5. Sam

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. . .

Iwake up to Isla's cheek on my chest and her leg slung over me. Glancing over at the clock, it's not even three. After making her come for a second time, she was fucking spent; a sense of pride filling me that she couldn't take more—even if my cock hates me. The whole night feels unreal, and I'm afraid if I go back to sleep, I'll wake up again, and she'll be gone. I don't want to be a one-night stand. Not with her.

I slide out of bed and put on my boxers, padding off to the kitchen for a glass of water. I swear I can still feel her cunt clenching around my fingers, the taste of her on my tongue.

She's local, she won't be leaving after the weekend…

I want more from this enchanting woman, but I'm unsure how the fuck to keep her.

After I have a quick drink of water, I quietly close the bedroom door and stealthily walk back to the living room. I don't want to start a new chapter in my book or watch the telly, so I pick up my guitar perched in the corner and sit on the edge of the sofa. After tuning the A and G strings, I check a couple of chords with a few strums.

Closing my eyes, I begin playing a song I know by heart, quietly enough that I won't wake Isla. The strings beneath my fingers, and the vibration of the wood against my leg—I'm lost in the song when a delicate hand on my thigh startles me. My eyes fly open, finding Isla sitting at my feet in one of my shirts.

"Sorry if I woke you."

"You didn't," she insists. "Don't stop on my account." Elbow on the couch, she rests her head in her hand. "Keep going."

A small smirk briefly dances on my lips, and I continue playing, my eyes never leaving hers. When the song ends, I rest on my arm across the guitar and ask, "What time do you have work in the morning?"

"Eight, but I'm off early." Her tone is hopeful, but not as hopeful as I am that she'll go out with me tomorrow after the show. "What about you?"

"I need to be at work around twelve for safety checks." Her face falls, so I quickly add, "Have dinner with me?"

"Oh, I have to spend time with the girls," she says softly, almost disappointed as she removes the guitar from my lap. I can't tell if she wants to come or if she's brushing me off. "Then a show."

"After the show then?" The question has her chewing her lip. "I'm not asking for you to run off to the chapel down the street. It's just dinner," I tease, hoping to make light of it. Isla moves between my legs and slips her fingers into my boxers. "What are you up to, angel?"

"Nothing," she chuckles, attempting to pull them down. "But you could help a girl out."

I lift my arse, and she tugs them down the rest of the way. Her gaze burning into me, she licks from my balls, up my shaft, and swirls her tongue around the tip. With neither of us stabilizing my already-hard cock, it springs into action like a fucking jack-in-the-box, hitting her in the cheek.

"Oh, fuck, I'm so sorry!" I scramble to sit up and cup her cheeks, brushing my thumbs against them. I'm not sure if I've ever been more embarrassed in my fucking life.

Isla covers my hands with hers and bursts out in a fit of laughter, sitting back on her heels. "No wonder he ran off with Stephanie."

My face falls, brows pinched. "What?"

She rests her hands on my thighs and, still laughing, replies, "Don't worry about it. Just explains a lot." I glare at her expectantly, and she rolls her eyes at me. "Really, it's nothing. Short version: my ex-husband left me for his secretary. Likely because I'm terrible in bed. Cock in the face is a perfect example."

My jaw tics, and I stifle a groan. "Did he tell you that?" Her laughter ceases, and it's all the confirmation I need that some fucking arsehole took a piece of her and never gave it back. "Fucking wanker. I obviously don't know who this Stephanie woman is, but if it's any consolation, my cock has been fucking hard since the moment I met you. But even if you were terrible in bed, sex doesn't involve only one person." I grip her chin and lean in until we're nearly sharing a breath. "You, Isla, are not terrible in bed." I pull her closer and kiss her softly. "Don't make me fuck that shit idea right out of that pretty head of yours."

Isla whimpers against my lips, and I have to keep my anger at bay at the thought that any man ever made her feel less than absolutely stunning and extraordinary. I've never wanted a woman as much as I want her, she's a kindred spirit who called to me as soon as I sat down at that bar. I'll be damned if she sees herself the way that prick did.

As much as I love her wearing my clothes, I slide my hands down and take my time pulling my shirt off of her, savouring the feeling of her soft skin under my fingertips. I toss it to the ground with her clothes from earlier.

"I owe you three more, angel."

Her eyes widen. "One."

"This isn't a negotiation. Three."

Isla purses her lips, her eyes now narrowed on me. "Two."

Fuck, I like this girl.

"Three."

"Two and a half." Her lip tilts up, but she quickly schools her expression.

"What the hell is a half orgasm?" I laugh, and she shrugs in response. "Three."

"Zero."

"Zero?" I choke out. She stands, and I can't help pulling her to me and kissing below her breasts. "You win. Zero it is."

The taunt works a little too well, and she climbs onto my lap, her wet cunt pressed against me. I ache to be inside her, but I want it to be because she wants me, not just what might be her first fuck after a divorce.

Her hands cupped around my neck, my fingers dimple her perfect arse to pull her impossibly closer. "You have work in the morning, love."

While she may be using me, my cock doesn't seem to care. I lift her enough to slide inside her tight cunt and pull her body flush with me, a groan escaping me. She wraps her arms around me, sighing a whimper. She feels too fucking good, too perfect, too… right. I roll her hips, pushing deeper.

Her breath heavy, she manages, "I thought you said zero."

"You haven't come yet. I could bring you right to the brink, then cruelly take it away." The idea of edging her for a night is enticing… but not tonight. I want her to come with her tight, wet cunt wrapped around my cock, the three more times I promised her.

"Fuck! We forgot a condom."

Isla scambles off of me and rushes to the bedroom to retrieve one, leaving me on the couch with my cock slick with her. I can't fucking help myself; I chase after her and toss her onto the bed. She laughs on the landing, and I find my own damn condom, ripping open the package with my teeth, and sliding the rubber onto my cock.

"I told you three, Isla. All joking aside, I'm a man of my word."

Her laughter ceases immediately, propping herself onto her elbows, which only makes her pert tits lift higher. I brace myself on the bed with one hand on either side of her. She doesn't flinch, doesn't shy away from me being this close to her.

"Let's make one thing clear, angel: you're nowhere near done tonight. Even if I come, you're giving me three before I let you rest."

She sits up, snaking her hand around my neck and pulling me in for a brutal kiss I didn't expect. I lose my balance and fall on top of her, making both of us laugh. I anticipate an apology from her that never comes, and it only makes me kiss her harder.

I don't care if it's messy, I don't give a fuck if she shifts and loses her orgasm. I'll build her back up and take another from her.

I'd give anything to have you loosen up and ride my face right now.

"What did you say?"

My lips never leave hers as I admit, "Fuck. I said that out loud, didn't I?"

"What did you say?" she repeats.

"Doesn't matter. On all fours, hands on the wall or headboard." I pull back, waiting for her to do as I asked. She looks at my headboard and back at me with a cocked eyebrow. "I'll always stop when you need me to."

As she glances over at the headboard, she asks, "Ass or pussy?"

"Fuck, I'll happily eat your arse if that's what you want," I chuckle. "So long as you come for me three more times, I don't care how I pull them from you." Isla takes a deep breath, and to reassure her, I add, "We aren't limited to one night. Neither of us is boarding a plane in the morning. We can play another day, but I'd give almost anything to hear you scream my name again. No matter what, all of this stops when you want it to."

"And when I awkwardly bump into you on the strip?" she jokes, but this isn't a laughing matter. I need her, and not just for tonight.

I tuck her hair behind her ear. "There will be no awkward bumping." Her legs wrap around me, pulling me close enough that my cock slips back inside her. "Fuck, what are you doing, angel?"

"You said there would be no awkward bumping."

I can't help but laugh. "I also told you to be on all fours so I can properly worship your cunt the way you deserve."

I pull out of her, and like the good fucking girl I knew she'd be, she wraps her hands around the bar at the top of the headboard, looking over her shoulder. She coyly asks, "Like this?"

"Fucking stunning," I whisper, climbing onto the bed behind her. Gripping her arse, I lower my lips to her back, trailing kisses along her spine until I reach just above her arse. I push her legs apart, making her gasp. I remind her, "Three."

"Okay," she concedes breathlessly.

I slide a hand up her back and wrap her hair around my fist, pulling her back only an inch. I lean in, kissing her neck, and whisper against her sweet skin, "Not just tonight."

"Not just tonight," she echos, and I graze my teeth against her.

I'm not sure what she does for work, I've been too afraid to ask since the logical response would be to ask what I do. But nearly no occupation I can think of encourages red and purple bruises from a stranger marking her the night before. It's safer this way, though I intend to claim every other inch of her. I want her to feel what we have done tonight for the next few days.

I bend to lick her from clit to her arse, making her buck against my mouth. My greedy little angel wants to play, but I know she's being cautious. My tongue dives into her wet cunt, swirling once and pulling out to do the same to her clit.

"Oh, fuck," she whimpers, spurring me on. I want her to sit on my face, making her come over and over until I can taste her for the foreseeable future. It'll need to wait until tomorrow—or I suppose tonight? Time is irrelevant. The only thing I want is her.

I press a final kiss to her cunt and sit back on my heels to admire the goddess before me. With her arse in the air, begging to be marked… it's too much. I playfully nip at the supple flesh. She yelps, but it quickly becomes a moan. I adjust and line my cock up with her, pressing in an inch. Sliding my hands up her back, when I reach her shoulders, I grip tightly and slam inside her to the hilt. She screams out, her back arched and head lolling back. I wrap her hair around my fist and carefully tug, making her hiss.

Isla mutters something incoherent, followed by, "Fuck, that feels good," and a dark chuckle rumbles from my chest.

"Are you doing ok, love?" I whisper next to her ear, then kiss her neck.

"Yes," she whispers back, and though I'm incredibly tempted to test her limits, I resist.

I lean back on my heels again, pulling her back to my chest. She releases the headboard as I wrap my arms around her middle and slide a hand up to her throat, holding her against me. Kissing her shoulders, her neck, every inch I have access to, I can't help the words escaping me, "You're so fucking perfect, Isla. Your cunt was made to be worshipped." Though, it's the truth, I'm afraid of scaring her away with any sort of declarations.

Thankfully, my admission is met with a wistful sigh as she holds me in place, her hand cupping the nape of my neck. I slide my hand lower, keeping the other firmly around her throat. Circling her clit, her pussy clenches tightly around me.

"Do that again, love." Isla huffs a laugh but does as I ask and tightens around me. "Just like that… Hold." I continue the same pace and pressure playing with her clit, wanting nothing more in this moment than for her to come again.

"I'm… I'm close."

"Not yet, angel. Let me enjoy you a little longer before you make a mess all over my cock."

"I can't, I?—"

Her pussy pulses around me as her head falls back against my shoulder. Helping her ride out her orgasm, I continue touching her. "One more, love. Give me one more, and then I'll fuck you until you can't walk for the next week."

My fingers move faster, and I carefully squeeze the sides of her throat as I kiss and suck her neck and shoulder. Her moans fill the room as another orgasm quickly overtakes her, and I smile against her skin, loving that she's so responsive to my touch.

"It's too much… I don't know…"

"One more, angel. Give me one more. You're doing so well. Hands back on the wall or headboard. If I'm too rough with you, tell me." She places her hands on the headboard, gripping the metal. "I need your words, love."

"Yes," she pants. "One more."

Attagirl.

I thrust deeply inside her, pulling out to drive back into her sweet cunt. I fuck her hard, but not fast, testing how much she can take, though each time she pushes back into me seeking more. Her breath becomes ragged, and the moment my name spills from her lips, I can't hold on any longer. I continue my punishing pace for four more thrusts, and on the final one, I come—pissed at myself that she hasn't had her five. As I attempt to catch my breath, filling the condom, I keep my cock nestled deep inside her.

She attempts to pull off me, but I grip her hips and keep her in place. "You owe me one more, Isla."

"But you came," she counters, looking over her shoulder at me.

"Stay here."

Isla nods, and I slip my cock out of her, pulling off the condom and tying it off. She doesn't move, awaiting my instruction, watching me as I slide off the bed to discard it. When I return from the bathroom after chucking it in the bin, she's under the covers and likely feigning sleep.

"How am I supposed to eat your arse when you're sleeping?"

She laughs, opening one eye. "Four is plenty."

I climb into bed with her, pulling her leg over my hip once I'm under the covers. As I reach between her legs, she's still wet for me. "Your cunt says otherwise." I slip two fingers inside and curl them slowly. "One more. If I can make you come again on my hand, you're joining me for dinner tomorrow after you're done with your girlfriends."

Driving my fingers deeper, her eyes briefly roll back as she whispers, "One more."

I take her chin in my free hand and bring her mouth to mine, desperate to taste her. She writhes beneath my touch as I bring her closer to release. I know I'm pushing her, but I want her fucking spent and aching to have me touch her again. She grips my shoulders and grinds against my fingers, chasing her orgasm, and I can't help but kiss her harder. I press my palm against her clit and drag my hand lower to increase the pressure, enough to make her come for me.

Her cries are muffled against my lips as she soaks my fingers. I'm unable to help myself, sliding under the sheets and lapping up every last drop of her.

Isla tangles her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer as I taste her, pressing two fingers into her tight cunt. As much as I want to give her number six for the night, I want her begging for more. I climb up the bed with my fingers still right where she needs me; slowly curling and teasing her.

"Get some rest, you have work in the morning."

"How do you, ah, expect me to sleep with your fingers in my pussy?"

I pull my fingers out, replacing them with my bare cock. Her sleepy hums make me chuckle as I kiss her shoulder while she drifts off into a sex-drunk sleep. I won't fuck her or come inside her—unless she wants me to—but feeling her tight cunt wrapped around me feels too fucking good. I need her, I can't explain it. Considering that was probably the best sex of my life, I don't understand how she could think she's anything less than fucking perfect.

I pull my arms tighter around her, kissing her forehead. "Sleep well, angel."

"Mmhmm," the only words she's able to manage as she snuggles into me.

I drift off, joining Isla in her orgasm-induced haze. For the rest of the night, I keep her close, afraid of the possibility she could leave in the morning. I'm not sure how we got here, but I'm fucking obsessed with a woman I just met.

I refuse to let this be one night.