CHAPTER 10: Mason

I looked at her words and then looked around my apartment. Isabelle was alone and inviting me to her apartment and there was no reason to say no to her. I could still taste her sweet lips and I loosened the tie around my neck and smiled. We could just eat and talk and I didn’t need to sleep with her tonight.

I grabbed my keys and headed over to her place, noting that it wasn’t the best complex in town. It also wasn’t the worst. I parked near her car in an uncovered spot, getting out and walking towards the building where she was located.

I looked at the doors on either side, wondering which one was the neighbor watching her daughter. I’d never been involved with someone with a kid before and knocked gently as I listened to steps approaching the door. It opened and Isabelle smiled at me as she looked out. “Hi. Come in. She’s still sleeping.”

“Thanks,” I told her as I walked inside the small living room and looked around.

“I started eating out of the cartons, so you can start with the ones I set aside.” She gave me a rueful smile as she walked towards the table to sit down. She was nervous, and I watched her stir something in a white box before looking at me. “I don’t know how to act. It’s been a long time for me.”

“How long?” I asked as I realized she was wearing the same clothes, just barefoot now. I walked towards the table and took the fork that she gestured to. There were some sodas on the table and I reached for one as she smiled.

“I haven’t… dated since Kendra was born. I was so busy going to school and just keeping ahead of that and dealing with the fact that her dad wasn’t around.” She frowned as I watched her, clearly upset.

“He didn’t want her?” I asked as Isabelle shrugged.

“He didn’t want me. I never even told him about her because he was off to college. It was easier that way and my family saved me.” She finally took a bite, and I nodded as I reached for one of the containers closest to me. I opened it to find my favorite kind of noodles and offered her some as she shook her head. “Please enjoy it. This was so sweet of you.”

“It’s nothing. I want to do as much as I can for you,” I assured her as Isabelle smiled at me. “I don’t expect anything in return.”

“Look at you. Of course, you do. You can probably get anything that you want from a woman, Mason. I am not that experienced and I have no idea what to do, apart from save my job. It is a big help for us.” She spoke slowly, and I caught the urgency in her voice.

“I haven’t dated anyone too seriously in a few years myself, Isabelle. I’ve been focused on work so much and meeting you was like a shock to me. I know there are rules at work but we can keep this to ourselves and deal with it if this lasts, like I think it might.” She gave me a scared look, and I held up my hand.

“No pressure. Just relax. Eat. Talk to me. Let yourself just be in the moment.” I knew what she was experiencing, and we ate together, slowly starting to talk about our interests.

We finished eating, and I helped her put the food in the fridge, listening for her phone the entire time. We made our way to the couch and sat down as she turned on the TV, clearing her throat nervously. I watched her shifting in her seat, taking in the curve of her neck and the way her breasts pressed against her shirt. I loved her curves, and she looked at me with a small smile as she leaned closer to me. “I want to kiss you again.” I let her take the initiative this time and felt her press her lips lightly to my mouth. Isabelle groaned at the heat between us and I let her guide things, not sure what she wanted from this.

The moment that her lips parted for me, I kissed her harder. I couldn’t help myself and pulled her closer to me as our tongues danced together. It was rough and needy and I slipped my hand down to her hip as she moaned against me. I moved my lips down her jaw and neck, smelling a sweet cherry scent that I breathed in. “Your scent is the best thing I have ever smelled. What is it?”

“Just a cheap scent made from oils that I got addicted to back home. This one is cherry blossom” Isabelle told me as I drew her skin between my teeth. “No marks, okay?” I realized that her daughter would be old enough to ask questions, and I let her skin go and kept kissing her skin.

I looked down at the button to her blouse, longing to open it and free her nipples. I wanted to taste her entire body and kissed her neck again as I forced myself to calm down. Isabelle pulled away and looked at me with hungry eyes before she kissed me again. Her mouth nipped at mine as I held her, wanting more as I felt her hand sliding up my chest. She worked a button loose, and I groaned as her hand touched the skin of my neck. “Isabelle,” I choked out as she pulled away and kept unbuttoning the shirt.

“I want to touch you. I haven’t touched anyone for so long,” she told me, sliding both hands up my bare chest as I sucked in my breath. “Why do you even want me? Why are you risking your job for me?”

“I have no idea. I felt something the moment that I met you. I’ll sort the job thing out and you won’t lose your income. I can see that you try hard to make this a home for Kendra.” I glanced around, seeing photos on the wall and placed on shelves. The little girl had dark hair, and she was beautiful. She looked happy. “I promise that nothing will happen. I’ll line up another job for you if need be.”

Isabelle answered me with another kiss and I returned her passion as she traced my skin with her fingers. I moved mine down her neck, moving slowly towards her shirt as I waited for a signal of what to do next. Isabelle reached down and loosened her first button, telling me to get it off. We worked together, and she shrugged it off as she shifted on the couch in her tight skirt. “I won’t do anything if you take that off. You look uncomfortable,” I whispered before kissing under her ear and feeling her moving underneath me.

Isabelle was down to her bra and underwear and I looked her over in the light from the kitchen. She was curvy and gorgeous and I leaned in to kiss her mouth again. My hands wandered over her skin, unhooking the bra and letting her spill into my hands. I stroked her pert nipples as she shuddered under me, making my cock harder as I kissed her deeply.

Before too long, I was bent over Isabelle and sucking on one nipple while I played with the other with my hand. I wanted her so badly and judging from the noises that she made, Isabelle felt the same way. I stopped holding back and pressed against her, her legs spread before me as she cried out. We moved together, my body ready for her as I bit down on her nipple and smiled when she cried out my name. I looked up at her as I moved further down her body, kissing her stomach and inhaling the musky scent of her desire. I slowed down, knowing that it had been a while for her as I slipped my hand over her cotton panties. Isabelle stilled as I pressed gently against her, feeling the intensity of the moment as she closed her eyes.

I stroked her after she seemed to relax, over the soaking cloth. I could feel her clit and centered my fingers over that as I watched her face. Isabelle’s breathing became labored as her legs dropped apart for me and I watched her trembling as she let out a soft moan, coming for me. I reached under the material as she dropped back, feeling her warmth as I circled her clit again.