Chapter Ninety-nine

As soon as they were in the room, Bram quietly closed the door behind them pinning her against it as he kissed her hungrily. The last few days felt like they were never going to end. It had been so long since he’d had the ability to really taste her. Her fingers curled in his hair, as she wrapped her legs around him. “Do you want to shower first?” He asked, mumbling in her mouth as he could barely stand the thought of pulling away from her.

“Whatever you want.” She pulled away from him, looking down from where he had her lifted against the door. He slid her body down slowly until her legs were wrapped around his waist and she could feel his excitement pressed against her. He closed his eyes as her nails ran along the back of his neck. “I’ve missed you. So. Much.” Izabella peppered kisses over his face and he appeared just to be happy letting her touch him. “We’re both wearing too much clothes though.” When she giggled, he pulled her away from the wall, carrying her further into the room.

“Way too much.” He growled back, as he sat her down on the bed. Kneeling between her legs, he lifted one, kissing and licking his way from her ankle to her knee. When he played with the sensitive spot, her body jerked and she covered her face. He watched her reactions, loving the way she responded to his advances. As he pulled down her shorts, her light-colored panties came off quickly. Hooking her legs over his shoulders, he worked his way from knee to hip playing at the juncture between her legs but avoiding the prize in the center for now, as he moved over her hip, kissing the dip near her lower belly.

“You’re touching everything but what I want you to touch!” She mumbled into her hands. This made him chuckle, but it didn’t stop him from teasing her. Getting every closer to what he knew she wanted, but shying away just before touching her there.

Izabella squirmed under him, letting her fingers grab his black hair as his hands worked over her sides sliding the t-shirt up to reveal her belly and lower rib cage. “I missed you.” He let his tongue move in and out of her belly button, his chest rubbing against her clit. “I missed your smell.” His hands moved up higher, under the shirt to play with her nipples. She moaned as she pressed her hips up and against him again. “I missed your taste.” His lips worked up to where his hands were.

“I missed you.” She squeaked as he suckled her breasts. Her hands were eagerly pulling at his shirt, trying to get him to take it off. Leaning on the bed between her legs, he pulled it off, and her fingers found his belt buckle. Her fingers grazed him over top his pants. He leaned in, kissing her deeply, leaning her back he kicked off the rest of his clothing. When he lifted her shirt up and over her head, he twisted it around her wrists, holding them captive with one hand.

“Oh.” Her eyes were as large as saucers as he held her prisoner, slowly pleasuring her without allowing her the freedom to touch him. “Bram…” she begged. Her need and desire were almost too much. His fingers found her little bud of pleasure and she bucked under him as he touched her, slowly. Gently. Slowly playing with that cluster of nerves driving her crazy. When his fingers found her entrance, he held her close, kissing her as she squirmed under him. Dipping his fingers inside her, she moaned. “Bram, please!” Her hips bucked again, eager to find the release her body so desperately craved.

Chuckling, Bram’s lips worked up from her breast to her collarbone. Her eyes were closed as he enjoyed her body. Working his way up her neck and toward her mouth. He growled deep in his throat as she leaned forward, wanting desperately to link himself with her. As they kissed, he moved over her. “What do you want, my love?” He lifted himself over her, his blue eyes watching her excitedly.

“You. All I want is you.” Her body quivered as he crawled over her, lifting her up so that her thighs rested on his. He sat back, letting his fingers roam over her. Behind her knees. The insides of her thighs. Between her lips, dipping slowly inside her pussy to come back out and rub between her cheeks and over her clit. The more she moaned, trying to move with him, the more satisfied he looked.

Izabella struggled with the shirt he had bound around her hands. She had no idea how it was working so well. “Can-can I touch you too?” His cock slid up her body from tip to balls, rubbing against her as he hunched over her, nibbling her ear. A heatwave ran from her core, out over her entire body. With a flick of his hand, her own were freed, and his hips jerked as he pressed the tip inside her tight body. She arched, forcing him in a little more.

Bram had to hold her hips, “Not too much. Ease into it.” He said, pulling back out slowly.

“You feel so good.” Her hands greedily clung to him. Touching him all over. “You like it when I touch myself too, right?” Bram smiled down, nodding as her fingers teased her nipples, circling around and pulling on them until she could feel that core nerve between them and her lower body. Her hands followed, playing with her pussy as she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock.

Pushing herself up, she climbed onto his lap. Holding him just at her entrance. “You are driving me crazy, Iz.” His eyes caressed the incline of her throat. She could see his hunger and it only made her more eager to feel him inside her.

Gyrating her hips over him, she pulled her hair off her shoulder, leaning in so that her breast rubbed against his chest. “Do you want me?” She purred, one hand scratching his back gently as he inhaled her scent.

“Every part of you.” His hand gripped her ass, pounding himself inside her. She cried out, as he lifted her, then drove back in, again and again.

“You can have it all.” Izabella pressed his head into the crook of her shoulder. “Bite me, baby.”

Growling, “I shouldn’t.” That didn’t stop his lips from suckling her tender flesh. Oh, how he wanted to. He felt his mouth shifting, and the inevitable itch under his skin wanting more. She was testing him in a dangerous way. It only made him more excited. He could feel his every muscle tensing as he drove himself to the brink.

She shivered over him. Rocking back and forth, matching his rhythm as she rode him. “Just a little. I want more of you inside me. All of you. Take me and make me yours.” Her words were hoarse with desire, eager. A purr of pure delight and adoration. His bite was gentle at first, eliciting a sigh from her as she leaned back. His arms were there to hold her, one around her hips, the other pressed between her shoulder blades as his teeth pierced her. Being inside her and having her sweet warm nectar flowing over him while he drank from her was pure extasy. Her legs tightened around him, pulling him deeper.

He couldn’t help himself. Bram’s instincts drove him into a frenzy. Throwing her back onto the bed, he drove as deeply as he could. Izabella cried out, digging her fingers into his arms. “Yes!” She cried, her legs wrapped around him, helping him deepen his thrusts. Bram half covered her mouth as she orgasmed, lost in the throes of her passion. He could only burry himself, driving her and himself over the edge. As he burst inside her, he pumped into her dripping wet pussy one last time, pulling his teeth from her flesh as he kissed her, licking the wounds. Her body still shivered under him. He loved the way she clung to him. Moaning as he pulled himself from her.

Rolling over, he pulled her back against his chest, laying them down on the bed properly. “You are amazing.”

“Life would be perfect if we could just lay here, all day.” She turned in his arms, kissing him gently as she laid her head against his chest. “I’m so tired though.”

“Of course, you are. It’s three in the morning. The sex was great, and by god, you are the most delicious thing on the face of this planet.” Bram couldn’t have been more pleased with how tonight turned out. He had Izabella here, in his bed. They were wrapped in each other’s arms, slick with sweat and love making. He had successfully enjoyed a small feast, containing himself enough that he hadn’t even come close to hurting her.

“I wouldn’t go that far.” She said around a yawn, her fingers stalling on his chest. “There’s always tacos.”

He chuckled, letting the darkness drift over him. “You just have no idea. The best tacos in the world would taste like dirt compared to you.” He was rubbing her back, and she was relaxed against him.

“Bram, I love you.”

“I love you too, Iz.” He smiled. His world couldn’t be better than in this moment. There had never been a time he’d been this happy.