Isaak: The Counterpunch Series Book 1

by K J Ellis

  “Isaak,” she pants, desperately.

  I know she wants me to fuck her raw and hard. “Patience’s baby,” I growl.

  Slipping a finger over her folds, up and then down, then up again stopping at her entrance, I push a single finger in her. She almost bucks herself off the bed. Wrapping my free arm under her leg, and over her hip, I splay my hand widely to hold her in place. Carrying on in my quest to make her feel good, I take her clit in my mouth while adding a second finger inside of her, stretching her wide ready to take me. Pumping my fingers, I feel her tighten, her silky inner walls clutching my fingers in their grasp.

  “Don’t cum until I say baby. I want to taste you as you cum on my tongue.” Rem looks down at me with fire in her eyes. “Isaak, I can't wait…I’m…I’m gonna…”

  Quickly withdrawing my fingers, I slip my tongue inside her just in time as she coats my mouth with her sweet juices, licking it all from her. Lifting up, and sitting back on my knees, I lean over, placing the fingers that are still wet from her into her mouth. She sucks and licks them clean without hesitation, moaning the whole time. letting my fingers go with a wet pop.

  “Isaak, I need you to fuck me.” She’s still breathless from her climax.

  Grabbing her ankles, I flip her over. “Get on your knees, baby.” I demand. Pushing herself up, she sticks her arse high, and I spank her hard but not enough to hurt her. Instantly, my hand print glows a pinky red. I can't stop the grunt that rises from deep within my chest.

  Rem looks over her shoulder at me. “Do it again, Isaak. Mark me as yours.”

  The primal need in me that wants to make her mine has me striking her again but the other cheek this time. She screams right back in pleasure. I want inside her so bad now I can’t wait much longer. My cock is painfully protruding towards her.

  Taking her hips in my hands, I line myself up and slam into her. It's rough, and I'm buried in her to the hilt. Gliding almost all the way out, I give her arse cheek another slap at the same time as I thrust into her again. She moans out my name again as I feel her climax on my dick. I will never tire of hearing her scream my name.

  I slow down my thrusts, letting her ride out her pleasure wave.

  When I feel her loosen her grip on me, I slide out of her, gently this time, flipping her over again. I'm ready to give her a third orgasm. Lining myself up with her pussy, I place the tip just at her opening. I glide into her, but something seems different as our eyes never leave each other. My strokes are slow and measured, graceful, as our hips ever so gently bump together.

  My heart swells and I realise I have to tell her.

  “Remme, baby.” I swallow and take a deep meaningful breath. “Baby, I love you.”

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Remme

  He glides in so slowly—almost painfully slow, never taking his eyes off me as he strokes my inner walls so lovingly. It's never been like this between us before: he’s always rough and fast-paced.

  This time, keeping the pace soft and gentle, his cheeks turn a shade darker. “Remme, baby.”

  I watch as his Adam’s apple bobs on a deep swallow. “Baby, I love you.”

  It’s on the tip of my tongue to utter it right back to him, but no matter how hard I try to force the words, nothing will come out of my mouth.

  Isaak stops in his stride. Just when I think he has taken my silence as a sign that I don’t reciprocate his feelings, he reaches up and unties the binding on my wrists.

  Bringing both arms down he rubs them, trying to bring the blood flow back to normal. He kisses the palms of both my hands and lets them go.

  “It’s okay, baby. You don't need to say anything. I just felt it and needed to tell you.”

  Reaching up to place my hands on his cheeks, I pull him down to me and kiss him with all I have. “Isaak, I love you, too.” I pepper his face in little kisses.

  “Baby, you mean that?” he questions, sounding so unsure. He’s still inside me, not moving, the ache between my legs unbearable. I need him to move before I combust.

  “Isaak, I have loved you for a while now, but I didn’t know how to tell you or even if you felt the same way,” I admit to him as I wiggle my hips.

  He starts to thrust into me again, still keeping the slow rhythm from before. This isn’t just sex. No. This is him making sweet love to me.

  “Remme, I don’t know what took me so long to see it. I knew there was something different between us that I hadn’t felt before, with anyone. I just couldn’t place what it was. Now, I know. I love you, Remme Rivers!” Rolling us both over still connected, I sit astride him and begin rotating my hips but keep the slow rhythm he had going from before. Isaak takes my breasts in his large hands, rolling each of my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, pinching them, sending a shockwave down to my pussy.

  I continue to rub myself on him as he sits up, sliding his hands around my back to support me, instantly taking my tight-budded nipple into his mouth. I let out a soft moan when he moves his hands down to my waist guiding my hips from his position. He grunts, and I feel him swell a little inside me.

  “Baby, I'm going cum. You there with me?”

  I nod frantically.

  Resting one hand on his shoulder, I slide the other down his hard chest past his delicious muscled V until I feel my clit. Still going at a snail's pace, I circle my nub of nerves in time with our rhythm.

  “Now baby,” he says, just as I feel him pull me close and hold me there, taking my mouth with his lips. I follow his lead and let go, tongues in a frenzy as they clash against each other, our breathing heavy and our moans mingling together. It's perfect as we ride each other’s wave of pleasure.

  Isaak lifts me off and places me on the bed next to him. He rolls off the side of the bed and leaves for the en-suite and I feel the loss of him straight away.

  I hear water running then he returns, lifting me up bridal style and giving me a peck to my nose before walking us to the bathroom. The huge jet bath is filling up with water, and a manly scent begins to fill the room.

  Placing me into the big round tub, he quickly gets in behind me, wrapping his huge arms around my waist and pulling me to his chest. He kisses my temple and whispers in my ear softly. “I love you so much, Remme.”

  My heart fills with pride. “And I, you. Everything has happened so fast, what do we do now?” I question, unsure of what we do next.

  “Now, we start making plans for the baby,” he responds. I can feel him grinning from behind me. He’d been so happy finding out I was carrying his child. I mean we were shocked of course but...

  “Move in with me?” He abruptly interrupts my thoughts.

  I spin around sharply to face him, the water splashing over the rim of the tub as I do so. We can’t have this conversation without looking at each other.

  “Isaak, you're just asking me that because of the baby. Nothing has to change, at least not yet anyway.” We have time to plan ahead and talk about things.

  “No, I’m asking you because I’m in love with you, Remme. I don't want to have to spend a minute apart from you if I don’t have to. I want you and our baby to live under the same roof as me.”

  He is looking so deep into my eyes I swear he just shot lasers from his and tattooed his name on my soul.

  “Remme, I know it seems like we’re moving at a fast pace, with finding out you're pregnant, me telling you I love you and then me asking you to move in with me.” Isaak exhales a long drawn out breath before continuing on. “But it seems...right, so perfect and so logical. Please... say yes, baby. Say you’ll move in with me?” His pleading eyes are my undoing; I can’t say no to this man any more than I can deny him the sex that my body always craves from him.

  My head is moving before my mouth has the chance to speak. “Okay,” I whisper. “I'll move in with you, Isaak, but you have to come with me to break the news to Spencer.” I giggle.

  My best friend only just found out about me and Is
aak having a baby together; he is going to get another shock when I tell him this. I know he will be happy for us but maybe a little disheartened at me not living there for much longer.

  “You got it, Sweetcheeks. When shall we tell him?” he says, eagerly.

  I can’t help the small chuckle that comes out of me. “I will ask him when he is free,” I tell him as I turn back around to lay flat on his chest again.

  “Or, how about we invite Spencer, Charlotte, Devon and the guys over here for some good food and a beer? Like a small housewarming—you know, kill two birds with one stone?” he suggests, in between nibbling my ear.

  “Sure, that would work, only Spence is more a Shirley Temple kind of drinker not a beer-drinking type, as you found out earlier.” I laugh.

  We get out of the bath, dry off and head straight back into bed not bothering to put on any sleepwear.

  Feeling my eyes grow heavy, I kiss Isaak one last time and get comfy on my side in the crook of his arm. He moves his position instantly, wrapping his free arm around my naked belly to form a spooning pose.

  “I love you, Remme,” he whispers lovingly in my ear.

  “I love you too, Isaak,” I say honestly, sleep now laced in my voice.

  Feeling his warm breath skate across my neck, at this moment in time, everything feels right in the world.

  Waking up to the most unpleasant noise ever, is not my idea of fun. Opening up my bleary eyes just the smallest amount, I try to gather my bearings. I soon realise the annoying sound is my phone ringing incessantly from the nightstand.

  Quickly coming to my senses, I slide out of Isaak’s hold taking note of how mighty fine he’s looking. His naked torso is on display for my eyes only, and the sheet just about covers the semi he is sporting.

  My mouth waters in anticipation, just thinking about how I could wake him up.

  Grabbing the phone, it stops ringing in my hand. Oh well, if it’s important they will call back. I should check to see who it is, but I have better ideas. Like what I can do for Isaak and his morning erection. I place my phone back down on the nightstand.

  Crawling over to where he is still in a deep slumber, I put my plan into action. Licking my lips, I remove the sheet gently to uncover the holy grail. Leaning down a little more, I peek my tongue out and lick the tip of his huge cock. Feeling him grow with every swipe of my tongue spurs me on even more. Peeking up at Isaak's face allows me to see that I've woken him up. His eyes may be closed still, but his features tell me he likes what I’ve started.

  Taking the base of his girth in my hand, he stands proud. I wrap my lips around the head and start to move my hand up and down his shaft.

  I’m just finding a happy rhythm when my phone wails once more.

  “You have got to be fucking kidding me.” He lets rip the most powerful roar I have ever heard.

  Snickering at his outburst, I let go of him and once again reach for the offending item. “Hello, Remme Rivers,” I say not looking at who the call is from, to busy laughing at the frustration on Isaak’s face. Feeling the bed dip, I turn my head and watch as Isaak sulks off to the en-suite, butt ass naked, causing me to let slip a tiny squeak from the back of my throat.

  Damn that man is something else.

  Putting my mind back to the call just in time to hear that it's Rachel, panic takes over my senses—all of them now on high alert.

  “Rachel, so good to hear from you. What can I do for you?” I politely question.

  I spend the next ten minutes of the call-in shock, mostly, not knowing what to say or do until I speak with Isaak about it. After all, it’s not just myself I have to think about anymore.

  Hanging up the phone in a daze, I haven’t noticed Isaak is back in the room with me, until I feel him start rubbing my back in soothing circles.

  “What is it Rem?”

  Turning myself around to face him, I try to find a way to tell him everything. “That was Rachel from work. The board has finally made their decision. I can return to work whenever I’m ready,” I say quietly, picking at some imaginary lint from the sheet on the bed.

  “Okay, so you were cleared of any wrong-doing right?”

  “Technically, no. I wasn’t. Rachel said the board doesn't want to take the matter further as there is nothing in the rulebook that says what I did was legally wrong, so to speak. However, the real reason is them getting unwanted attention from the media. Reporters at the door stopping patients from entering. Rachel has said it’s getting out of hand,” I explain.

  “So, what's the deal? You just rock up there again and start working like they didn’t toss you aside?” Anger comes off of him in waves.

  “Honestly, I don’t know. You’ve already been taken off the company books when Kenny hired me. I don’t want to have to give that up; I like working with you. Plus, there is the fact I’m now carrying Peanut.” I smile weakly.

  “What if you didn’t go back, Rem? What if you continued on with me up until the fight? By then, you will be on maternity leave anyway and due to give birth.”

  I ponder over what he’s saying, before Isaak speaks again.

  “If you're thinking of the financial implications you don’t have to worry: you're already moving in. The house is paid for. It's only bills, which I have already covered.” I can see what he is saying, and it all makes perfect sense to me, but I draw the line at him helping financially.

  “Isaak, I can pay my own way. I live a simple life, so I have savings plus working privately with you brings in a bigger wage than what I was getting at Proflex,” I tell him.

  “So, what's stopping you?”

  I think about that for a minute. What is stopping me from saying yes? A big fat nothing, that’s what.

  “Okay, but I still want to keep the baby hush for now,” I say, grinning from ear to ear. Moving his body, a little closer to mine, he places a kiss on my tummy.

  “You hear that, little Peanut? Mummy is moving in with Daddy and she quit her old job.”

  I give him a little swat to the head, chuckling at his silliness.

  “How about I get dressed and make us pancakes,” I say, but Isaak somehow manoeuvres me so I’m between his legs just like before.

  “How about we try that wakeup call again?” He smirks.

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Isaak

  I round the corner from the bathroom and abruptly stop in the doorway of the open-plan kitchen area. Remme’s dancing around the kitchen with pancake mix everywhere, and I mean absolutely everywhere.

  She’s wearing one of my T-shirts that barely covers her arse cheeks and I have to say, she looks fucking smoking in my clothes. I lean my hip on the doorframe and get myself comfy, folding my arms over my chest and crossing one ankle over the other. She doesn’t even notice me watching her enjoying the show she’s putting on.

  She really starts going for it then, singing her pretty little heart out to Lionel Richie’s ‘All Night Long.’ She rotates and sways her hips to the beat, whilst she adds the finishing touches to the pancakes.

  She spins around, jumping in fright and almost dropping the plates when she sees me blatantly studying her. She quickly places them down on the breakfast bar in front of her.

  “You scared the life out of me.” She slams her hand against her chest.

  “Sorry, I was just enjoying the show.” I smirk as I push myself from the woodwork and stalk towards her like a predator about to catch his next prey. “I could get used to this,” I tell her, picking her up at the waist and sitting her on top of the work counter where she’s been happily working away.

  “Isaak…” She chuckles as she grabs a hold of my shoulders to steady herself.

  “You’ve missed a bit,” I say. Leaning towards her, I lick the pancake mix from her chin and cheek. She lets out a petite whisper of a moan, so I carry on, moving to her lips, where the batter there makes it clear she’s been tasting it as she’s been making the pancakes. I lick her bottom lip t
enderly at first then repeat the same action on her top one, licking the seam as I kiss her attentively.

  “Isaak…I…I…need,” she stutters in between my kisses.

  “What do you want, baby?” I say, full of seduction and in a manly growl—just the way she likes it.

  “You, Isaak. I need you.”

  “Your wish is my command.” Pulling her down from the countertop, I spin her around and bend her over the place she just vacated. She spreads her arms out to steady herself while I make short work of freeing myself, then lifting up the shirt she is wearing, taking a mouth-watering, long look at what's on show for me before placing my hands on her hips.

  “Isaak, I don’t want sweet and gentle. I want to feel you; I want you to fuck me, hard,” she says breathlessly.

  Letting go of her hips, I line myself up while wrapping my hand around her ponytail, brutally pounding into her, and making sure each time I’m buried so deep inside her that she has no choice but to scream my name. There is no foreplay needed. She is ready for me. Hearing Remme during our rendezvous is the most erotic sound in the world; I will never get enough of this woman.

  “Isaak,” she pants loudly. “Isaak, I'm…”

  I cut her sentence short with two final thrusts. Letting go of her hair, I wrap my arms around her waist when I feel her legs start to shake uncontrollably. They won’t hold her up long enough to ride out her orgasm, that I’m certain of.

  Once we both come down from the natural high, we’ve created, I spot the time and pull out of her.

  “Let’s go get cleaned up. We’ve got to be at the gym in an hour. Owen will try to kick my arse if I’m late.”

  We grab the now, freezing cold pancakes and make our way up to our room.

  Pulling into a parking space at the gym feels so good. It’s been a few days since the ‘accident’ as Remme keeps calling it. Personally, what Shantel did to her I would call it ABH. It’s a serious offence, but as this is Shantel’s first offence, the police have said she will only get a warning anyway. Remme has decided to just get an injunction out on her, meaning she can't come within one hundred feet of us.