by Diana Kane
“That was a yes,” she pants as she lifts my top over my head and drops it to the floor. I slowly free Isabella of her top and pull her to me, her already erect nipples pressing against me, adding to my own excitement. Our tender caresses escalate to heavy petting as our fiery kiss fills with much more urgency. It’s only a few moments before I can’t tolerate Isabella wearing a single thread of clothing anymore. My hands fall to the waistband of her shorts, hooking them and her panties and pressing them downward, never parting our lips. As soon as they fall to the floor, I run my fingertips along her inner thighs, up and down so slowly, inching closer to her apex with each stroke. Isabella’s hands grip my shoulders, pushing me back a step, breaking the kiss and my contact with her thighs. She steps out of her shorts and panties as her hand slowly falls from my shoulder, her fingertips tracing a path between my breasts and down my abdomen to the drawstring of the scrub pants. She slowly twirls one end of the tie around her finger and pulls it away from my body, allowing them to easily fall to the floor. I move to push my panties down, but Isabella’s hands quickly close over mine, stopping me. “Slow down my love, we have all night.” She releases my wrists as she snakes her hands inside the waist of my panties and grips my cheeks, pulling me back to her. Her tongue glides over my shoulder as she kneads my behind, each movement of her hands pushing the black silk lower. “I love you, Sara,” she coos in my ear as she finally liberates me from my silk constraints.
“I love hearing you say that,” I inform her as I press my body against hers, starting to back her up to the bed.
“Good,” she smiles as she wraps her arms around my neck, allowing me to direct her. “I plan on telling you often.” I begin peppering butterfly kisses along Isabella’s neck as my hands tease up her torso to her breasts. I feel the small impact of the bed against her backside, and she deftly slides away from me onto the bed.
“Come here beautiful,” Isabella beckons me with an outstretched hand as she kneels in the middle of the bed. I loiter, allowing my eyes to study Isabella, her dark locks and deep brown eyes, her beautiful breasts with the pert nipples, her smooth stomach, and toned thighs. I crawl onto the bed and plant soft kisses on her abdomen until her hands gently pull my head upward. Our eyes lock as we eliminate the space between us, our hands gripping the other’s body as our lips meld. Isabella’s knee presses against my thighs opening me a little further. Her hands steady my hips as she slides her leg between mine and positions her sex against my left thigh. We both groan as our sexes connect with the other’s thigh, Isabella’s moisture allowing her to easily grind against me. We writhe against each other as we share passionate kisses and our hands tease and explore. Isabella’s pleasure quickly escalates, causing me to grip her hips to slow her down.
“Slow baby, remember?” I remind her, sucking her earlobe between my lips. She groans but accepts the conditions, slowing her pace. We continue regulating one another, knowing the other’s responses so well that detecting the signs of impending climax is easy. Continually denying Isabella her pleasure is not. My entire body is on edge, I feel like the slightest breeze on my clit will send me into the abyss, but I deny myself, waiting for Isabella to concede. Her head tips back and I quickly grab her hips to slow her. “Look at me baby,” I order her. She tilts her head up and gazes into my eyes, her desire written painfully across her face, her hazy, half lidded eyes oozing need. She relocates my hands from her hips to her breasts, her hands quickly darting to my hips to slam me against her. Isabella has finally given the green light, and my hands quickly start manipulating her nipples as she forcefully grinds herself against me. Isabella wraps one hand around the back of my neck, pulling my forehead against hers. My eyes close as I feel my own climax threatening, as the friction against my clit is nearly too much.
“Look at me Sara.” I open my eyes and gaze into hers. Her breath is a hot tickle on my lips and her fingers dig into my hip, the sensation causing my orgasm to begin, there is no turning back.
“I love you baby,” I pant, our eye contact never faltering.
“Sara,” I hear Isabella moan as the world fades and my pleasure takes control, my muscles tighten and I finally have release. When I regain my bearings, Isabella and I are slumped against each other, sweat beading our bodies, our breathing still heavy, my body still trembling from our shared bliss. I pull her against me and slowly lay back on the bed, her body covering most of mine as her tremors finally fade. Her palm skims up and down the length of my body, the slight touch leaving small sparks in its wake. Every few trips she inches closer and closer to my breasts and my apex, rekindling my previously sated excitement. Her palm inches between my legs and she softly caresses my labia, causing me to spread myself wider for her. She lifts her head and watches me as I squirm, trying to increase the strength of her touch, but she refuses, bringing her hand back up where she starts tormenting my nipple. My breath catches as she pulls the other into her mouth, lashing it with her tongue and sucking on it oh so gently, causing me to release a quiet moan. She stops her ministrations, and my eyes find hers.
“Sit on my face baby,” I rasp, my desire to taste her outweighing my need for her to touch me. Isabella slides up to her knees and positions one of the pillows under my head. I feel more of my own excitement escape me as I wait for her to mount my face. She flashes me a devious smile before pivoting herself over me, wrapping her arms around my thighs and angling my hips upwards and my legs apart. Her sex sits just out of reach, the sweet smell of her excitement taunting me as she lowers her head and administers a slow, deep lick, setting me on fire. I pull at her hips, but she refuses to back up the last inch or so. She licks me again leaving me little choice but to run two fingers along her slit. Her juices quickly coat my fingers, allowing me to easily slide inside of her. For every swipe of her tongue, I administer equally slow strokes with my fingers, being sure to tease her g-spot each time. Isabella finally relents and latches her mouth over my clit, lowering herself in the process. I burry my fingers inside her and finally taste my prize, flicking my tongue over her clit as I feel hers slip into my pussy, swirling around the entrance before withdrawing. I moan against her nub and feel her hips buck against me. I add a third finger and start steadily stroking in and out of her, causing her to start rocking her hips with my rhythm, drawing my fingers in deeper. Isabella sucks on my clit as she inserts her fingers into my dripping sex, causing me to raise my hips so she can bury them. She builds her rhythm quickly, and I realize she’s set on making me come first. I give into to her while my fingers maintain their own torturous rhythm and I occasionally tease her clit with my mouth. My body burns as my hips pump faster, pulling Isabella into me as deeply as I can, grinding my nub against her working mouth. I pull my fingers out of Isabella as I feel my orgasm coming on, clamping my hands down on her thighs as she sucks me hard into her mouth. “Oh fuck,” I scream as the lightning shoots through my body and my thighs tighten around her. She slows her musings as I come down and when I finally open my eyes, I can see the indentations my fingers have left on her thighs and her juices glistening on her pussy. “On your back,” I order as I playfully slap her ass. She quickly obeys and I spring up and press my body on top of hers, grinding my hip against her pelvis, causing her to arch upward. “No more going slow?” I ask as I grind against her again. Isabella only grins in response. “I think you want something. What is it?”
“I want you inside me,” she pants. I grind against her again causing her to arch into the motion.
“But baby, I was inside you.”
“I need all of you inside me.” I’ve done it before, and I certainly know that she’s excited enough I shouldn’t have an issue doing it again. I remember our first night at the lagoon and the earth shattering orgasm Isabella had when I fisted her.
“Well since you need it,” I grind against her one last time before removing my hip and running my fingers through her dripping sex. I straddle her left leg and watch her carefully, looking for any sign that it’s too much. I
slowly insert two fingers and meet no resistance, so I up it to three. I stroke her a few times and she rocks with me, four certainly will not be an issue tonight. I withdraw and slowly insert four, stroking her with slow deliberation as she adjusts to the fullness.
“Yes, fuck me, Sara.” Hearing Isabella talk dirty, gasp out my name, and seeing her like this turns me on, so I start working myself against the leg I’m straddling, allowing the undulations of Isabella’s hips to dictate our pace. “More,” she finally demands, and I withdraw far enough to add my thumb to the mix, slowly working my hand into her deepest folds, allowing her to relax around the intrusion. When she starts slowly moving her hips again, I resume the slight movements inside her as she presses her thigh against my own eager slit. Isabella rides my hand faster, and I feel my own orgasm closing in again. I reach back for the pillow I had under my head and quickly slide it under the leg I’m grinding against. Isabella’s hands finger her hard nipples and start roughly pulling them. I know she’s close and so is my own grinding climax. I quickly latch my mouth onto her clit and lick and suck on her with abandon as I pump my fist inside her. Her hips buck wildly at the sensation. “I’m close. Sara, don’t stop!” I can feel her walls starting to tighten, I didn’t need the warning, but her ecstasy is a massive aphrodisiac, eliciting a moan from me as my own climax sets in. I lock in my focus sucking her clit hard as her walls finally crumble and she screams out in pleasure as her juices cascade over my wrist and down my forearm. My body goes limp against hers as I come down and wait for her walls to relax enough to allow me to withdraw my hand. She’s still trembling when I can finally withdraw from her relaxing folds. I quickly pull her into my arms and hold her tightly, pulling the sheet around us.
“Sweetheart are you ok?” I’m confident that Isabella’s tears are from pleasure, but I have to be certain.
“Yes,” she finally whispers. I plant kisses on her forehead and hold her. “Mmm, that was even better than the lagoon, watching you get off while you were inside me. I really enjoyed that.”
“I got that,” I respond as I grin with my lips pressed to her forehead.
“That really just happened, didn’t it?” Isabella’s cheeks grow a little darker.
“It did.” Isabella turns and props herself up on her elbow, her fingers running along my cheek as she gazes at me with her half lidded eyes.
“I love you, Sara,” she whispers before leaning up to brush a soft kiss on my lips.
“I love you too,” I confirm as she settles her head on my chest. I wrap my arms a little tighter around her and succumb to the exhaustion seeping through my bones.
Chapter 24
“I thought you said this is a small event.” Isabella’s eyes shift around the exhibition hall as she tries to take everything in. I lead us away from the entrance and stop so she can process everything. “You helped create this?”
“I was one of many. It took a lot of effort to get sponsors, space, and advertising the first year. It’s been a lot easier since.” I get lost in the memory of how we had to practically fight for everything the first year we held the expo. Isabella’s lips pressed to mine bring me back to reality. “What was that for?” I ask, unable to suppress my smile.
“This is a good thing, look at all of this.” She sweeps her hand across the expanse of booths and displays in front of her. “I’m proud of you.”
“Thank you,” I say as I pull her to me for another kiss, one arm wrapped around her waist. “I think with the number of years that I’ve done this I’ve forgotten how it must look to people not involved in maintaining it.” I quickly kiss her again as I realize that I could stand here with her all day and be perfectly content. “Come on, we should go see if Valerie and Abby are here yet.”
“Isabella!” Abby abandons whatever she was doing on her phone to welcome her with a hug. “I didn’t know you were going to be here.”
“Me either,” I inform her, as I smile at Isabella.
“It was a surprise.” I think about waking up and finding her spooning me yesterday, it certainly was a surprise.
“Isabella, very nice to see you,” Valerie greets her as she approaches our booth. They exchange a quick hug before Valerie deposits her bag behind the table.
“We’re going to the coffee shop. Do either of you want anything?” I take their requests and we make our way back outside.
“More coffee?” she teases me as she squeezes my hand.
“Baby, I practically live on coffee. Plus I need something to eat, for some reason my shower took longer than usual this morning.” A lot longer actually. We barely had time to brew a pot of coffee before running out the door.
“Is that a complaint?” Isabella winks at me as she grins.
“Not at all. I do need something to snack on though. Alex and Catherine won’t be here with our lunch until noon at the earliest. They probably won’t stay until it ends if you want to leave before I finish up.” We enter the coffee shop, and I give Isabella a few minutes to determine what she wants. Beverages, muffins, bagels and yogurt parfaits in tow, we head back to the convention center.
“This is nice,” Isabella purrs as she squeezes my hand.
“What’s nice?”
“Just doing something routine like this with you, walking in the city, getting coffee.” She smiles at me before brushing a quick kiss against my temple.
“It is. What do you want to do tonight? The girls will probably go out if you want to.” Isabella stops, tugging on my hand to stop me. I turn to face her, wishing I could set the drink carrier down, the cardboard handle beginning to dig uncomfortably into my flesh.
“I’d like to be selfish tonight if I may. I have to share you all day, I’d like to be alone with you tonight. We could go to brunch tomorrow.” I smile at her because her plan already sounds perfect.
“Sometimes I think you can read my mind. Want to go to dinner?”
“Are you asking me out on a date?” She eyes me playfully as she leans in for a kiss.
“I’m sure I could come up with something last minute if you’re going to say yes.”
“Then my answer is yes.” I smile before leaning in to kiss her again.
“We should get back before everyone has cold coffee.” I tug on her hand, and we continue on our way. “You should sign up for a massage before the doors open. There are other pampering activities you could try as well.”
“Maybe I’d rather have you give me one later.”
“I’m sure that could be arranged.” We step back into the center and return to our booth where we eat our yogurt parfaits and sip our drinks. I send two quick text messages off, hoping to utilize a few of my connections for our impromptu date this evening. In what feels like no time at all, the doors to the center open and the expo is underway. Isabella dismisses herself when the crowds filter over to our booth. I watch her disappear into the masses before focusing my attention on our guests. Talking shop passes the time quickly, and before I know it, Alex and Catherine show up with lunch. Valerie and I let Abby sneak away to eat as we continue greeting our visitors.
“Dr. Hudson?” I have my back turned to the crowd to retrieve my bottle of water. I take a quick drink and replace the cap before turning around to discover Katrina standing behind me. I haven’t spoken to her since the night of her inappropriate behavior, and I certainly don’t want to speak to her in this setting. The fact that Isabella is somewhere in the building doesn’t help my nerves either. This is a work function as far as I’m concerned, my conduct and demeanor must remain professional.
“Katrina. If you have any questions, Dr. Westland would be happy to answer them.” Valerie is talking to a small group of women in front of the table, yet she still turns when she hears her name. I see her expression shift, the smile slipping off her lips briefly when she sees who I’m addressing.
“I don’t have any questions, I just wanted a word with you.” Her demeanor is timid, but my blood is starting to boil.
“This is a work func
tion for me,” I inform her, my voice dropping in volume.
“I know, and I’m sorry about that. I wasn’t sure if you would take my call or talk to me at your place though.” I’m clearly not going to be able to get rid of her so I grab a few of the information pamphlets and direct her to the side of our booth, away from most of the visitors.
“Take this,” I command her as I shove one of the pamphlets into her hand. “Keep your voice down and make it quick. This is highly inappropriate.” I plaster a fake smile on my face, I can’t see it but I can certainly feel that it’s strained at best. “Open the damn pamphlet and at least look like you are asking me questions related to it!” I’m practically hissing at her at this point.