by Criss Copp
Silas is encouraging me to show him my climax, while he stokes a fire in my pussy and pulls at my heart through my breast. He pulls away from my mouth completely.
“Come on Isi, come for me.” he commands breathlessly.
I’m trapped against him. He’s administering my mind blowing demise and I’m helpless against his actions.
I begin to pant and I feel the waves building into a tsunami just offshore and waiting to crash into me at his insistence.
“Come on Isi.” he whispers and begins to bite my neck.
I moan out loudly, and then my words gather greater strength, “Oh… Oh… Fuck… Oh… Silas.” I end by screaming his name.
“Fuck.” He whispers and stills. “So beautiful, you’re so beautiful Isi, come on I need you too.” He says, pulling his hands free from my breast and pussy and moving around the front of me, taking my hand and imploring me to walk up the stairs to the bedroom.
I’m shaking my head. “I can’t move without my knees buckling.” I explain, my pussy is throbbing and my legs feel like jelly. I’m surprised I’m able to stand at all, now he’s no longer supporting me upright, and I feel light headed.
He smiles a huge shit-eating grin and gathers me up in his arms so that he is carrying me up the stairs instead, all the while being careful with my arm.
He puts me down on my feet next to his bed.
“I need you to stand till I take all of your clothes off, can you manage that?” He smiles.
I smile in reply.
He starts by having me assist him in getting my t-shirt off.
“That can stay off tonight.” he stipulates.
“I’ll need it when I’m driving.” I chuckle.
He’s shaking his head.
“You’re not leaving. You’re staying with me the whole night. I’m not sending you on your merry way after making love to you. I’ll need you here all night.” He says.
He’s kneeling in front of me, having removed my bra already and tossed it aside. I have yet to murmur my consent to stay the night, but really I’m just hoping my silence implies consent, because my mind is a jumble of lust and love, and I’m desperate for this to continue. So I don’t intend to leave at all.
I feel him pull roughly at the denim of my jeans so that they pull over my hips and ass.
I don’t have a huge ass, I have a nice little round peach. I’ve had plenty of compliments in the past.
He peels the jeans down along with my panties and then asks me to step clear of them.
I place my hand on his shoulders and lift one leg at a time, and then he pulls them away for me and tosses them aside.
He’s still completely clothed and I’m completely naked. I’m standing in full view, and he’s kneeling and looking up at me in the half glow of the landing light.
“You are so beautiful.” He insists.
I smile at him. He smiles back with a cheeky grin, and then he moves his face forward and I immediately know his intent.
“I’ll fall down, and I’ve been wearing the same stuff since lunchtime.” I warn. If he makes me orgasm again in this position, I will go down. I’m also a little concerned about the strength of my arousal, since I haven’t had a shower since lunchtime, when I finished work.
He ignores me, leans in and places his tongue in the folds of my pussy’s lips. Sliding it up to my clit.
It’s still super sensitive.
And then his arm is going around my hips and cupping me under my ass cheeks. His right hand is trying to get me to part my legs a little more so he can gain access to my entrance, which he does. He plunges his fingers, two of them, inside me and then slowly pulls them out.
“Oh.” I cry out.
He repeats this for a short while, devouring my pussy while invading it with his fingers, sending my mind into a tailspin of lost control.
And then he pulls back and stands up, his fingers momentarily remaining within me.
“You look, taste and sound fantastic.” He says convincingly, moving in to kiss me lightly on my lips with my slightly salty arousal still coating his. “Now lay down on the bed.”
“Okay.”
He then begins to strip.
Once he’s out of everything but his boxers, he goes and turns the bedside lamp on. He can now see every bit of me as I lay on my back on the bed and watch him. I have my arms wrapped around me, but it’s futile.
He leans over me and pulls my arms away.
“Don’t, you’re beautiful and I love the way you are. I don’t want you to cover yourself up now that I have you naked in front of me.”
“Okay.” I whisper.
He smiles a huge grin that tells me he’s happy, and that he wants to be here and see me this way.
“Now before I take these off,” he says, briefly pulling the elastic waist of his boxers out and letting them snap precariously close to his manhood, “do I need to ride to the nearest store and buy condoms? Because I can quickly get dressed again and go.” He asks.
“No.”
He doesn’t. I’m clean and I trust him.
“Good.”
He places his thumbs into the top of his boxers and pulls them down; dropping them once he reaches his knees. He steps out of them at the same moment that I sit up to examine his scars.
They’re dimpled and deep; faded pinks, some almost skin toned, but the main one is jagged and runs the full width of his hips and then around, left of his pelvis. The disfigured brands of his tragic past are shocking, but I love that he has them. I suddenly understand everything he has ever said to me regarding my own disfigurement. That he is not these scars, he is the entire man presented before me. Most importantly, the man that loves with a generous heart and chooses words that come from a thought process that knows me completely.
I realize he’s stopped to watch me watching him, looking at him and judging him. His very decent sized cock is still erect and before me. His chest is heaving, breathing heavily in anticipation of my verdict.
I stand up facing him and press my naked scars to his. Rubbing my mound up under the base of his penis and looking up lovingly into his beautiful eyes and feeling his hard arousal against my stomach.
“I love you and you are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.” I say before standing up on tip toes and engaging him in a soft, sweet and seductive kiss.
Silas.
I knew she’d be fine with my scars, but I suppose they’re always a bit of a shock. I get my fair share of nurses saying so. But then I don’t need to impress them.
She looked at them with a faint smile, like she felt connected with them and what they mean between us. And then she did just that, connected her scars to mine.
I’m flushed with emotion and love in this moment… it consumes me, and I need more than sex from her, I need her and a commitment to be with me in the long term.
“Move in and be with me. I want to go to sleep at night beside you and wake up and see you next to me every day, because I can’t let you go now. I need you more than I need food.” I explain. I want her desperately and I need her completely. Her and no-one else. “Please stay, take a chance and live with me.” I plead while holding her firmly in my arms.
She’s denied me this request each time I asked this week, and I’m scared she may deny me right now, when I’m on the cusp of giving myself to her completely.
She looks up at me and she smiles. It’s enough and I know she’s going to agree, so I break into a huge grin.
“Okay.” she agrees, nodding and so I let out a big breath grinning stupidly.
My confidence has returned and I have plans for her. I was almost always sweet with Shae when we connected, because she was that kind of girl. But with Isi, I’m consumed with intense feelings for her, and I sense my inner possessiveness driving me to consume her. She sets me on fire, and so my imagination lately has driven me to think of hot impassioned scenarios concerning her, and I need to satisfy this craving hunger I have for her. .
“Now Mi
ss Mulligan, get back onto the bed.” I demand.
She gives me a shocked look.
I grin and shuffle her back toward the bed.
“Kneel on the bed, up near the headboard.” I request.
She complies.
I get on the bed and position myself flat on my back with my head on my pillow, as though I were lying down for sleep.
I point my finger at her and then crook it in a come hither signal.
She smiles and begins to slide down next to me.
“No no, I want you to sit here.” I explain, pointing to my face.
“You want me to sit on your face?”
“Yes.”
She does a double take, but she moves and begins to place her right leg over my face to straddle me. She leans back so she’s seated on my chest.
“You can hold onto the headboard.” I tell her, because she looks concerned, but I don’t think it’s about her shoulder.
Then I force her hips forward by pushing her ass up and holding her precisely where I want her to be.
I realize she probably thinks she needs a shower and that she believes she requires forward warning if I plan on going down on her, but that’s just stupid; it’s not like she’s just finished a marathon or anything. (Shae used to make that demand, and it took the spontaneity out of things.)
I’m aroused now, I can smell that she is too, and the musky female smell and taste she’s possessed of is intoxicating and I want her now.
I begin to devour her pussy, holding her hard against me so that she’s powerless to move away.
She relaxes into the position and her clit begins to tighten again as I lick and suck at it with my lips and tongue.
She’s moaning and losing herself to the feelings I’m creating for her, and it’s breathtaking that I have this power to do this for her; I feel my growling rumble in my chest. She’s surrendering herself in wanton abandonment, her hips are insistently moving against my mouth and I can taste her fresh arousal. I’m so inflamed my cock is twitching and straining to be used. I can feel the moisture on the head, announcing my readiness.
Isi is imminently close to coming. She’s moaning and keening so desperately that I decide it’s time to step up.
I push her hips back and I hear her gasp as her torturous bliss is taken away.
“I’m getting up,” I explain, “I want to be inside you when you come this time.”
“Oh.” she exhales, but she moves so I can shuffle up and sit with my back to the headboard.
“Hop on.” I request.
She straddles my lap once more, and facing me she positions herself over the top of where my hand is about to guide me inside of her.
She stares directly into my eyes as she settles on the head before slowly pushing down on me. She’s tight, but not painfully, because she’s also silky smooth and perfect. I feel her effort to slowly push me within her, inch by inch.
“Oh Isi, so good. You feel so fucking good.” I applaud.
She smiles, and then forces herself down the last length of my cock, so I can feel myself inside of her. I can feel her satin walls trembling since she’s forced me inside of her tightness. I can feel her adjusting to me, and I can sense her desperation to continue what we’ve started.
She leans forward while her pussy adjusts to my size and begins to kiss me. It’s so hot, because she’s not worried about her arousal on my mouth, which is another first for me. She allows me to devour her mouth as she does mine and it stimulates impossible desire within my body that I feel unable to contain.
I’m groaning loudly.
And then Isi begins to move perfectly, and I can’t help but cry into her mouth as she takes ownership of me.
“Silas, you feel so good inside me.” She says, releasing my mouth and dropping her head back and then biting her lip whilst emitting a keening moan.
I push up her breasts and begin to tease and suck on them. They’re perfect. They fit in my hands perfectly. I notice the right one has a dimpled wound underneath it, so I lick the wound and then lathe my tongue across her nipple before pulling it into my mouth. She’s moving more insistently now, and she’s about to climax; I can feel her pussy shuddering. I want more time, even though I could ejaculate right now. But I want to be inside her for longer. She feels so fucking amazing. I decide to encourage her orgasm and then continue towards my own.
“Come on Isi, come on my cock.” I whisper to her.
She moans and tilts her head so that she can look at me again. Her eyes are slightly glazed but very much alive with emotion, and her lips are apart. So sexy, and so exquisite.
“Come on, I want to know my cock made you feel good.” I encourage her.
“So good, oh!” She’s keening more and more, and I take over her thrusting, since she’s becoming uncoordinated due to her inability to use her left arm properly.
I lift her hips and brace her. And then I direct her hips to thrust down onto me by lifting her up and pulling her down on top of me.
“Oh, shit.” She laments forcefully.
“Come on Isi, look at me, come on me.” I plead.
She looks at me, directly in my eyes and I continue to force her onto me till her pussy convulses and she screams out, and then I need to change position or come myself.
I choose to change position, because I feel this immense ache to make love to her for longer, to be on top of her and watch her fracture underneath me as well.
I have no idea how I’m keeping my cock happy and yet preventing it from coming at the same time but I am, albeit barely.
I let Isi remain on my unspent cock for a moment while I kiss her softly, before I lift her off and ask her to lie down on her back. I roll over her, but I’m very careful not to bump her arm or shoulder, while I lever myself into position above her and lift her legs up and around my hips.
I ease myself into her pulsing pussy and begin to move inside her, being sure to take my weight, rest only my torso on her and being careful of any impact my forward thrusting into has on her shoulder. I lean my face down and cover her mouth with mine and begin to make love to her. I’m slow and methodical in my movements as I taste and devour her mouth in seductive and desperate kisses.
She’s building up again and this time I’m joining her. I groan into her mouth, growl in my throat and feel my heart thudding through my breastbone.
I’m no longer slowly thrusting inside of her, I can’t. The buildup is intense, consuming and completely overwhelming. I’m speeding up to give my cock the release it desires, and when I come, I holler my pleasure louder than I’ve ever managed before. She claims me completely.
My heart is hers.
My mind as well.
And she is mine.
***
“I have to call Paula.” Isi states.
She’s lying on the bed next to me, I’ve managed to drag a quilt over our spent bodies, and I’ve been contentedly holding her to me for the last 30 minutes.
“Okay, want to use my phone?”
“Do you have her number?”
“Ah, no.”
“That’s okay, I’ll go downstairs and grab my phone.” She says, pushing herself up.
“I’ll get it.” I offer, jumping up and getting out of the bed before her feet even hit the floor.
“Thanks.”
I smile at her as I grapple with pulling my boxers up and then run down the stairs, before returning with her handbag.
“Here.” I pass her bag to her.
“Thanks.”
She rifles through her bag and pulls out her phone.
“Shit, I’ve missed several phone calls.”
“Important numbers?” I ask, looking over her shoulder.
“Jean and Paula; and two from mom.” She says concerned.
“You better see what Jean and Paula’s calls are for.” I state, it’s a bit concerning to be hearing from both of them I think.
She begins by calling Jean first, and I get back up and fix the quilt over the bed
, before settling down beside her again.
“Jean?”
…
“When did he make bail?”
…
“A week ago?” She gasps, “Why didn’t I get notified?”
…
“How can it possibly be worse?”
…
“Yes, he’s here.”
…
“She wants to speak to you.” She says, handing me the phone.
I notice my breathing is harsh and my heart rate has spiked. I’m feeling a little sick.
“Hello Dr. Jensen.”
“Silas, can Isobelle stay with you?” She asks.
“Yes, she just agreed to move in with me. What’s this about?” I ask.
She sighs.
“First promise me that you’ll utilize your therapy and try not to stress too much.” she demands.
“I’ll try, but I can also tell you I’m already stressed.” I explain.
“Noted. Ethan made bail.” She begins.
“I gathered that, Isi is sitting here shaking like a leaf.”
“That will be the anxiety. Perhaps you can come over and I can give you some Valium for her.”
“I’ll ask her if she wants it; do you want some Valium?” I ask Isi.
She shakes her head.
“She doesn’t want it.”
“Damn. She might need to take it anyway. Ethan’s on the run.”
“He’s absconded?” I ask shocked.
Isi’s eyes are nearly bursting.
“It’s worse. He’s not even really Ethan.” She exhales noisily.
“He’s not Ethan?” I ask stupidly. Isi’s eyes close and she has her hand over her mouth as if she’s attempting to hold back her nausea.
“Fuck. I wish I didn’t have to tell you Silas. It seems we just get you both better and on track, only to face further drama. You’re both in for more serious shit.” she explains.
I’m ignoring that, my life has always been filled with one mountain of shit after another.
“How is it that Ethan is not Ethan?” I demand.
“He’s an impersonator.”
“And they didn’t find this out till now?”