Providence (The Velvet Series Book 2)

by Diana Kane

  “Ten minutes or so.”

  “Drive fast,” she commands. She needn’t have given the order, I already planned to.

  The ten longest minutes of my life pass by agonizingly slow. I’m convinced they’ve installed at least a dozen more stoplights between the airport and my house, and that each of them are red. Of course I’m being irrational and impatient, but Isabella’s hand trailing up and down my inner thigh will do that to me. I park in the garage and open the door, letting Isabella enter before me. She drops her bag before pinning me against the door as soon as I close it, her mouth crushing mine, the urgency we both feel causing us to abandon all romanticism. I tug on her shirt as her hands slide under my sweater.

  “You want a tour?” I ask as she pulls my sweater over my head, letting it fall to the floor. She grins as she presses her mouth to mine once more, her hands landing on my breasts, causing me to moan into her mouth.

  “Dinner?” I ask, as I pull her shirt over her head. She tilts her head slightly at me and grins.

  “You all night tonight. Everything else can wait until tomorrow.” It’s all I needed to hear. I pull her back to me and our kiss resumes. She smiles against my mouth as I slide my hands under her ass and she locks her legs around my waist. I quickly realize that I won’t make it to the bedroom, I need to feel her naked flesh against mine. I sit her down on the table and unclasp her bra. Our kiss breaks as I pull the black lace down her arms and press her down onto the table.

  “So this is the kitchen and dining room,” I inform her as my hands caress her liberated breasts. She smiles up at me but doesn’t break eye contact, not even as I pinch both of her nipples and she gasps. My hands trail down her stomach moving to unbutton her jeans. I pull the offending barrier down along with her panties, the scent of her sex greeting me. My mouth waters as I chew my lower lip and start to trail kisses down her neck, trying to rush to the place my mouth desires most.

  “No,” she intones, pulling me back up to her. She locks her mouth on mine before wrapping her legs around me again, her sex leaving a moist spot on my abdomen where they connect. Her fingers quickly reach down and unhook my bra. “Bedroom,” she orders as I help her remove the garment. She kisses me as I pick her up off the table and carry her into my bedroom, sitting her on the side of the bed. Her hands quickly slide down to the button on my jeans, and I help her remove all of our remaining clothing before she slides back on the bed, allowing me to slither on top of her, the connection of our naked flesh once again pressed against each other spurring me on. I stare into her eyes, seeing my own longing reflected back at me. She pulls me down and locks her lips on mine as I slide between her legs, grinding my sex against hers. The overwhelming need to hear her climax, to feel her come undone under my touch is too strong. Our hips roll with much more urgency than the night on the terrace, as we work ourselves against one another. In minutes we’re both tensing, our orgasms sending us both into the abyss. It may have been a quickie for all intents and purposes, but we both know it’s simply the appetizer to the feast the rest of the night has in store.

  *****

  I wake up in the morning and revel in the feeling of Isabella’s arms wrapped around me. I watch her sleep, a smile playing on my lips. When I can’t ignore the screaming from my bladder any longer, I kiss her forehead. She doesn’t stir. I carefully slide out of her arms and grab a set of clothes. Isabella is still sound asleep when I leave the bathroom, so I head to the kitchen to make breakfast. Fresh fruit prepped, veggies for omelets diced, and turkey sausage browning, I work on whisking a little bit of milk into the eggs for our omelets.

  “I think you’re overdressed,” Isabella whispers in my ear as she slides her hands under my shirt, slowly caressing my abdomen. “Why did you leave me alone in bed?” she asks between the soft kisses she peppers along my neck.

  “I wanted to make you breakfast,” I moan leaning into her, starting to forget the task at hand. No one has ever had the effect on me that Isabella does. Her fingers slip between the waistband of my shorts and my skin, teasing me, threatening to sink lower.

  “What if I want you for breakfast?” Isabella’s hands grip my hips as she pulls my ass into her pelvis. My right hand drops the whisk as my left switches the burner off. Last night had been filled with tenderness and emotion as we physically reconnected with each other. With the forceful pull, Isabella has unleashed a savage hunger in me, one that I know she shares, the only common thread between our never ending night and this morning being each other. I quickly spin around and crush my mouth against Isabella’s, pushing her back to pin her against the refrigerator. My hands grip her hips as I bite down on her lower lip and tug on it roughly. Isabella shudders as I nip my way along her jawline to pull her earlobe between my teeth.

  “You’re right, breakfast can wait until after I fuck you.” Isabella groans as I bite down forcefully on her shoulder. I dip my head down to her breast and roughly suck and bite one nipple as my fingers pinch and pull on the other. She grabs two fistfuls of my hair, but instead of pulling me away she presses my head against her breast as he arches her back into me. I can hear the hissing as she pulls breaths between her teeth each time I clamp down on her protruding buds. She finally pulls me off of her nipple and back up to her mouth. She claws at my shirt as I back her down the hallway. Our lips separate as she tugs my shirt off and we pass into my bedroom. I steer her to the side of the bed and push her down onto it. Without hesitation, I latch my mouth onto her exposed sex and attack her clit. I want her warmed up and ready, this is going to be rough, something I know she will enjoy as much as I do.

  “Fuck, Sara,” Isabella moans as her hips buck against my mouth. I smile as I tentatively direct a probing finger around her entrance and find it soaking wet. I withdraw my finger and my mouth and stare at Isabella lasciviously.

  “On your knees in the middle of the bed, facing the mirror,” I order her. I see her eyes dilate with excitement as she flashes her cocky grin back at me. I drop my shorts to the floor as I turn to my closet to get the storage bin that houses my toys. I grab my harness and the dildo I feel appropriate for this situation, one that will stimulate me as I drive it into Isabella. The vibrating ring that slips over the purple shaft catches my eye as I step into the harness, so I grab it and slide it on. I hear Isabella gasp behind me and catch her rubbing herself, exciting me even more. “I never told you to touch yourself,” I snap. Isabella’s hand freezes before she slowly lowers it back to the bed in front of her, a disgruntled expression filling her face. I slowly walk over to the bed and lean in, grabbing her chin with my right hand and angling her face towards mine. “I’m going to have to punish you for that. You know that, right?” Her eyes drop to the strap-on before moving back to meet mine. She flashes me a defiant look, a silent challenge. “I can see you aren’t the least bit repentant. You leave me no choice but to spank you.” Isabella and I have never played this roughly, have never crossed this line. Yet something tells me that it isn’t a line she will be afraid to cross. If she says no, I won’t do it, but she doesn’t.

  “Do your worst,” she challenges, her eyes betraying her excitement. I allow my thumbs to caress her cheekbones as I stare into her defiant stare. I kiss the top of her head before moving around the bed, kneeling on the mattress behind her. I see her reflection watching me as I roughly knead her ass cheeks, tenderizing them before I punish her. She pushes back into my hands, causing the toy to slide along her slit. Eventually, I’ve had enough teasing, it’s time to play. I line myself up behind her, positioning the head of the toy against her entrance. She can feel it there, threatening to invade her as I lock eyes with her in the mirror.

  “This is your last chance to change your mind,” I warn her. She grins back at me, giving me permission to do as I please. “Canvas will be our safe word, ok?” Isabella’s reflection nods at me before flashing me her cocky grin. I windup my right hand and bring it down hard on Isabella’s ass, the electric shock of skin slapping skin almost as sweet as Isa
bella’s pleasure filled moan. I tenderly rub the affronted area and smack it again, the crack as flesh meets flesh like a thunderbolt. Isabella groans, her right cheek red where I struck it. I turn my attention to the other cheek and smack it as hard as I can, the impact forcing Isabella’s breath to leave her. I rub it down and smack it all over again. Isabella’s fingers curl into the sheets as she arches back into the touch. I gently caress both of her aching, red cheeks while watching her in the mirror. When her eyes meet mine, I ask, “Are you ready?” She nods that she is, so I switch the vibrating attachment on and position myself directly behind Isabella, teasing her slit with the tip of the toy. “I’m going to fuck you now, and it’s going to be rough. Are you ok with that?” Isabella silently responds by biting down hard on her lower lip and gripping the sheets in each of her fists. To my surprise she forces herself back onto the toy, trying to wrest some of the control from me. In order to regain the upper hand, I clamp my hands firmly on Isabella’s hips and guide the remainder of the shaft inside her, burying it. I inch back out before slamming the full length of the toy back inside her. I withdraw as Isabella catches her breath, pounding into her once she does. The impact combined with the vibrator providing both of us great stimulation. The sensation of her ass repeatedly beating against my hips is amazing, only adding fuel to the fire that she creates. In no time, Isabella and I have our rhythm worked out, Isabella leaning back as I pound into her, and then we both withdrawal, to only repeat the process over and over again. I pound my hips against her ass over and over, watching the pendulum of her breasts, the rise and fall of her chest as she fights for air, searching for any sign that this is too much for her. I reach around with my right hand and play with her clit, adding even more stimulation to the pounding I’ve been giving her. She moans loudly at the additional teasing, so I keep it up as I continue to fuck her. Sweat begins to bead on both of our bodies as our pace becomes frantic. I know Isabella is close, that all I need to do is to continue what I’m doing. The combination of the clitoral stimulation and the penetrating toy are too much for her, and she falls screaming over the edge in a matter of minutes. She lays splayed on the bed after, as I slowly lick and kiss the red handprints on her ass cheeks before finding myself sprawled out on top of her kissing and massaging her back. “Was that alright baby?” I ask, whispering in her ear. She rolls over underneath me and wraps her arms around my waist. Her eyes are red and puffy like she has been crying. Fear plummets through me. “Baby are you ok? Did I hurt you?”

  “No one has ever fucked me like that. I’m very much ok.” She pulls me down to kiss her and locks her arms around me. “Did you come though?”

  “No, but I’m good.” Isabella isn’t one to take no for an answer, so I’m not surprised when she flips me over, wrapping her arms around my thighs to pull me to the edge of the bed. She slides the harness off of me and steps into it, securing it tightly on her hips. She stands between my legs as I wrap them around her midsection. She slides in easily and quickly starts rolling her hips against me. As soon as I display the smallest amount of excitement her thumb joins the game and begins teasing my pulsing clit. The combined sensations of being filled and teased by Isabella at the same time ripple through my body. In mere minutes, my breathing is heavy and my muscles are starting to clench. She brings me to an explosive orgasm that I’m certain is going to leave me blind. When my body finally comes back to Earth, I pull Isabella into my arms and just hold her there for a few minutes. Isabella softly plants kisses along my shoulder, as I sleepily trail my fingers along her spine. She nuzzles her face against my neck and for a moment she’s so still and her breathing so even that I wonder if she has fallen asleep. “Are you really ok?” Isabella lifts her head to stare into my eyes, a quizzical expression on her face.

  “I am. Why are you so concerned?”

  “I just want to be sure I didn’t overstep or force you to do something you weren’t comfortable with. That wasn’t exactly gentle, and we never discussed spanking or the like before.” She presses her finger against my lips, stopping my train of thought.

  “We never discussed it, but you asked for permission several times. I could have said no and you would have stopped. No more worrying about this, we both enjoyed ourselves.” She presses her lips to mine; as if she’s presenting her closing argument. “Do you still want to make me breakfast baby? I’m famished.”

  “Me too,” I inform her after I stop laughing. “Come on, I’ll finish breakfast then give you the tour.”

  *****

  I’ve never really seen the point of giving someone a tour of your home. In a way, it’s always felt like a mode of bragging to me. ‘Look what I have here,’ or ‘Look what I’ve done with this,’ neither of which have ever been me. But Isabella is here and I want her to feel comfortable, to feel at home. Her presence has stirred something in me, it feels right, it makes me happy versus the usual claustrophobic feeling I get when I have guests. So after cleaning up the kitchen, I start by leading Isabella down to the basement, causing a slight sense of guilt to stir in me for not working out this morning. She looks around taking in all of the assorted equipment, while I lean against the wall, watching her.

  “So this is where you got that body,” she teases as she makes her way over to me.

  “I thought you liked my body,” I tease back. She pulls the cord on my bathrobe and watches as it falls back and drapes off of my reclining form.

  “Very much,” she purrs as her hands find my abdomen and slowly inch upward. She leans in and kisses me as her hands caress my curves, leaving goosebumps in their wake. She separates our lips to work her way over my jaw, to my earlobe and then down my neck. I’ve already lost at this point, but I decide to put up a mock resistance.

  “Is your plan to do this in every room in the house?” My voice is already throaty and my breathing has picked up, the sensations this woman elicits with even the simplest of touches is more than I can resist.

  “That sounds like a good idea to me,” Isabella whispers before running the tip of her tongue along my collar bone. Her hands find my breasts and slowly start to tease my nipples. My body involuntarily arches into her. She knows she had me long before this, but I feel her cocky smile against my shoulder anyway.

  “We’ll miss dinner with the girls tonight if we do.” Right now I don’t care about dinner with the girls, I have no desire for Isabella to stop.

  “Don’t worry, I know how to make this quick.” Her right hand slips down my torso and finds my already throbbing pussy. Her mouth latches on the nipple her hand abandoned as she strokes her fingers inside my folds, lubricating them before teasing my clit. I’m already panting when I drop my own hand down to Isabella’s and encourage it to slip inside me and apply more pressure.

  “Yes,” I rasp as she complies, my hips already swaying forward to swallow the length of her fingers. She works inside of me, teasing my g-spot, swirling along my walls, withdrawing and entering again and again. The cool air against my moist nipple hardens it even more as Isabella lowers herself to her knees. “God, Isabella,” I moan as her mouth connects with my clit, her tongue slowly swirling around it before she gently sucks it. She continues working me with her fingers and her mouth and proves that she was right, in no time my fingers are coiled in her hair, pressing her against me as my hips work in time with her fingers. I feel the ripples start to course through me and my muscles start to tense. My head falls back, no longer able to enjoy the view of Isabella making my body sing. The world goes black as I allow myself to ride the waves of ecstasy Isabella has called forth from my body. When my muscles finally relax I watch again as Isabella withdraws her fingers from me and slowly licks and sucks them clean, the sight stoking the desire that had just been fed.

  “I told you I could make it quick,” she teases, making me laugh as she kisses her way back up my body.

  “Have you always been this insatiable?” Isabella chuckles as she embraces me, her breath tickling my ear.

  “No, but I�
�ve never missed anyone the way I’ve missed you.” She plants a soft kiss on the side of my head, and her words echo in my mind. I wrap my arms around her a little tighter.

  “Me either.” We stand there holding each other, time no longer mattering. Even just standing here clinging to her, I feel things I can’t explain. My heart feels full, it beats faster, my skin tingles, and I feel free, free to let go, to let my guard down with her, to let her see me, all of me. The feeling scares me to death though. I’ve shut off and hidden so much of myself for fear that I would become another woman’s puppet again that I’m scared to let it all out. But Isabella makes me want to feel those emotions again, makes me want to be a whole person again, even if the prospect of liberation is the most frightening thing I can imagine.

  “Where are you right now?” Isabella’s voice brings me back to the moment. My arms have slipped down, hanging around her waist as she eyes me with concern, her thumbs brushing under my eyes, wiping away the tears I didn’t know I was shedding. “What happened?”

  “Nothing,” I murmur, clearing my throat. “We should head upstairs, continue the tour.” Isabella gives me a look, I know she isn’t happy that I just shut down on her. Instead of protesting she nods and takes one of my hands, leading me back up the stairs. I lead her to the den next, where the gift I’ve forgotten about waits on the coffee table in a pre-wrapped black gift box with a silver bow. I’ve never considered myself good at giving gifts, and I feel that insecurity creeping in as Isabella spots the package. “That’s for you,” I inform her, leading her over to the sofa, where she’ll be able to sit and open it. We both sit, and she plants a tender kiss on my forehead before turning her attention to the gift. She releases my hand and lifts the lid off the box, revealing the two sets of sketching pencils and the sketch pad. Isabella turns back to me, the sight of pure joy radiating from her eyes, her smile unlike any I’ve seen from her.