5. Isabel

5

ISABEL

N icholas's presence continues to elicit a tumultuous mix of emotions within me, a potent cocktail of taboo and desire. The fact that he is my stepbrother makes our illicit encounters all the more exhilarating, the forbidden nature of our relationship serving only to intensify the scorching passion between us. As he disrobes, shedding his boxers and revealing his impressive, fully aroused member, I find myself ensnared by a powerful and nearly irresistible urge to kneel before him and take him into my mouth.

This craving, this insatiable hunger, is something I do not often experience with the men I date. But with Nicholas, it feels different. It's as if his very essence calls to me, compelling me to test the limits of my own abilities and explore the depths of my desires. Can I take all of him, every thick, throbbing inch, into my throat without flinching? Can I bring him to the brink of ecstasy and make him surrender to his own release? Can I swallow every last drop of his potent seed? These questions swirl through my mind like a tempest, fueling my determination to prove myself against him.

Nicholas ascends onto the bed with the languid grace of a predator stalking its prey, every movement a testament to his raw, primal power. His lips trace a path from my ankle to my thighs, each kiss and nibble setting my skin alight with a burning desire that threatens to consume me. He worships my body like a man who knows the secrets it holds, the desires that lie hidden beneath its surface.

"You are my beautiful, curvy goddess," he murmurs when he reaches the apex of my thighs, the target that so many men before him have sought to claim. But Nicholas is different. He does not rush or take without asking. Instead, he places a single, reverent kiss on the sensitive flesh before continuing his slow, tantalizing journey up my body.

His hands explore every curve and dip, memorizing the landscape of my body as if it were a map to hidden treasure. And when he finally reaches my lips, I feel as if I have been waiting for this moment my entire life. His kiss is deep and passionate, a promise of the pleasure that is still to come. And as I surrender myself to his touch, I know that there is no turning back. I am his, completely and utterly, and I would not have it any other way.

He pauses at my navel, swirling his tongue in a teasing dance that elicits an involuntary gasp from me. Then, with a mischievous smile, he continues his upward trajectory. Nicholas reaches my breasts, and his kisses grow more insistent, each one a brand that sears my skin. His teeth graze my sensitive flesh, leaving a delicious sting in their wake. As he explores every inch of me, his hands are just as eager, kneading and caressing my curves with a possessive hunger. He is determined to uncover every secret, to chart the terrain of my body as if it were his own personal conquest. And as I arch into his touch, lost in the intensity of pleasure, I know that I am willingly surrendering to his dominion.

My hips instinctively rock in rhythm with his skilled fingers, seeking more of the exquisite friction he offers. Nicholas, ever the consummate tease, draws out my anticipation, savoring each gasp and whimper that escapes my lips.

"You're so responsive, so eager," he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. His praise sends a shiver down my spine as he continues to explore the sensitive folds between my legs. "I adore every curve, every inch of you."

As his thumb expertly circles my clit, a torrent of pleasure surges through me, and I can no longer hold back my desperate plea. "Fuck me, Nicholas," I beg, my voice thick with need. "Please, I need you inside me."

However, Nicholas continues his leisurely exploration, expertly coaxing waves of pleasure from my body with each pump of his fingers and swirl of his thumb. My body throbs with an insatiable lust and desire, craving more of his touch.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he asks, his voice low and seductive. The teasing edge in his tone only heightens my arousal.

"Fuck, yes," I gasp, grinding myself against his hand, desperate for more friction to hasten my release. I can feel the orgasm building, but it's not arriving fast enough to quench my desperate need.

Nicholas, well aware of my mounting desire, adds a third finger, filling me completely. It's been some time since I've had a man, and the sensation is exquisite. His thumb maintains its pressure, and he begins to increase the pace, driving me closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"Keep going, Nicholas, yes," I encourage him, my voice barely above a whisper. Grinding my hips against his hand with increased urgency, I can feel my release building rapidly. The pressure within me mounts, and it's not long before I reach the brink. Digging my fingernails into his forearms, I cry out his name as an intense orgasm crashes through me, leaving me trembling and breathless.

With a satisfied grin, Nicholas slowly withdraws his fingers, leaving me feeling both satiated and wanting more. In a surprisingly seductive move, he brings each finger to his mouth, savoring my arousal with relish. "Just as I suspected, sweet and ready for me," he says, winking at me with unbridled desire.

Wasting no time, he swiftly lowers himself between my legs, capturing my gaze as he gives me a long, lingering lick. The intimate connection sends waves of pleasure coursing through me, pushing me even higher into the stratosphere of ecstasy.

"Fucking Christ," I moan, my voice heavy with desire and frustration.

Nicholas chuckles softly, planting a gentle kiss on my quivering thigh. "We'll save that for later," he assures me, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "But your clit seems a little sensitive right now."

I glare down at him, my breath hitching as I try to regain some semblance of control. "Ya think?" I ask, my sarcasm barely concealing the desperate need building inside me.

Nicholas clucks his tongue disapprovingly, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Don't give me attitude, young lady," he warns playfully. "I'll flip you over and spank your gorgeous, round bottom if I have to."

The thought of what that could entail sends a shiver down my spine, piquing my interest even further. But that's something we can experiment with later. For now, I have other needs that demand attention. " Nicholas, if you don't fuck me," I begin, my voice barely above a whisper, "I swear to God?—"

He shakes his head, his expression incredulous. "Unbelievable," he murmurs, a hint of awe in his voice. "Most women aren't this crazy about my dick until after I give it to them. You? You're crazy about it, and you haven't even gotten it yet."

With a teasing smile, Nicholas leans forward, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers, "But don't worry, sweetheart. I plan on giving you exactly what you need."

"You really know how to kill the mood, don't you?" I say, trying to suppress a grin. "Mentioning other women while we're in bed? I dare you to do it again."

Nicholas seems to catch himself, his expression turning apologetic as he chuckles and presses a kiss to my lips. "You've got me there, love. That was my bad. I promise it won't happen again."

"Is that so?" I raise an eyebrow, my tone playful. "Well, I'll hold you to that. Now, about what you promised earlier... I believe it had something to do with satisfying my needs?"

Nicholas rolls his eyes, but there's a teasing smile playing on his lips. "You're insatiable, you know that?"

"Only when it comes to you," I shoot back, my voice low and husky. "But if you're not up to the task, I suppose I can always rely on my trusty vibrator to get the job done."

"Oh, I'm more than up to the task," Nicholas growls, his hand wrapping around his cock as he guides it to my entrance. In one swift motion, he plunges into me, filling me completely.

I gasp, my fingers digging into the hard planes of his back as I adjust to the sudden intrusion. "Fuck," I breathe, my voice heavy with desire.

Nicholas smirks, his hips beginning to move in a slow, steady rhythm. "Now that's the kind of talking I can appreciate," he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly.

I bite back the urge to tell him to go fuck himself, as he begins to steadily pump in and out, rendering me speechless with the sensations his dick stirs within me.

I release my grip on his muscular back, reaching down to grab his firm ass, urging him to thrust deeper with each pump. Although his cock may not be the largest I've ever seen, it certainly has impressive girth.

Nicholas's hips rock against mine, driving his cock to the hilt with every thrust. "You feel so tight," he moans, gradually increasing his pace. "I'm going to fuck you harder now, gorgeous. But if it's too much, just let me know."

His words only serve to ignite my desire further, and I respond by tightening my grip on his ass, urging him to give me everything he's got. And with a low growl, Nicholas obliges, slamming into me with an intensity that leaves me breathless.

The fantasy of being with Nicholas has long consumed my thoughts, and now that it's a reality, there's no way it could ever be too intense. His substantial girth stretches me deliciously, and I crave more.

As he buries himself to the hilt, I eagerly clench around him, my body instinctively responding to his powerful strokes. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I urge him to delve deeper, to claim every inch of me.

"You like that, Isabel?" he asks, the words tinged with a primal satisfaction as he relentlessly drives into me.

The sensation is overwhelming, and I feel my release coiling tighter with each forceful thrust. Years of longing and fantasizing culminate in this moment, and I can't hold back any longer. "Harder, Nicholas," I plead, my voice barely above a whisper as my fingers find their way to my clit, adding to the exquisite torment.

Mere seconds pass before the shuddering spasms overtake me. This time, I let out a raw, guttural cry as my climax washes over me, grinding against him with fervent determination. My fingers work feverishly, teasing my clit until both it and I are utterly spent.

Nicholas's own release is no more restrained, following mine by a mere heartbeat. "Fuck, Isabel," he growls, driving into me one last time before releasing his essence. His subsequent thrusts become softer, almost tender, as if wringing out every last remnant of pleasure from his body. Once it seems he's reached the end, I slowly unravel my legs from around his waist and collapse beside him.

Panting and sated, I murmur, "That could have been a tad naughtier, but I must say, I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Two orgasms? What more could a girl possibly ask for?"

Lying next to me, Nicholas gasps for breath, clearly spent. "Give me fifteen minutes, a Gatorade, and a protein bar. I'll show you just how naughty I can be, little girl."

A Cheshire grin spreads across my face. "I'm counting on it."