C H A P T E R E I G H T
Adam
After cleaning up dinner, I head to my room alone. I need to devise a plan on how to get Isabel more comfortable with me. It’s becoming harder to control myself around her, but it’s the least I can do given her current circumstances. There has to be a way to show her how much I want her, without shoving my tongue down her throat every time I see her.
Suddenly there is a soft knock on my door, and before I am even able to say come in, my door opens. Isabel quickly steps in, wearing only a long shirt, and shuts the door.
I don’t think I have the strength to turn her away again.
“What can I do for you, love?” I really need to stop doing that.
While looking at the floor, I hear her mumble something. I lean forward, straining to hear her with no luck.
“I’m sorry Isabel, but I need you to speak louder.”
Suddenly, her head snaps up, and for the first time in weeks, she looks me in the eyes.
“I want you. I want you to touch me,” she says. “I’ve never wanted anything so much. I want to know what it’s like to feel pleasure,” she whispers, hesitation evident in her eyes.
“I can help you with that.” I smile as I position her in front of my bed.
Capturing her lips with mine, I feel her release a shuddering breath as she surrenders to me. I trace her bottom lip with my tongue as my hands roam across her milky skin. My hand travels down her thigh to slide back up under the shirt she stole from me.
No panties?
I feel goosebumps begin to erupt across her skin.
And she shaves? Sweet Jesus!
After placing a chaste kiss on her lips, I lean forward, urging her to sit and begin crawling on the bed after her.
She’s trembling
“You okay?” I say gently as I caress her cheek.
“I think so,” she says breathlessly.
She slides her hands up my chest and around my neck to pull my lips back down to hers. Using one arm to keep myself propped up, I use the other to lift my shirt to see her breasts with their tight dark nipples. They are just begging to be licked, nipped, and sucked.
Who am I to argue?
Locking eyes with hers, I bend down to suckle her nipple lightly, the flavor of her skin causes me to moan, while my hand caresses her other breast. She begins to relax as I nip lightly, then suck the peak into my mouth. I inhale the warm vanilla scent that seems to come from her chest before moving to tease her other breast in the same way. I kiss my way further down her body, nipping here and there along the way, taking in the soft flesh of her stomach until I reach her pussy. Slowly, carefully, I part her lower lips and lick her. I try not to devour her like a starving man, but it takes all my self-control to go slowly. Isabel gasps in surprise from the unexpected sensation.
“Adam…” she whimpers.
“Yes?” I respond, softly rubbing her clit with my fingers.
“I’m trying not to be, but I’m scared,” she says softly, her hips moving, not knowing whether to get closer or pull away from my hand.
“I know you are, baby girl. Do you want me to stop?” I ask, looking up at her from between her thighs. I will have a serious case of blue balls, but I’ll stop if she tells me too.
With a hesitant smile on her lips, she shakes her head ‘no.’
“That’s my girl,” I say with a wink.
I lower my head again, licking and sucking her clit into my mouth. Her gasps and moans of surprise and pleasure make me feel like a sex God. I desperately try to follow her movements as she jerks her hips off the mattress. I enter one finger into her and her hips crash back to the bed. I easily move my finger in and out of her since she’s drenched.
Isabel’s cries of pleasure encourage me to add a second finger to her dripping folds, taking her pleasure higher. A low growl emanates from my throat as her cries change, signaling that she’s close to ecstasy. The feel of her skin heating around me makes me impossibly hard. I have to grind my dick into the bed to get some relief. She begins to convulse around my fingers, her thighs squeezing my head before she throws her head back and cries my name.
I have never seen anything more beautiful.
Once she comes back down from her high, I pull back, wiping my mouth on my shirt. I can’t help the smug look that crosses my face as I crawl back up her body, letting her feel some of my weight, my cock pressing against her hip.
“How was that, love?” I ask with the smirk still on my lips.
“Is it always like that? I want to do that again,” she says between gulps of breath.
Isabel
My heart is pounding in my chest, and my breathing is rapid. I never knew anything could be like that, could feel that good. I feel Adam pull away from me, both physically and emotionally.
“What’s wrong?” I ask him.
He won’t look at me; he is looking at anything but me. I feel exposed, vulnerable. Sitting up, I try to cover myself, but can’t find my shirt.
“Isabel, I think we should stop,” he says, adjusting himself. “You’re a beautiful woman, and I want nothing more than to sink into you, but I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
His words slice through me as ice forms in my veins.
What did I do wrong? Why doesn’t he want me?
Tears start to fall down my cheeks as he hands me my shirt, adjusting himself again.
“Please don’t cry,” he says, wrapping his arms around my huddled form.
“Good night, Dr. Patterson,” I say to him as I pull out of his arms and slip my shirt on.
“Wait, Isabel, please,” I don’t stop to listen to his excuses.
Returning to the room I share with Sophie, I close the door and lean against it. I don’t understand what happened.
Why did he push me away? He enjoys hurting me as much as Jason did. Adam just uses different means to accomplish it.
Adam
FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
I try to catch her before she can get to her bedroom door, but she is in with the door locked before I can reach it. She is lucky that Sophie is in there or I would be banging on it like a lunatic.
“Isabel, please let me explain,” I beg through the door.
I can hear her sobbing quietly through the door, I lean my head on the door as I continue to speak,
“Isabel, please. I have never wanted anyone more than I want you right this very moment. You are beautiful, inside and out, but I don’t want to hurt you. I want our first time together to be perfect and free of regret. I want for you to want me as much as I want you. Not just because you feel like you have to repay me for helping you.”
Suddenly the door flies open, and I barely have time to brace myself on the door frame to stop from falling in. Once I regain my balance, I look up to see her standing in the doorway, eyes ablaze with anger and splotchy skin obviously from crying. I reach out to place my hand on her cheek, but she steps away. She tries to slam the door in my face, but I quickly place my foot in the way before it is shut entirely. Isabel then uses the door as a shield, as if I am going to harm her in some way.
“Isabel, what’s wrong?” I ask confused.
“What’s wrong? I will tell you what is wrong. I came to you, to share with you something that I have never shared with ANYONE before. A part of myself that no one has ever seen, but you decided that it was not good enough. That my decision was NOT MINE to make. YOU THOUGHT that you knew what was best for me instead of ASKING me what I WANTED.”
“Isabel, I’m sorry. Truly, I am. I’m just trying to do right by you and Sophie…” My words are cut off with the slam of the door in my face.
I can’t help but look at the door in shock. She then cracks the door enough for me to hear her speak.
“I apologize for slamming the door in your face. I am one that understands that you should never do anything in anger, but you will not bring MY DAUGHTER into this. This is about the two of us and your inability to see me as something more than a victim. I am a woman with my own thoughts and feelings. I tried to share them with you today, but you chose to ignore them.”
I can hear her breath catch as she begins to cry, I want to push the door open and wrap her in my arms, but I know I am the last person she would accept comfort from.
“Love, I promise that was not my intention. Words can’t express how much both of you mean to me.”
“Adam, I hear what you are saying, I really do. But all the sweet words in the world mean nothing if your actions don’t back them up. Good night, Dr. Patterson.”
With that final statement, she closes the door and possibly any chance I have of winning her heart.