*^*A Taste of Honey*^* ~ SoapyMayhem
"Good luck with
that."
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Chapter 22 Touch
**Edward
Cullen**
A feeling of loneliness, something I'd hadn't felt in a month, settled
in as I awoke the night after the disastrous dinner. The whole evening had been
bitter-sweet and would have been perfect had it not been for Tanya.
I had no idea what she told Isabella, and after waking up alone for the
first time in a month, I was more than a little worried.
"Isabella," I called out to the empty room, not expecting an
answer.
Nothing.
I slipped on a pair of cotton sleep pants and some socks, so I could
look around for my baby girl. My chest ached at the thought that she might be
upset or uncertain about her feelings after Tanya had most likely filled her
mind with poisonous thoughts.
The first room I looked in was the office, assuming she might be painting,
but the mural was covered and her brushes were dry. I frowned to myself.
"Isabella?" I called again, and still heard nothing.
I was about to try a different tactic and call out for Alice when I
remembered she would be working today, getting geared up for some charity
fashion show she was hosting next week.
If it wasn't that show it was the wedding. She and Jasper had finally
set the date and would be getting married at the end of September. I'd even
offered to let them have it on the estate since Isabella would be returning to
school and I'd need the distraction from the loneliness I was going to feel
when she left.
Fuck.
If it was even a fraction of the way it felt waking up without her
beside me, it was going to be brutal when she actually moved out.
I scrubbed my hand over my face roughly, grimacing when I felt the
stubble that had grown in overnight. I recently started having Isabella shave
me first thing in the morning as part of our daily routine. Being so close to
her as she stood between my legs, letting the razor glide over my skin, was
often a highly erotic experience and usually had us so worked up we'd end up
returning to bed - sometimes with my face still half-covered in shaving cream.
Those morning shaves were another thing I would miss when she was gone -
as if missing her while she was still living here wasn't bad enough.
"Isabella?" I called out one more time as I entered the
kitchen, trying not to sound like a petulant little boy who'd lost his favorite
toy.
Isabella had thoroughly spoiled me.
Taking in my surroundings, I noticed none of the usual smells of bacon
and eggs or pancakes and fresh fruit that normally permeated the room, not even
coffee which Isabella usually made while I went for my morning jog.
Abruptly, a noise from out back caught my attention - a rather loud
splash.
I poked my head out the door and caught sight of Isabella in her sexiest
bikini as she climbed out of the pool. She shivered a little before climbing up
the ladder to the diving board. I resisted the urge to call out to her as she
bounced on the board once and dived in beautifully.
I was by no means a diving expert, but to me, her dive was perfect.
She climbed out of the pool again, and this time she noticed me watching
her, and she waited patiently as I approached her.
We exchanged pleasantries, though the tension between us was palpable.
In the back of my mind, I knew we needed to talk about what happened at dinner
the night before, but my baby girl was just too irresistible. Everything about her
seemed to intoxicate me. So, it wasn't long before she had us both standing
naked on the patio with me all worked up, groping her like the horny bastard
that I was.
Using my height to my advantage, I let my gaze travel down her back,
keeping my eyes fixated on the shimmering beads of water that slid down her
silky, pale skin. My fingertips itched to follow the downward trail as each
drop slowed over the swell over her perfect ass.
I had no reason to deny myself…
Without further thought, I slid my hands down her back and grabbed her
ass the way I wanted, spreading her cheeks apart, imagining my cock sliding
into her tight ass.
Soon…
"I need you…" I whispered against the dripping strands of her
dark hair, my fingers seeking that tight, soaked entrance, slipping them
inside, making her moan and shiver. I wasn't certain if it was only my touch
that affected her or the slight breeze that swirled around us - maybe a little
of both "…to get back in the pool."
At those words, I removed my fingers, holding them to my side with an
air of finality. She wouldn't question it. She knew I loved to tease.
Frustrated, she huffed at me, making me smirk at her predicament. That
didn't last long because the next thing I knew, she was quickly bending over to
kiss the pierced head of my swollen cock, only to turn around and do a
cannonball into the pool.
I simply stood there dumbfounded for a moment.
Only when her head bobbed up from below the surface of the water so she
could laugh at my incredulous expression did I snap out of it.
"Isabella, you really shouldn't have done that," I growled
dangerously low, making her giggle and dive back underwater.
Following her lead, I took a run and jump, wrapping my arms around my
legs the way I had as a kid - knowing that position would achieve maximum water
displacement, resulting in an enormous splash.
I vaguely heard Isabella shriek as my ass hit the water. By the time I
came back up, waves were splashing from all side of the pool, and Isabella was
nearby, sputtering slightly.
I slicked my wet hair back and wiped the excess water from my face
before swimming toward her like some kind of predator.
Taking advantage of her weakened state, I wrapped my arms around her
waist, pulling her to the shallow end of the pool. She didn't fight against me,
which I found surprising. She simply wrapped her long legs around my hips and
nuzzled my chest.
Once my feet could reach the bottom, I moved closer to the side of the
pool, pressing Isabella against the smooth marble wall until I could feel the
heat of her soft pussy lips rubbing against my stomach.
I groaned - all signs of playfulness gone in a matter of seconds.
"No more teasing - I need to be inside you," I whispered.
She looked up at me, nodding wordlessly as she exposed her neck for my
lips to latch onto.
Using the water to my advantage, I easily lifted her body higher till my
cock was close to her entrance. She moaned in my ear and reached down to guide
it inside her tight heat.
"Fuck," I growled with a shudder before moving to the steps
that led into the pool.
I needed to reestablish our connection, see her - the pure need in her
eyes - the love I craved.
"Ride me, baby girl. Show me how much you love my cock, how good I
make you feel," I told her, my voice thick with lust and need.
"Yes," she whimpered sliding down farther till her knees
rested against my hips, her ass on my thighs until she began a steady rhythm
rocking back and forth taking me in, fucking me, loving me.
I couldn't take my eyes off her. It seemed my gaze was fixated,
alternating between her depthless dark eyes and her soft bouncy tits, unsure
which enticed me more.
"So good," she cried, her eyes rolling back as she impaled
herself on my cock over and over again.
"Ughh," she shouted as her legs began to shake, her inner
walls gripping my like a vice. I was about to fucking burst inside her, when
she went limp, her body no longer keeping up the blistering pace that had
pushed me so close to the edge.
"Fuck, I'm going to take you, baby. Hang on," I warned, knowing
I was going to have to take control.
She was already too spent to work me up again, so I grabbed onto her
hips, easily lifting her body till her back pressed against the smooth wall
again.
Cradling her neck, I pressed into her more deeply, needing to be as
close to her as humanly possible.
My fingers dug into the back of her neck and her thigh as I pulled her
leg till she was wrapped around me holding me like I was life-preserver.
"Edward," she moaned, taking everything I gave her. It wasn't
long till I was back on the edge, happy to feel her orgasm building again so we
could climax together.
I tried to hold her gaze, wanting nothing more than to stare into her
eyes as we got lost in our shared bliss.
"Don't ever look away," I commanded when her lashes began to
flutter and break that intense connection. She fought the urge, obeying me,
showing me her soul. So close to the edge, it wasn't long before she was
falling apart in my arms, coming hard as I pulsed inside her, making me feel
more at home than I ever had in my life.
"I love you, my good girl - so fucking much," I told her, my
voice thick with emotion and the lust that remained for her even after our
coupling.
"I love you too." She smiled happily, warming my heart even
more.
As we both began to wind down from our shared climax, I was feeling a
little tired from our activity.
"Let's try out the hot tub, okay?" I suggested.
"Mmm, sounds great."
Now that my mind wasn't as intensely clouded with desire, I remembered
the conversation we needed to have about what happened the night before.
Suddenly, Isabella pushed past me and darted across the patio, her soft
curves bouncing slightly with each spontaneous movement. My cock was beginning
to stir again, and I had to fight off the lust that threatened to overwhelm me
again.
As I got the tub ready for us, I made a mental note to keep my eyes
focused on Isabella's once we got in, instead of letting them roam her supple
body as I usually did - that should at least keep me from acting like the sex fiend
that I was. Now just wasn't the time. There were pressing matters to be
discussed, and I knew they'd never get resolved if I got all worked up again
and fucked her in the hot tub.
"Are you ready to tell me what happened with Tanya last
night?" I asked her as we settled in to the warm water, hating the way her
expression soured as she turned away in response to my words. I hoped that now
would be a good time to talk, that Isabella would feel more at ease.
Comfortingly, I grasped her chin, encouraging her meet my gaze again. "You
can tell me anything… I won't be upset with you."
"I know, but…" she began, her voice small and sad.
"But?" I hedged, wondering what her hesitation was.
"She wasn't… she said stuff, about you."
That wasn't entirely shocking. I had a feeling Tanya wasn't trying to
intentionally hurt my girl. Whatever she said would have, no doubt, been
something unsavory about me as a warning to Isabella.
I sighed, making a split decision to tell Isabella my history. I never
meant to keep it from her, but I wasn't the same man I was before. Honestly,
the girl was so amazing she nearly made me forget every bad relationship
experience I'd ever had, but it was time. It was time she knew about the man
who loved her.
Isabella already knew about my promiscuous college days and how, on a
hunch, Emmett took me to a few play parties and munches, hoping I'd find
something to satisfy my unfulfilled sexual urges and need for control. What she
hadn't heard about was how being with Tanya had nearly broken my spirit and
made me feel like I could never find someone to love me for me and not my money
or power. Maybe if I pre-emptively told her about Tanya, it would help her
better understand why she felt the need to bad-mouth me to my new girlfriend.
"You've seen her before, right?" I asked her, fairly certain
that if she had followed my political career with as much interest as I assumed
she had, it was likely that she'd seen the photographs of the two of us
together at various social functions last year.
"Yes…Tanya Denali, the picture-perfect, leggy blonde who shattered
the hopes and dreams of women across the country when she plucked the ever
enigmatic Senator Cullen out of the realm of bachelor-hood," she replied,
her voice laced with humor and a slight edge of bitterness. "…myself
included."
"Tanya was just a place-holder, someone I thought I could settle
for because I never imagined I'd ever find someone like you," I told her
sincerely, stroking her thigh under the warm bubbling water. I could never seem
to keep my hands off her. "She and I, well, we were… not a good match. I
tried to have a completely vanilla relationship at first, but when that didn't
work… well I'll spare you the details, but I will say that I tried to force my
feelings, to grow for her and tried to make things work in the playroom. I
handled everything all wrong, and I found myself pushing her too hard. My
expectations were much too high for a beginner. It was like, I knew in my heart
that we weren't right, so subconsciously, I'd set her up to fail."
I knew I was being a bit vague, but I wasn't about to elaborate if
Isabella didn't need me to. The last thing I wanted her mind focused on were
the few women who'd been in my playroom before her. I didn't want that tainting
our time together.
"Did you… umm… did you hurt her?" she asked quietly, her voice
filled with worry.
I furrowed my brow, wanting to tell her that I'd never hurt a woman.
Honestly, I hadn't been any harsher with Tanya than I had on previous subs, but
that was the difference - Tanya hadn't been trained as a sub - she'd merely
been my girlfriend.
"Tanya and I… we didn't spend as much time as you and I going over
limits and safety. It was… different, I thought, since she was my girlfriend… I
felt like I could just read her body language and know if she was
uncomfortable. I gave her safe words, but other than that, I treated her like I
did my previous subs. Tanya wasn't trained, though - she didn't know what to
expect. She wouldn't listen to my commands and would get impatient and
frustrated with me, and it would make me upset and feel like I needed to punish
her. She just didn't truly understand what we were doing, and I…" I
trailed off, feeling like a huge piece of shit.
"It's okay, I understand," Isabella told me, climbing on to my
lap so she could hold me close.
"I deserved what she said about me. What I did was wrong - I failed
her," I admitted, my voice cracking slightly.
Her grip tightened, and I could tell she was crying. "The things
she said, Edward, they were so cruel… You are so good to me. I just don't see
how those things could be true."
"Tell me?" I requested, my voice wavering slightly.
She turned her head away, and this time I let her. I didn't particularly
want to see the hurt or sadness in her eyes when she told her tale.
"I was just about leave when I opened the bathroom door and she was
standing right there. It took me a minute before I recognized her, mostly
because she looked so angry - I thought for sure she was about to start trying
to tear my eyes out with her red claws."
Isabella looked nervous about finishing her story, so I gave her a
sympathetic smile and squeezed her knee encouragingly. She began telling me
everything - Tanya's incorrect assessment of her age, her accusations that I
wasn't capable of being in a normal relationship, that Isabella would be
nothing more than a sex slave. It just seemed to get worse and worse - it was
like, the more she told me, the more disgusted and angry I felt. So, I was
surprised to hear so much heat and anger in Isabella's words as she seemed to
be just as infuriated by what Tanya said as I was.
"What really made me mad, though, was that she said it all in front
of this other woman in the bathroom. I just couldn't believe she'd do that in
front of a perfect stranger - someone who could run to the media and spread
these lies that you abuse women and have sex slaves. I guess she never really
mentioned you by name, but I'm sure there was no question that she'd been
referring to you. Especially when you barged into the Ladies room and carried me away like my knight in shining
armor," she said, her voice sounding exasperated but a bit grateful at the
mention of rescuing her.
"I hadn't really given much thought to what that woman might have
heard," I admitted, suddenly worried. I felt nauseated at the thought
that, because of Tanya's anger for me, I might end up under public scrutiny or
investigation. However, it was Isabella's opinion of me that I cared about
most, and after all that, I was worried she might begin to see that I was
defective, and her perfect image of me would be shattered.
I couldn't think that way… I had to focus on the fact that, even after
her altercation with Tanya, she still clung to me in the night, dreamed of
making love and being close.
I felt slightly mollified until I remember the empty sensation I felt
waking up alone this morning.
Fuck… when did I become so needy?
"She didn't seem the type to run and gossip, but you never know,
Edward. I'm so sorry I didn't think to mention it sooner, but you might want to
prepare yourself," she suggested sagely, breaking me from my worries.
"Your right… I'll…" I was about to say that I'd contact my
publicist, but I remembered that I no longer retained a publicist.
"Honestly, I don't want to worry about it - it'll just make me crazy. I'll
wait and see if she blabs, then I'll worry."
"See, what I'm really concerned about is you. I know you said
you're okay, but you see me differently now… you're afraid of me?" I
admitted, hoping my assumption was wrong.
"Edward…" she sighed, her voice small and sad. I froze,
panicking that she didn't immediately deny my theory. I looked at her warily,
feeling my pulse quicken and my heart pound painfully in my chest. "I
trust you so completely, and I know you would never hurt me."
"Bella, baby girl," I replied affectionately, trying not to
get too emotional. Words were inadequate, so I pulled her close kissing her
till we were both shaking and breathless.
~*AToH*~
A week passed us by, and thankfully, I hadn't found my name plastered on
any gossip rags or newspapers. It seemed that Isabella had been right about
that woman not meddling in our affairs. The relief I felt was immense, but it
was nothing compared to the way I felt when things seemed to fall back into
place between me and my baby girl.
Alice's fashion show had gone extremely well, so she'd been in and out
of the estate quite a bit filling orders and taking extra shifts at the
boutique, leaving Isabella and I plenty of time to ourselves. It was time I
desperately needed to continue proving to Isabella that I was the same man I
was before the incident. I could tell she wasn't hanging on to any suspicions
about me, but I still felt worried anyway.
Isabella's father wasn't allowed to have any outside contact while he
was in rehab, but one of Esme's friends on staff at the clinic sent word that
Charlie was responding well to treatment and had been making a lot of progress.
When I told her, Isabella seemed to sigh in relief as if a great burden had
been lifted from her shoulders.
Independence Day was coming up soon, and my dad and Esme were hosting
the family barbeque this year. With Charlie in the hospital and most of
Isabella's relatives living out of state, I invited her to join us on the 4th.
I wanted her come with me to all future family events anyway because that's
what she was - family.
I felt bad that she'd been so nervous about meeting my dad and step-mom,
especially since my dad had only recently learned about my relationship with
young Isabella and her father's struggle with alcoholism. She was so worried
about making a good impression and felt that she already had two strikes
against her because of her age and the differences in our social status, but I
assured her my family didn't care about things like that.
She had nothing to worry about - I knew they'd love her.
~*AToH*~
I had just come back in from my morning jog when I spotted Isabella
walking toward my music room. A couple weeks after she got here, I'd offered
the room for her to store and practice playing her cello whenever she felt
inclined. She rarely did, and only a couple times had I been blessed with the
opportunity to hear her play. She was fantastic, as always.
Not wanting to miss hearing her play again, I rushed upstairs and took a
quick shower, just long enough to wash away the sweat that clung heavily to my
overheated skin.
Hurriedly, I threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt before rushing
barefoot down the stairs to the music room. A smile tugged at my lips as the
most heavenly music began to fill my ears. I had no idea what she was even
playing, but it was lovely.
As quietly as I could manage, I slipped into the room.
Isabella sat on the edge of my piano bench, her legs pressed against the
sides of the wooden instrument, eyes shut in concentration. I loved watching
her as she lost herself in the slow crescendo, letting it build and build till
the music suddenly paused and wound down a bit before it swelled again with a
fiery passion.
Isabella's eyes were so tightly closed that she didn't seem to notice me
straddling the bench behind her, till my body pressed against hers. She
faltered slightly, but picked back up again when I made no move to stop her
playing.
"Keep playing, my love. I need to hear you," I commanded
against the shell of her ear. She leaned into me slightly but kept going.
The song she played began to morph into something different, more
intense - erotic. I knew she could feel my cock hardening against her back, and
that she wouldn't be able to ignore it. Her playing faltered again when I
placed my hands on her hips and began stroking her through the thin fabric of
the sun dress she wore to stay cool on hot summer days.
The skirt was just loose enough that I could hitch one side of it up and
slide my hand between her legs and the cello.
"Don't stop," I whispered harshly as my fingers slipped into
her little cotton panties and found her sweet, bare pussy. After a few languid
passes over her clit with my thumb, she was almost sopping wet. "Always so
wet, aren't you, my good girl?"
I barely heard the whimper that escaped her lips in response to my
words.
"Such a good girl… always ready for my cock and fingers," I
mused, stroking her pussy slowly until my fingers slipped inside her hot
entrance. She arched against me, striking a bad note on the cello.
Wanting to tease her, I removed my hand and lightly slapped her pussy,
making her gasp and shiver.
"I thought you were going to be a good girl and play for me,
Isabella," I told her, taking on a disappointed voice. "Do you not
want to be rewarded?"
"I… I umm…" she stuttered, not understanding the game I'd
initiated.
"Isabella… if you're going to keep messing up, I'm not going to let
you come," I explained.
"Keep playing," I added, punctuating my statement by pinching
her clit.
"Ugh… fuck," she moaned and started playing again. It was
sloppy, but I decided not to be too hard on her. This was just for fun, after all. As long as she kept playing, I
continued working her up, fucking her tight hole with my fingers, wishing it was
my cock impaling her, but knowing she'd never manage a single intelligible note
if I was there pounding into her.
"Yeah, baby girl - that's it," I growled, curling my fingers
against her g-spot. Her whole body jerked against me as she came closer and closer
to the edge.
She was on the verge of a powerful climax when she gasped and dropped
her bow, letting it clatter on the marble floor.
"No," she cried petulantly as I swiftly removed my fingers and
slapped her soaked pussy a second time.
"Don't make me spank that ass, little girl," I warned
seriously, though I struggled to hide the amusement in my voice. Frustrated,
she huffed slightly as she picked up her bow, and I gave her a small swat on
the side of her leg. "Do you want me to make you come, or not?"
She was silent for a few seconds, probably trying to decide if she was
more irritated or turned on by my teasing.
"Yes… please," she whispered and sighed in my arms as my hand
slipped back inside her panties.
"Keep playing," I told her, nuzzling my nose against the soft
skin of her neck, breathing in her intoxicating scent.
Not wanting to tease her too much, I picked up the pace, sliding my
fingers through her slippery folds, simultaneously rubbing her sensitive clit
with my thumb. The build-up was much faster this time, her playing even
sloppier. I was just as eager for her to come now as she was, so this time when
her bow fell to the floor, I picked up speed, fucking her hard and fast with my
fingers, latching onto her neck with my hungry lips till she began to shake in
my arms. My cock was hard as a fucking stone and twitching in my jeans, needing
to get inside her wet heat.
"Fuck… Isabella… come... come now," I growled, loving that I
could read her body's cues well enough to know when she was about to come hard.
"Edward… Master," she cried out as she climaxed, gushing on my
hand and the piano bench.
I didn't mind too much that she called me Master outside the playroom.
With us, the lines always seemed to blur, so I wasn't surprised at all. It wasn't
a big deal - it was just who we were, how we made our relationship work.
"God… that was just…" she trailed off.
"So amazing," I finished her sentence, praising her softly.
She sighed dreamily as I let her come down from the intense high.
"Mmm, that was hard, Edward. I'd like to see you try to play the
piano perfectly while I… sucked you," she teased. It didn't matter that I
just had my fingers buried inside her - I could still see the blush that spread
from her face to her neck in response to her own naughty words and thoughts.
"I like the sound of that, baby girl. Though I don't think I'd be
too happy if you stopped when I made a mistake."
At that she laughed loudly, the sound causing that familiar, pleasing
flutter in my chest.
"Well don't dish it out if you can't take it, old man," she
retorted playfully, wiggling her ass against my rigid cock.
"Now you've done it," I growled, wrapping a restraining arm
around her and snatching the cello out of her hand. Not wanting to mess it up,
I gingerly placed it on top of the piano before I attacked her with my ticking
fingers. She was giggling between gasps when I stood to lift her off the bench
and threw her petite body over my shoulder like I was some kind of caveman.
"Ahhh," she shouted, pretending to fight against me. I simply
lifted the skirt of her dress till her cotton panties were exposed and swatted
her on the ass, making her squirm in my arms.
"Hold still," I grunted, trying not to drop her. I considered
myself to be pretty strong, but I wasn't fool enough to think I could haul her
cute little butt all over the house. After several heavy steps, I deposited her
on the loveseat, letting her watch wide-eyed as I unbuttoned my jeans, freeing
my trapped cock from its denim cage.
"You want this?" I asked her, my brow arched expectantly as I
grabbed my thick cock, holding it as though I was aiming it at her stunned
face.
She blinked a few times before nodding emphatically, her hungry eyes
practically glued to my erection.
"Where do you want it?" I rasped, unable to stop myself from
pumping it a few times. "Your mouth… your pussy?"
I was really eager to fuck her ass, but she wasn't quite there yet. I
knew it would be a few more weeks still before she made it to the largest plug
and then she needed a few days with that before she could easily take my cock.
"My pussy," she begged. Whenever Isabella was presented with
that choice, she always wanted my cock filling up her tight hole. I had
absolutely no problem with that.
"Lean back against the back of the couch," I ordered her
before approaching and placing guiding hands on her inner thighs, opening her
legs so I could see her. She leaned back, letting me have my way.
Wordlessly, I lifted her legs as I leaned forward, placing them over my
shoulders till my cock was pressing slightly against her hot entrance. I
struggled not to cum from just the idea of having her tight pussy wrapped
around my throbbing shaft.
"Ready?" I asked, holding her gaze.
"Need you," she moaned, looking like she wanted to jerk her
hips but couldn't because of the controlling position I placed her in. With her
long legs draped over my shoulders, she could do little but lay back and accept
my thrusts as I chose how fast and deep - how hard I pushed into her.
In one smooth push, I impaled her slick pussy with my cock, filling her
up, making us both gasp as the angle pushed me deeper than ever before.
"Goddamnit, baby girl," I growled as the head of my cock pulsed
inside her tightness. I could feel her clenching around me purposefully - she'd
been practicing.
I never thought her pussy could feel any better, but she had to go a
prove me wrong - not that I was complaining. Fuck no, she felt fucking amazing.
The smug look that covered her face only proved that she knew what she
was doing to me. Not one to let my girl get the upper hand, I began swiveling
my hips slightly with each thrust, making her want to watch as my thick,
glistening cock slid in and out her swollen pussy. As soon as her eyes darted
toward where we were connected, I used my free hand to rub against her
sensitive clit, wiping that smug look away in seconds.
"Oh God…" she moaned, unable to look away as I fucked her and
rubbed her, pushing us both closer and closer to the edge. I wanted to fuck her
like this for hours and days, but she just felt too fucking hot and her pussy
was about to squeeze the life out of my cock.
"Jesus fuck," I shouted as started cumming almost out of
nowhere. Wanting her right there with me, I gave her a few more erratic thrusts
from my softening cock, and finally she arched her back, her breasts pressing
against my chest as she fell apart in my arms.
"So beautiful," I whispered as I came down.
"Edw… Oh… Eww," a ball-shriveling voice shouted from behind
us.
"Get out," I shouted, closing my eyes as I tried to cover the
evidence of our lovemaking, and feeling terrible when I caught sight of
Isabella's panicked face.
"It's the middle of the goddamned day and in the fucking music
room, no less," Alice shrieked, her voice becoming lower and lower the
farther away she walked from the door.
"Fuck," I groaned, pulling out of her welcoming body. Isabella
just kind of sat there looking mortified.
"Are you okay?" I asked worriedly, stroking her cheek. For a
second, I thought she was going to burst into tears, but instead she started
laughing.
"You should have seen her face. She looked so confused and then
really grossed out," she said, laughing hysterically. I tried to suppress
my laughter. I was still pretty embarrassed myself, knowing that my sister had
seen my naked ass and Isabella's legs draped over my shoulders as I pounded
into her.
"She said she'd be gone all day or I wouldn't have… I would have
taken you to bed," I promised her.
At that Isabella laughed even harder. I rolled my eyes at her, before
smoothing her dress out and slipping back into my jeans. "I'll just… go
talk to her," I replied.
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