“Sweet talk and soft voices often give women ideas. I know you, Via, I don’t want you to get the notion this will be gentle. We have time for that, but right now I’m not that guy. In about twenty seconds, you’re going to be bent over this table, and I’m going to fuck you like a savage who hasn’t had pussy for years.”
I gasp, my mouth dropping open. “Why? You’ve had pussy recently,” I state, sure of my statement.
“Not yours,” he snaps back at me, his hot breath like a shot into my ear.
“Isaac?” My emotions are warring. I feel like an animal in heat ready for him, and I so desperately want him between my thighs right now. But at the same time, I know he’s always held my heart in a vice and depending on his words, he could loosen the hold, allowing it to beat once more… or he could strangle what little life it has left. I’ve avoided him, but I knew it would come to this. I knew.
“I could have a million women, but they’d never be you.” Although his words are affectionate, his tone’s sharp, exposing his need for me. As his hand travels down my ribs, his fingertips hit my hipbone before slipping into my knickers and finding my centre wet and waiting. I know the need I have for him is stronger, so much stronger than the little control I’m desperately holding onto, a control I’m barely able to maintain over my body whenever Isaac James is around.
He’s always been the one leading, and I’ve always followed him anywhere he’s asked. This man, even when he was a boy, could command everything and everyone. I never stood a chance back then, and I still don’t now, no matter how hard I try. Each time he left while he was in the Army, I convinced myself I could walk away from him. That when he returned, I’d be more in control, that I would find someone else and move on with my life. Then all my grand ideas washed away like old bath water every time he came home. My heart has always belonged to him, and it seems my body does, too.
With his fingers still inside me, Isaac slips his other arm across my breasts and lifts me, taking two steps until we’re standing facing the desk lengthways. With one hand, he lifts my arms up and pulls my top off, then shifts my body forward while pulling his fingers from my folds. Instantly I feel the loss. His hand moves away from my breasts and journeys around to my back pushing me over the table until my front is flush against the cold surface.
Isaac runs both thumbs along my spine. “Such a beautiful body,” he murmurs pulling my loose dance skirt down my legs along with my knickers. Without thinking, I kick away the clothes now at my feet keeping my stilettos on. His hands are like reflections of each other as they run up the backs of my legs until he palms both my arse cheeks. “This is going to be hard. I need to fuck you right now, Via. That need is the only thing I can feel, I can’t promise to be gentle.”
“Isaac…” His name comes out in a whimper as I hear rustling, he must be pulling his joggers and t-shirt off.
“Brace yourself,” he warns.
Even with his warning, I still convulse with surprise as he lifts my legs off the floor.
“Stretch your arms apart and grip the sides of the table,” he demands.
I do as he says, my breasts squashing against the desk. His hands once again move up my legs until he’s clutching my thighs. He stretches my legs apart, and I hear a low groan rumble from him.
“Fuck,” he growls.
I’m still thinking of his last word when I feel the tip of him nudging me apart. He hasn’t even entered me yet and still, I can’t help but close my eyes, biting my bottom lip with arousal.
Excruciatingly slowly Isaac pushes inside me, filling me as I adjust to him. It’s almost magical. I’ve had lots of sex, but I’ve never had sex in this way. The position opens up a whole world of new feelings, and as he seats himself inside me fully, I want him to stay there forever. Filling me, fucking me, owning me… loving me.
Isaac has no constant rhythm. He’s slow, then fast, hard then soft—it’s delicious. Every movement Isaac makes feels precise like it’s been selected especially for me, to accomplish a never ending frenzy of sensations with pleasure leading my ecstasy. Circling his hips, his dick hits just the right spot. At the same time, he leans over me and bites down on my shoulder. I explode. I can feel myself pulsing around him. Isaac moves back pulling my hair out of the way and kissing along my neck and down my spine. I thought he was fucking me hard before, but as soon as my clit stops vibrating, Isaac steps up a level and slams into me. I can hear our bodies slapping against each other and something that has never happened to me before finally happens. I come again at the same time he roars out his release but he doesn’t stop moving inside me.
The minutes rush by and my body falls deliciously limp.
Isaac leans forward fitting his body to mine and whispers in my ear, “Your body knows I’m in love with you, but do you know it, too, Via?”
His body is still attached to mine, and my heart is still attached to his.
“Yes. I know it, Isaac.”
“Fucking finally.” He breathes in my ear.
ISAAC
“One more job.”
My shoulders tense as Doreen studies me. This is
