but it only takes seconds for it to drench her t-shirt, making the fabric cling to her gorgeous breasts. The points of her light pink nipples become more noticeable and she sees me looking at her.
I can’t look away, no more than I can stop myself from tasting her. I wanted more the other day. I still do.
I’ve never stopped wanting more of this woman and the look in her eyes is a tell that she wants me too.
I reach for her left breast and stroke over the huge swell, watching in delight as the nipple pebbles just from my touch.
The taut peak points toward me, begging to be sucked. There’s no fucking way I’m gonna see tits like this and not indulge myself so I do. I lower my head and take the pleading nipple into my mouth, sucking through the cotton of her t-shirt.
As her nipple hardens further, so does my cock.
I run my hands over her soft, silky skin, pulling her closer so I can suck harder.
Wanting to feel her soft flesh in my mouth I lift the hem of her t-shirt and tug at the cup of her bra, so the nipple pops out. When I return my mouth to her bare skin, I nearly blow my load.
She moans and it’s all I can do to control myself.
I stop because if I’m going to venture down this forbidden path, I’m doing it properly.
“Come here,” I say to her and she comes closer to me, leaning in to receive the kiss I’ve been dying to give her since the last.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Isabella
The rain sprinkles over us in a light pour of desire like it’s holding us here in this moment, making sure we don’t stop.
A thrill of exhilaration races through me as he kisses me.
Our tongues tangle and tease, tasting and claiming, venturing deeper to get more.
I’m giving into the call of something I shouldn’t answer, but temptation has me running toward it greedily like I’ve been starved of this man.
He kisses me in that wild way like he wants to devour my mouth and I kiss him back the same way.
When he lifts my shirt again, I know it’s not just for a taste.
I allow him to take off my t-shirt and the little bra I was wearing, leaving me in just the yoga pants. When my breasts spill out, he returns to the wild suckle he gave me moments ago.
His mouth on my breasts with his tongue swirling around each nipple drives me crazy and I don’t just give into desire, I let it take me. I let it come for me and wipe my brain clear of everything that isn’t him and this moment we shouldn’t be having.
He’s my captor and I’m his enemy’s daughter. There shouldn’t be anything between us but there is. There was when I became his captive, or maybe it was just that he ensnared me at hello.
He picks me up and takes me over to the garden wall as the rain starts to pour heavier. There’s a little canopy provided with an archway of ivy leaves that shelters us.
We’re completely soaked and that just encourages us to continue.
Tristan presses me against the wall, and I tug on his shirt. I want to see him like last night. I’ve never seen a man with so much muscle, nor one who looked like a perfect work of art.
He pauses from my lips to whip off his shirt and I allow myself the pleasure of looking at his amazing body.
“Like what you see Bellezza?” he asks with a cocky smile.
“I do.” I answer and he resumes kissing me.
When his hands run down my waist and cups my pussy I moan into his mouth, greedy for his cock to be inside me.
Tristan works his way past the waistband of my pants and under the lace of my panties so he can slide his fingers straight into my pussy.
He starts pumping and oh God… it feels too good. I’m going to come.
I can’t control myself when I’m with him. He’s too much. Too wild. Too demanding.
“I’m going to taste your pussy again before I own your body,” he informs me like he’s giving me a courtesy.
I open my mouth to say something, but a moan falls out. I’m not even sure of what I was going to say. Whatever it is disappears into the ether and all I feel is pleasure as his thick fingers slide in and out of my passage.