Zane
Isabella was a wildcat, all right. I only had to get her inside before she practically threw herself at me. It was the hottest night I’d had in a long time. Isabella had a fantastic, tight pussy and she’d gotten so wet for me; it had been like a dream. She made the sexiest little whimpering cries when I was eating her that I had to stop or else I would have come before even sticking my cock inside of her. No doubt about it, she’d been a fantastic lay. I was glad I’d picked her up from the restaurant.
After our first fuck, we lay around in bed. Isabella’s stomach grumbled and I took her down to the kitchen and heated up some of the leftover lasagna I’d had from family dinner over the weekend. I could tell Isabella thought it was intimate, to eat with me in the middle of the night. But she was going to find out sooner or later I didn’t want her to stick around. No matter how great a woman was, I never wanted her there in the morning.
Still, that didn’t stop me from fucking her twice when we got back to bed. The second time was slower, more intense than our first had been. Isabella and I spooned, with my arm wrapped around her and pulling her up and down on my cock. I’d come almost instantly when she looked up at me with her wet blue eyes. She was so sexy I couldn’t stand it. I’d never been with a woman who pushed all my buttons the way she did.
The second time happened just as we were falling asleep.
“What’s your secret fantasy?” I asked her in the dark. I expected some answer about some rich asshole, or something stereotypical. But instead she sighed.
“No one’s ever asked me that before,” she said softly in her deep voice. “It’s embarrassing.” She coughed and I could tell she was blushing harder than ever.
“Try me. Trust me, I’ve heard some weird shit.”
There was a silence. I could tell she was blushing, even though it was dark in the room. After a few seconds, she began to speak.
“My fantasy starts with me going to the doctor’s office,” she said softly. “And he inspects me everywhere. He has me get naked and get on my knees and blindfolds me, and walks around looking at every single part of my body.” Her voice turned slightly husky and I knew she was turning herself on. “And I can’t touch him; my hands are in cuffs at the sides of the table,” Isabella added. “By the time I feel his hands on my body, pleasuring me, I’m not actually sure if it’s the same doctor who saw me in. It could be anyone; it could be a total stranger. But they know exactly how to touch me, and before I know it, I’m coming.” She paused and took a deep breath. “That’s my fantasy. Obviously, I’d never want it to happen, but…” She sighed again. “I bet you think I’m really fucked up, don’t you?”
I chuckled. “I don’t think you’re fucked up at all,” I told her. “That was really hot.” My cock had sprung to life listening to Isabella talk about how she wanted some fuckin’ creep of a doctor to feel her up. But when I felt her soft hand on my thigh, I forgot all about her fantasy.
Turning towards her, I crawled on top of her and pushed her legs apart, lowering myself between them and thrusting until she was hoarse and crying out with the force her own orgasm. We were slick with sweat and panting hard when it was all over.
I couldn’t believe it, but I’d actually let her fall asleep in my bed. It had been years since I’d let a woman spend the night. Most of the time, it was wham bam, thank you, ma’am. But not Isabella. The sex had been incredible and tiring, and afterwards I was feeling so tired that I’d just let her drift off. I didn’t even wake up once — that was how wiped out I felt after fucking Isabella Bianchi raw.
Incredible.
In the light of the morning, I regretted my decision a little bit. Isabella reached for me when she woke up. I gently pushed her away and climbed out of bed. When she turned to me, I noticed she was wearing a slightly hurt expression.
“I need a shower,” I said as I walked into the bathroom and turned on the hot water.
I’d only been inside for a few seconds when I heard the door open and Isabella slipped inside. She was naked, and my mouth watered at the sight of her perfect, luscious breasts swinging from side to side. Her skin was perfectly pale and I could see the faint imprint of a bikini top around her breasts. Lust tore through me and it took everything I had not to sink to my knees and take one of her perfect, pink nipples into my mouth and suck until she was begging me to fuck her.
“Can I shower with you?” Isabella pouted at me and stuck her lower lip out.
There were three hickeys on her neck — vicious-looking black and yellow bruises. I grinned. I loved leaving my mark on a girl.
I shook my head. “Sorry,” I said in an irritated voice. “I need to be alone in the shower.”
Isabella looked hurt again but she left the bathroom. By the time I was done, she was sitting on the bed, fully dressed. The way her blouse squeezed her breasts together was tempting; I felt my cock stirring just from looking at her. She gave me a coy little smile when she realized how I was staring and I had to force myself to look away. No, no matter how tempting Isabella was, I wasn’t going to fuck her again. That would be breaking two of my rules in a single day and I couldn’t have that happen. I’d already let her spend the night. I didn’t want her getting any ideas about the future. Even though she looked more fuckable than ever, I had to resist. My cock twitched in anger when I told it to behave. My appetite for that girl isn’t even close to sated, I thought miraculously. It was like a fucking miracle; most of the time, all a girl had to do was look at me after I’d fucked her before I wanted her to leave. But Isabella was different. The way she stared at me was making me hot all over again, and I knew if I didn’t kick her out quickly, she’d be harder than ever to rid myself of.
“I need to get going,” I said as I dropped the towel from my hips and walked across the room naked. I didn’t look back at Isabella but I could feel her eyes on my body. “You can see yourself out.”
“Oh,” Isabella said. She stood up and stared at me for so long that I turned around to look back at her.
I could tell she wanted to ask me if something had changed, or if something had happened, but I wasn’t going to give her any excuses. I didn’t want her to get any ideas about what was going on between us — absolutely nothing.
Isabella gathered her things with excruciating slowness. I watched as she tugged on her heels and slipped the flat shoes into her worn leather bag. She looked up at me again.
Didn’t you get the hint, honey? I don’t want you here anymore. And no, I’m not going to ask you to stay for coffee.
Isabella sighed slowly and walked downstairs. I listened to the sound of her heels clicking against my marble staircase. When she got to the door, I could tell she was hesitating for a second. But after a few moments, the door opened and closed resolutely behind her. When I walked to the windows and peeked through the blinds, she was standing on the curb, playing with her phone.
My head was aching. I pulled a pair of pajama pants on and trudged downstairs, going through the rote motions of making coffee. For some reason, I felt less elated than usual after a night of great sex. I had a routine after women left: I’d take a drink and go to bed. But since Isabella had stayed the night, I decided I needed a new routine. Just in case this ever accidentally happened again.
I made myself a bowl of cereal and sat down on the couch. From outside, I heard the squeal of tires. By the time I’d walked over to the window and looked out, Isabella had climbed inside the cab. I saw her blue eyes one more time, looking back towards the house, as if she still believed I was going to ask her to stay. Poor girl. I could tell she wasn’t used to having a lot of one-night stands. I didn’t like hurting women, but I wasn’t going let some blonde chick push me around, no matter how good a fuck she’d been.
She’d been a great lay, all right. But now it was over, and it was time to get back to real life.