Chapter 7

7

DOM

I wait for her nod before I pull her leggings down slowly, staring into her gorgeous eyes. She’s here, standing in the home I’ve unconsciously created for us. For her. She’s leaning against the books I bought for her, each with a note and date from when I bought it, hoping one day she would see them.

I pause while removing her clothes. “Do you have a headache? How’s your hand?”

She smiles softly and rubs her thumb across my cheek. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” I can’t believe I forgot to ask her.

Her chin dips and I take her at her word. I kneel on the rug, and she settles her hands on my shoulders to stroke them, but I don’t let it distract me. I tug the leggings down slowly to reveal her soft skin. I’m unable to stop myself from trailing my fingers across her thighs, down her knees until the wet leggings gather around her ankles.

I lift her left leg, freeing it from the fabric and repeat on her other side, her hold tightens on my shoulders while she balances on each leg. I fling her leggings towards the kitchen and don’t see where they land. Don’t care where they land with her in front of me. Isla giggles as she watches them. Her laughter cuts off when I run my hands up her legs, brushing her calves, up to the backs of her thighs, and under her baggy shirt. My fingers rub the crease where her ass meets her thighs. Back and forth, her skin smooth and chilled from the beach. I glance up to see her biting her lip and shift my hands to focus on her inner thighs. Lean forward and press a kiss below her belly button where her shirt covers.

“You’re still wearing my shirt?” I’ve only just realised. Not only is she standing in front of me, but she’s standing here in my clothes. I run my hands under the shirt to land on her waist.

“It’s soft.”

“You can keep it.” Never mind that it’s one of my favourites. I want her to have it. She kept it on after everything, went home and changed, but put my shirt on instead of her own clothes. “Take it off for me?” I ask, rubbing soothing circles across her skin. At least it’s supposed to be soothing, but by the way her breathing changes, it backfired. I want to reassure her it’ll be different from last night. Nothing is going to stop me from finally being with her.

Her hands reach to grasp the shirt and she drags it up slowly, revealing more skin, her grey underwear, her pink bra, my hands clenching her waist, and she pulls it over her head. It messes up her hair, and she throws it in the direction I lobbed her leggings, smiling at me as she does. I press open-mouthed kisses across her stomach, down to her covered cunt, and lick a strip over the grey fabric. She gasps and digs her nails into my shoulders. Hazel eyes stare down at me, her teeth denting her lip. I’m too far away to soothe the pain, but I can soothe other areas. I hook my fingers into her underwear to pull them off her.

Her hands halt me when I bare the beginnings of her curls peeking out from the fabric, teasing me. I drag my gaze away to meet her eyes.

Her warm hands cover mine, still hooked in fabric. “You don’t have to.”

A slow smile spreads across my face. “I know. I want to.”

She breathes deeply and moves her hands, guiding mine downwards while I drag her underwear with me. I groan at the sight.

I’m on my knees for Isla. She’s really here. Naked, save her bra, waiting for me to pleasure her. I dive at her before I wake up, before I realise this isn’t real, and it’s taken from me. I drag my tongue across her slit and her body shudders above me.

Except it is real.

I get to do this for her, and I’ll do it as long as she’ll have me.

Eternity if she allows it.

Swirling my tongue across her clit, I nip it gently, and she jumps and pants for breath. Her hands are on my shoulders again, brushing back and forth, clutching them and digging into my hair.

I love it. I love her.

Having her hands on me grounds me and reminds me this isn’t a dream.

“Take this off.” She yanks my shirt up.

I whip it over my head and fall forward to devour her, licking all the skin I can. My hands grip her ass, clutching her to me. A groan rips from me when her hands touch my bare shoulders.

I leave one hand massaging her ass to make sure she can’t leave while my other hand comes forward to hold her open. I create a V with my fingers, spreading her open to lick and suck, urged on by her panting, and her nails scratching my skin. I thrust my tongue inside her and she moans, so I do it again, and again. Eating her out, taking anything she’s willing to give me. She tastes like soap and Isla.

I go back to sucking her clit and push a finger inside her slowly. Her walls flutter around me as I thrust gently a few times and add another finger, readying her for me, for us. I crook my fingers in her and lick her clit. She’s so close. I can feel it.

She pushes on my shoulder—different from before—and it takes me a moment to realise she wants me to let her go. Removing my fingers quickly, I sit back.

Before I can ask if I did something wrong, she collapses on my lap, her arms wrap around me, legs straddling my hips. Her bare skin soaks my jeans on top of my cock.

I groan at the contact.

“You didn’t like it?” I stroke her hips. If she didn’t like it, I’ll improve and figure out what she likes best. What makes her tremble.

Isla kisses me, brushing her tongue against mine, inadvertently tasting herself. “I did, but I want to be closer to you. To feel you.” She rocks her hips against mine and I groan.

Her cheeks are flushed, and she unhooks her bra to throw behind her. My eyes lock on the new skin revealed, her perfect breasts bared to me. My hands cup the soft skin and I suck in a breath, kneading gently, thumbs rubbing her brown nipples. Her breath catches.

She unhooks the button on my jeans. “Take these off. Then you can play.” She smirks and gets off my lap.

I miss her heat already. I stand and strip my jeans off with my briefs for good measure, chucking them blindly behind me. Before I can sit, Isla grasps my hips, stilling my movements and keeping me standing. I freeze and watch her take me in. Her eyes scan my body, branding me as she focuses on my erection.

A smile spreads across her face, and I narrow my eyes. She leans closer to me, licking a strip up my cock. My muscles tighten, and I suck in a sharp breath. She rubs distracting circles on my thighs, her hands creeping closer and closer to my balls.

“Isla, god,” I groan. Having her look up at me, her hair messy with a cheeky smile on her face, doesn’t help my resolve to focus on her.

Her hand wraps around me and pumps, her strawberry nails stark against my skin.

“What are you doing?” I ask, voice rough and tight.

“Sucking you.”

I lose all thought as she sucks me inside her mouth, licking up and down my length, taking me deeper each time, hazel eyes filling with heat when she glances at me.

Her hand cups my balls and I moan, incapable of words. I hold her hair back to see her face. I hold it loosely, not guiding her, but letting her do whatever she wants. Need to see her face while she does it. She sucks the tip of my cock and swirls her tongue across it. I jerk forward but stop myself before I hurt her.

Trying to last longer, I focus on the bookshelf. She hasn’t come yet and I refuse to come before her. My eyes lock on a particularly gruesome thriller I read a while ago. A deep groan rips from me when she does something with her tongue. Heat surrounds me and my thighs tense. I conjure the dungeon scene in my mind, but immediately lose focus. I’d forgotten I told Isla about the book a few months ago. Everything I focus on comes back to her.

Always her.

I pull myself from her with a hiss and collapse on the rug.

“You didn’t like it?” she repeats my words and retreats slightly.

“I liked it too much.”

She lifts her brows with a smirk. “Good to know.”

I haul her back onto my lap, and her wet heat touches my throbbing cock. We groan at the contact and she wriggles closer. She rolls her hips into mine, dragging her heat across me and leaving a trail of wetness behind. She moans against my neck; her damp breath marking me, claiming me. I tighten my hold on her hip and snake an arm down to brush her clit while I capture her lips and devour her, sucking her tongue into my mouth and nipping at her bottom lip.

I sink a finger inside her, and another, thrusting slow and deep. She throws her head back, making small intriguing sounds. She wraps a firm hand around my cock and strokes it a few times before losing her rhythm. Which is a good thing. I would’ve spilled all over her if she hadn’t stopped.

I brush against her walls and suck her nipple into my mouth. She whimpers and her movements become jerky. Clearly, I hit a good spot and I thank whatever god there is I found it.

Her hand stops me. “Wait. I want it to be us. Together,” she pants and cups my cheek, pulling me down to kiss her. I hold her close, her chest against mine, and kiss her nose.

I spin us so her back’s against the soft rug, and I’m hovering above her. “Then guide me in,” I whisper against her lips. She wraps her hand around my throbbing cock and notches the head against her cunt, and I inhale sharply when her wet heat surrounds me. I push in slowly, watching her face and the tiny movements she makes with her lips when I sink deeper.

I still when I’m seated fully inside her, surrounded by Isla. She smells like jasmine, salt water, and home. I drop my forehead to hers and breathe. “Christ. Isla, my love.”

“I know,” she murmurs.

Need to get control of myself, but gazing down at her with her cheeks flushed pink, her lips swollen because of me, is proving difficult. I make the mistake of glancing where we’re joined and groan at the image. I jerk forward before I squeeze my eyes shut and drop my head to the crook of her neck, panting.

Isla presses a kiss to my shoulder. “Are you going to move?” There’s laughter in her voice.

“Do you want me to come in two pumps?”

She giggles and turns my head to kiss me, rubbing her hands up and down my back. Her hands land on my ass and she digs her nails in, causing me to thrust into her.

“Ah, fuck. Isla.”

“If you won’t move, then I will.” She grins wickedly and rolls her hips.

“Isla.” I glare in mock warning.

“What? If you won’t take care of business, I will.”

After a challenge like that, I can’t stop myself. I thrust inside her, slow and deep, hoping I can get her there before I lose control. If I do, I’ll make up for it later.

I duck my head and suck her nipple. I bite gently at the other and soothe the hurt. She sighs and reaches for me, forcing me away from her breasts and sucks on my bottom lip.

Her hand finds her clit, rubbing in fast circles, her fingers bumping into me, making it more difficult to hold on.

My forehead lands on hers. “How close are you?”

“So close.” She rubs her clit faster, and I don’t dare change the pace of my thrusts. She throws her head back and moans, her walls tightening around me. Her hand falls away and she pants, dragging her damp hand up my chest, brushing my right nipple. It’s not long before I follow her, staring into her bright, satisfied eyes.

I lose my rhythm, jerking and stilling as I spill inside her. I collapse on her, but quickly flip onto my back so she rests on my chest and I’m not crushing her.

Once I catch my breath, I say, “I’ll last longer next time.”

She brushes damp hair out of my eyes. “It was perfect.”

I wrap my arms around her hips, keeping her close. “My gorgeous, Isla. I love you.”

“I love you too.” I can feel her smile on my chest.

She turns her head to the bookshelf. “Are there notes written in any others?”

How do I tell her each and every book on her shelf has a note dated from when I bought it? I wrote in them all, hoping to one day see her open the book and smile at the note. I’ve only just gotten her. Don’t want to scare her away already. “Some of them. You’ll have to go through them slowly to read the notes.”

She lifts her head and pouts. “I don’t get to read all the notes now?”

“How about each week I choose a book for you to read and you can see the note?”

“And I’ll get to read all the notes?”

“Eventually.”

She smiles. “Okay.”

I settle my hand low on her back. “I have one you can read now.”

“You do?” She sits up on my chest. We both groan at the movement and she pulls herself off me gently.

My hands rest on her hips, and I nod to the couch. She notices the book and leans over to grab it. It’s one of her new obsessions. I bought it this morning after talking to Chloe. I open the book to the right page and spin it so she can see the note.

March 5th, 2024

Welcome home, my love

She grins and flings the book on the couch, the most careless I’ve ever seen her with a book.

She kisses my cheek. “I love you.”

I wrap her in my arms and haul her closer. Nothing is going to take her from me now that I have her. She’s mine and I’m hers.

Forever.