her juices but avoiding direct contact with her clit. I can feel it pulsing as I skim the soft flesh next to it. I glide my fingers back and insert one, slowly circling her opening as I clamp down on her nipple.

  “More,” she pants as I withdraw my finger. I switch my attention to her other nipple, flicking it with my tongue before sucking it roughly into my mouth. I slide two fingers fully inside her as I suck on her nipple, and feel her push against them as I brush them over her g-spot. I pull out of her all the way and add a third finger into the mix, repeating my previous actions, picking up the pace with each stroke. When the pace becomes steady I lower myself and take her clit in my mouth. She wraps her legs around my neck and drives my face into her. She grinds against my face as my fingers pump in and out of her, her head thrown back, and the moon glistening off the sweat coating her body. “More,” she instructs again. I falter, waiting for her to make eye contact with me to ensure I understand. I arch an eyebrow when she does, and she nods her consent. I pull back my fingers and slowly insert my hand, feeling her walls stretch and relax to accommodate the intrusion she asked for. I allow her to dictate the pace, letting her increase it as her body acclimates to the fullness, watching her hips begin to roll faster and faster. When her pace picks back up, I reposition my mouth on her clit and get back to work. She impales herself on my hand as I greedily lick, suck and nibble on her. It’s only a matter of minutes before I feel her walls start to spasm and she unleashes a scream of ecstasy, making me grateful the lagoon is a decent distance from her family home. I wait for her spasms to stop before slowly withdrawing my hand. Isabella eventually plants her feet back under herself and I release the binding holding her arms. I stand up to massage the stiffness out of them, and she kisses me slowly and deeply as I do. I feel her legs tremble, so I carry her to one of the lounge chairs and grab one of the bottles of water for her.

  “Are you ok?” She nods that she is, but the shaking continues and goose pimples cover her body. I collect the towels from the table before sliding in behind her on the lounger. She curls up between my legs as I drape the towels over her. I wrap my arms around her and pull her against my chest, unsure what else I s
hould do. “Did I hurt you?” Isabella lets out a soft chuckle, and I feel relief wash over me.

  “I’m good. I haven’t had an orgasm like that in years.” My body sags with relief as I continue to hold her. “I’m going to feel that while I’m at work tomorrow,” she informs me when she finally stirs.

  “I’m sorry,” I whisper meekly, causing her to turn her head to me and kiss me.

  “Don’t be, that wasn’t a complaint.” She kisses me again before standing and offering me her hand. “Come on, I still want you in that water.” She pulls me out of the lounger and into her arms. “Just so you know, I will find a way to repay you for that,” she whispers against my ear before kissing me.

  “Looking forward to it,” I tease as our lips part. I pull away from her but keep her fingers laced through mine as I make my way towards the water. I stop at the edge of the deck and look down. I feel Isabella’s heat as she presses herself against my back, her arms wrapping around me, allowing her hands to find my breasts. “How deep is it?” I ask as she massages my breasts and trails her tongue along the length of my shoulder. I lean into her as she teases my ear lobe and trails her hand down my abdomen to softly start stroking my labia. I sigh and tip my head back allowing our lips to meet. Her tongue flicks at my lower lip, and as I open my mouth to admit it, her lips are ripped from mine as she quickly shoves me off of the deck and into the water.

  “Deep enough,” she calls down from the deck as I surface, a self-satisfied grin plastered on her face. “I never said I would repay you tonight, you’re just going to have to wait for it.” I watch as she gracefully dives off of the deck and into the warm depths. I see her shadowed form dart towards me below the water’s surface, even her silhouette is stunning. She coils her arms around me as she breaks the surface. I expect her to kiss me, but she just stares at me with a contented smile that melds into her chocolate eyes.

  “Hi,” I whisper as I brush away the wet strands of hair that have plastered themselves to her face.

  “So what do you think?” I take everything in around me, the feel of her arms around my waist and mine around her neck, the smile that hasn’t left her lips, the warm water wrapped around us, but most of all her eyes, eyes I can’t look away from.

  “Gorgeous,” I whisper without thinking. Her smile broadens as she laughs.

  “Not me, I was talking about all of this.” I feel my own smile grow at the sound of her laughter.

  “It’s pretty perfect.” Honestly, the whole day has been pretty perfect when I think about it. I gently draw Isabella’s face to mine and kiss her slowly, setting aside sexual urgency, trying to convey my gratitude with the kiss.

  “What was that for?” she pants when I finally withdraw my lips from hers.

  “Just saying thank you for the amazing day.” Her lips curl a the corners as we gaze at one another.

  “That was nice.” I feel Isabella’s arms release me and watch as she swims away. “You coming?” I follow her into the depression in the rocks. It isn’t deep enough to be an actual cave but the water is shallower and the moonlight dimmer under the slanted rock. I find a relatively flat rock in the shallow water and sit down on it, submerging my body to the top of my shoulders. I watch Isabella swim for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling of the warm water that surrounds me. Isabella swims towards me until she reaches the shallower water, where she switches to walking. I blatantly stare, my mouth slightly agape, as the water trails down her exposed flesh. I slide back on the rock as she nears me and she kneels down, straddling my thighs. “No one has ever looked at me the way you do.”

  “Then everyone you’ve met has been blind.” Isabella cradles my cheeks in her palms, redirecting my attention from her body to her eyes. She smiles before kissing me, a kiss like the last one we shared. “What was that for?” I whisper as she rests her forehead against mine.

  “I needed to thank you. Today has been a much better birthday than I thought it would be.”

  “It’s your birthday?” Isabella nods that it is. “You let me use you like my own personal tour guide on your birthday?”

  “You didn’t use me, I wanted to. I thought it would help me to not think about it, but today has been wonderful. Thank you.” She kisses me again, a seemingly endless kiss, the effects of which slowly trickle through my body until I can feel the euphoria in my toes. When our swollen lips finally separate, our foreheads meet as we both work to catch our breath.

  “It might still be your birthday. What would you like to do?”

  “Honestly, I just want to lay in bed and watch a movie or two. Not very exciting, I know.”

  “I think it sounds nice. Shall we?”

  “You’re serious?” I can see the hope in her eyes as she awaits my answer.

  “Very. I thought that’s what you wanted.”

  “Very much.” The smile I receive is full and genuine, absent of any bravado. Her eyes seem to sparkle as she gazes at me.

  “Good. You pick the movie though.” She rises off of me and swims back to the deck, leading us away from the private paradise.

  Back at her bungalow I strip off my clothes and recline against the pillows Isabella has set up for us. I watch her bare form as she curls up against me, her leg draped over mine, her arm slung over my hips and her head resting on my chest. She starts her movie of choice, sitting up to kiss me again as the opening title sequence begins. For the second time tonight, I can feel the kiss in my toes. As if sensing I’m on the brink of losing control, Isabella parts our lips and settles her head back on my chest, where I know she can hear my heart beating uncontrollably. I wrap my arms around her and relax against the pillows, focusing my attention on the movie as it gets underway.

  Chapter 17

  The next morning I wake up to find a note in Isabella’s place, an impeccable looping cursive readingThank you for last night. I’ll see you later—I. I smile to myself, roll out of bed and get dressed, the smell of fresh coffee permeating my senses. I realize I must have just missed her, but as I pad down the hallway I spot Isabella curled up on one of her patio loungers, a cup of coffee in her hands. I grab a glass of water and step out onto the deck.

  “You’re still here.” Isabella smiles at me and moves to get up. “Don’t get up.” She resettles herself and moves the half eaten plate of fruit that had rested at her feet to the side. She looks at me and pats the chair where the fruit plate previously sat. I follow her silent command, and she wraps her long legs around me and brushes a quick kiss to my lips.

  “I have to leave soon. Are you hungry?” She grabs one of the grapes and feeds it to me before I can answer.

  “Not really, I need to go for a run before I eat.” Isabella laughs and feeds me another grape.

  “You run every morning?”

  “Unless I have a good reason not to.” Isabella arches an eyebrow at me and grins.

  “That sounds like a challenge.”

  “I thought you had to get going,” I retort, grinning back. She sighs, and her grin fades.

  “I do, another time though.” She kisses me before standing up. “Walk there with me?”

  I walk with Isabella back to the bar and head to my suite to change, determined to run on the beach before it gets much warmer out. The brochure detailing tourist activities catches my eye as I insert my earbuds, preparing to leave. I thumb through it and call to arrange parasailing today and a half day snorkeling outing for tomorrow. Satisfied with my plans, I head out the door, winking at Isabella as I pass by the bar on my way to the beach. I put in a couple of miles and decide to cool off with a swim. I could swim in the ocean, but teasing Isabella sounds like a lot more fun. I head back up to the pool by the bar and slowly strip off my sweat soaked tank top and shorts, revealing my powder blue bikini. I can feel her eyes burning into me as she prepares drinks for a couple sitting at the bar. I slowly strut my way to the stairs leading into the water and tentatively descend each one, even though there’s a snowball’s chance in hell the water will actually be cold. On
ce submerged, I turn around in time to see Isabella lick her lips. I flash her a sadistic grin and start swimming. Cutting my swim short so I’ll have time to shower and eat before my parasailing adventure, I wait for Isabella’s undivided attention and make my way out of the pool, drawing my ascent up each step out as much as I can. I wring the excess water out of my hair and pull my shorts back on before heading over to an empty section of the bar. She watches me as I approach, the water beading and running down my exposed flesh. I take a seat as she sets a glass of water in front of me.

  “You’re in a lot of trouble later,” she leans over the bar and whispers to me. I arch an eyebrow at her, relaying my skepticism. “I can still feel you inside me from last night, and now you tease me like this.”

  “Nice to see you too,” I whisper back, staring down the v-neck shirt that hugs her curves perfectly. I down the glass of water and stand up. “Thanks for the water. Gotta go though,” I inform her before walking away.

  *****

  Parasailing still has my blood pumping. The rush as you’re pulled up off the boat, soaring over the water giving you an aerial view, slowly descending as your feet reconnect with the water. It’s something I may do again before I leave. I sit in my suite killing time by checking my emails. I never realized how many messages I get on a daily basis, how connected to this digital inbox my cell phone keeps me. It’s too early for dinner so I decide to dredge through the flood of messages and address what I can, first going through and deleting the obvious junk mail, making my task seem less daunting. I send off responses about conferences, next year’s mission trip, the women’s health expo and a few other commitments. I read the updates from Abby and see that things are going well at the office. Another update from her informs me that the extension on the house is going well and they should be done with construction before I return. I’m midway through a memo from the hospital regarding the upcoming Joint Commission visit when there’s a knock at my door. I haven’t ordered room service, so I look through the peephole to see Isabella on the other side of the door.