Chapter Fifty-eight

Bram was out of the shower in minutes. But he couldn’t fall asleep. He wanted her to come to him so very badly. It only took him a few minutes to get bored and pick up his computer. He read his emails; responding to some. Then she walked in. “One more email and I swear I’m yours for the rest of the night.”

“That’s fine.” She sat on the edge of the bed. Holding something white in her hand. “I’ve showered, but I wanted to put something special on for you.” She left, disappearing into his bathroom. The statement alone was appetizing. When she came out in the white shirt he bought her the first night they spent together? Big red lips and large black letters. He was mesmerized.

Squaring her shoulders and sitting up straight, Izabella touched his arm. Clicking his laptop closed, Bram placed it on his nightstand. “That shirt doesn’t bother you now?”

Izabella laid back on the bed, “Should it?” She asked, folding her arms under her head.

“Are you wearing the red bikini bottoms too?” His senses were starting to run wild with him. He couldn’t explain how badly he wanted to turn to her and sink into her tender flesh. Her scent was refreshing, like flowers after a spring shower. Her skin glowed in the candlelight flickering on the bedside table.

“Actually, I bought real red panties to go with the shirt.” She rolled onto her side, supporting her head with an arm. Her green eyes caressed his chest. As her free hand reached out to touch his lower thigh, shyly, a new and exciting aroma tinted the air. “You seemed to like it, but I couldn’t just wear the bikini bottoms all the time.”

“You could wear anything, and I would like it.” His finger curled around her hair, pulling her toward him. “Come closer.” She crawled up to him, kneeling close. Bram shivered as her fingertips trailed over his bare chest and abdomen.

“I’ve never felt this way about anyone. It’s like a warmth that just continues to grow.” She leaned into him, her lips pressing against his in a bold move. When she parted her lips slightly, his tongue found hers. Letting her lead, he didn’t want to push her too far or too fast. Squeezing her hips, she moved to straddle his thighs and he pulled her closer. When she moaned in his mouth, he became more ravenous. “Bram?”

Pulling away, it took him a moment to focus on the fact that he needed to reply. “Yeah?” His head was dizzy with desire, and he could feel the itch starting under his skin and the ache in his jaw. He was so fucking excited he could practically explode right now.

“The only thing I ask, is for you to make sure we don’t go to far. I want to be able to give my virginity to the man I decide to marry. And I need you to make sure you don’t go to far so that one day I’ll have that chance.” Rosy, red cheeks which her still wet hair clung to aroused him more.

Bram’s jaw tightened. It was easy to forget she was so innocent. Kissing her gently, he laid her back on the bed, pulling her into his arms. “I want to be him. The guy that gets to keep you forever.” His chest was heaving, and it was taking the rest of his strength to calm himself. He ran his fingers through her hair, messaging her shoulder, arm, and back. If she stayed still, he might be able to just fall asleep with her in his arms. That would be for the best. “Let’s just rest. I can’t trust myself right now.”

Izabella wasn’t going to make it easy for him though. Her hand continued to move over him. Touching his jawline, down his neck, when she experimentally touched his nipple, playing with it for a moment, he moaned. This brought a smile to her lips as she moved to sit over him again. This time, when she placed herself on his lap, she sat on his cock, his shorts and her panties the only thing in the way of him pressing his throbbing staff between those sweet, wet lips. Her smell was stronger now, and he was losing this battle with his wits.

“I trust you.” She said, the shirt falling over her shoulder to reveal the slender curve of her neck. Her hips moved slightly, and she must have rubbed that little pearl of hers, because she shivered above him, biting her lip. “I want you to show me what it can be like.” Her hands placed his on her thighs, and they moved of their own accord, pressing the long shirt up her waist. Bram’s hands found their way inside her panties, pulling them taut between her lips as he squeeze the mounds of her ass on either side. His hips moved under her, running his cock along her most sensitive spot. Her fingers dug into his arm as she panted.

“You vixen.” He said, breathlessly. “You have no idea how much you’re driving me crazy right now.” His hips moved again, pressing her down on him. Her head went back, and his eyes watched the vein in her neck flutter with her heartbeat. He felt his focus changing. His eyes narrowing. His jaw shifting. “I want to see you. All of you.”

Her eyes were glossed over with desire as her hands dipped into her shirt, lifting the end giving him a peek of where her panties clung between her lips. Bram growled. Pressing himself against her wanting to feel her all around him. Trying desperately not to focus on it. He would honor her wishes. He would. At least try his best. Her fingers traveled higher up, carrying the shirt higher. As he got to see her slim waist and flat belly. Freezing under her, Bram let himself enjoy watching her slowly move the shirt up. Hesitating as she got to her breasts. His hands squeezed her hips, forcing himself not to smile. He didn’t want to scare her.

“I…” Izabella whispered, looking away from him. “I’m feeling so embarrassed.” Her hands started to fall, and his caught them, holding the shirt up.

“Why? You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” It was true. He’d never wanted anyone half this badly.

“I’m built like a fifteen-year-old boy. What if you don’t want me after you see me?” She started to shiver above him, and he couldn’t help but laugh. Which only embarrassed her more.

“Are you kidding me?” The laughter died on his lips as tears welled in her eyes. Shifting, he sat up, pulling her into him. He let the shirt fall, but purposefully rubbed her hips against his own as he moved them. Izabella responded with a surprised moan, letting him direct her movements. “I’ve never wanted anyone more. And whoever told you that you look like a teenage boy, was only jealous that you wouldn’t let them see more of you. I’ve yearned to see you. Watching your body move so gracefully. Those perky, pert little breasts. I want to cover them with my mouth, suckling your nipples as I press my face into them. You have no idea how badly I want to taste you. All of you. I want to make you mine.”

Suddenly, she was under him. He hadn’t even realized he did it. Her wide eyes looked up at him with a mixture of fear and desire. Clearly not expecting that type of a response. He loved that look. “Would you feel better if you saw me first?” He asked, kneeling between her legs. Backing away to give her the little space he could afford. He didn’t miss the way her eyes traveled over him. She was biting her lip, and he wanted to claim it for his own. But he reigned himself in. Now was not the time to rush through anything.

“Can… c-can I…” She blushed furiously, her hands hovering at his abdomen, but not touching.

“Izabella.” He said in a commanding voice. This brought her eyes up to meet his finally. “You can do whatever you want. You don’t need permission. I am yours.”

Those words seemed to ease whatever turmoil had gotten into her head, and in one swift move of pure bravery, she pulled the shirt over her head and threw it aside, as if wanting to make sure she didn’t panic and grab it back. Her hands almost immediately went to her breasts, covering them. The pure, innocent act moved him, and watching her cling to her own nakedness drove him mad. Pressing himself, shorts and all, between her legs, he swooped in, grabbing the back of her neck making her arch against him. His lips found her, devouring them. As she moaned against him, losing herself in the kiss. He bit her lip, just enough for a drop of blood to form on her lower lip.

Her smell was intoxicating, and his whole body came to life. He was a fool for even trying.