Chapter 48
**Tom**
Her words hung in the air between us, heavy with promise. I felt my pulse quicken, a familiar heat swirling in my stomach. This was crazy. Irresponsible. Every voice of reason in my head was screaming at me to choose the former. But something about Isabella brought out a side of me that was usually buried under lecture notes and piles of student assignments.
"I think," I said, my voice ragged, "I'd like to stay."
"Stay, then. Stay and taste me. Stay and take what you want." She leaned in close, her lips brushing my ear as she whispered, "I like it rough, Thomas. I hope you're up for the challenge."
My eyes widened at her bold declaration. "Are you sure?"
"Positive." Her confidence was intoxicating. "Now, stop talking and show me what you've got, Professor."
I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry as my brain struggled to catch up.
Isabella took my hand and guided it to her thigh, her breath coming in short gasps. Her skin was soft and supple, like warm silk under my palm. And then, without warning, she pressed her lips to mine, her kiss demanding and urgent.
I kissed her back, my body responding despite my muddled thoughts. There was something about her—this woman was a wildfire, all-consuming and irresistible. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, and her tongue traced the contours of my mouth.
I groaned, feeling her desire mirrored in my own rising need. My hand slid up her thigh, my thumb brushing against the damp fabric of her panties. Wait, no, I realized with a shock that she wasn't wearing any.
The realization hit me like a slap, and I pulled back, breathless, my eyes locking with hers. Isabella just smirked, her chest heaving, daring me to continue. And damn, if I wasn't tempted.
"You little minx," I managed to grind out. "You've been plotting this all night, haven't you?"
"Maybe. Does it turn you on, knowing I came here prepared to be fucked by you?"
My cock twitched at her choice of words. Fucked. Yeah, that's exactly what I wanted to do to her. Right here, right now.
Leaning in, I captured her lips with mine once more, my hands sliding under her thighs to lift her onto my lap. She moaned into my mouth, wrapping her legs around my waist as I pulled her tight against my growing erection.
"Fuck, you feel good," she mumbled between kisses, her fingers threading through my hair.
I kissed her hungrily, my tongue dancing with hers. Our lips moved in sync, each touch and taste sending sparks through my body.
Pulling away slightly, I trailed kisses along her jawline, down to the sensitive spot below her ear that made her shiver. "You taste amazing," I murmured. "Like I could devour you right here."
Isabella let out a low moan, her head falling back to give me better access. I took advantage, nipping and sucking at the delicate skin of her neck, marking her as my own. My hand roamed down her body, my fingers teasing the waistline of her panties—or rather, where they should have been. Her skin was smooth and hot, her hips arching towards my touch.
"You're so wet," I whispered, my fingers gliding through her slick folds, teasing her entrance. "Did you get turned on by the cab ride, or is it just me that does this to you?"
"It's you," she breathed, her hands gripping my shoulders. "Always you, Thomas. Now stop teasing and give me what I want."
I smiled against her skin, my thumb circling her swollen clit. "Bossy, aren't we? But you're right. I think it's time I shut you up."
With that, I slid two fingers inside her, relishing the way her body clenched around me. Isabella moaned, her back arching as I pumped my fingers slowly in and out. My thumb continued to stroke her clit in circular motions, my other hand reaching up to tweak her hardened nipple through her dress.
"Oh fuck," she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders. "That feels so good. Don't stop."
I had no intention of stopping. In fact, I was just getting started. I curved my fingers, seeking out that magical spot deep inside her, and was rewarded with a loud moan and her hips bucking against my hand.
"You like that, don't you?" I whispered, my mouth moving to her ear. "You like it when I touch you here?"
"Yes," she panted, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Don't stop, Thomas. Please, don't stop."
I had no plans to. Her walls clenched around my fingers as I worked her over, her wetness coating my hand. I added a third finger, scissoring her open as I sought to drive her wild. And wild she went. Her moans grew louder, echoing off the walls of her apartment.
"Thomas, I'm close," she panted, her fingers tightening in my hair as she pulled my mouth back to hers.
Our tongues entwined in a passionate kiss as I thrust my fingers harder, faster, my palm pressing against her swollen clit with each stroke.
She tasted of pure desire. Her mouth was hungry, her tongue dueling with mine in a passionate dance. I could feel her heat as her body arched against mine, her moans vibrating through my chest. This was wrong. So damn wrong. But holy shit, it felt good.
My fingers worked their magic, pounding into her in a relentless rhythm. Her body tightened like a coil, her hips bucking against my hand with each thrust.
"Yes!" she cried, digging her nails into my shoulders. "Right there, Thomas! Don't stop!"
Her words egged me on. I curled my fingers inside her, searching for that sweet spot I knew would send her over the edge. Her walls clenched around me, pulsing with her increasing need. This woman was a wildfire, and I was stoking the flames, bringing her closer and closer to the blaze that awaited her.
With a final hard thrust, I grazed that magical spot deep inside her. Isabella's eyes widened, her mouth opening in a silent cry as her body stiffened. "Oh god, I'm—"
Before she could finish, I slammed my mouth back onto hers, swallowing her scream as I pounded her into the couch. The force of my fingers and my mouth's intensity were too much for her. She came undone, crying out into my kiss as her body shook with the force of her release.
I devoured her cries, my tongue tangling with hers as her juices coated my hand. Her legs tightened around my waist, pulling me closer as she rode out her orgasm. Isabella's body trembled, her breath hot and ragged against my lips.
With a final shudder, she melted into the couch, her eyes fluttering closed. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her skin flushed and glistening with a light sheen of sweat.
I slowly withdrew my fingers, raising them to my mouth to taste her. She tasted of lust and need—a cocktail that had me addicted.
"Mmm," I hummed, licking and sucking her essence off my fingers, "delicious."
I pushed her back against the couch, her legs falling open as she looked up at me with those bedroom eyes. Her dress was already riding up her thighs, but I wanted more. With a quick motion, I ripped the fabric upwards, baring her completely. Her legs were toned and tanned, leading up to her neatly trimmed pussy—still swollen and glistening from her orgasm.
"You're gorgeous," I breathed, my eyes raking over her.
She bit her lip. "You haven't even seen the good parts yet."
I smirked, my gaze roaming lower. "Oh, I intend to explore every inch."
I reached for the hem of her dress, ready to peel it away and reveal her in all her glory. The fabric slid over her curves, baring her shoulders and the swell of her breasts. My fingers fumbled slightly with the clasp of her bra, my eagerness getting the better of me.
"Impatient?" she teased, her hands covering mine.
I paused, looking into her eyes. They were dark and heavy-lidded, her lips plump and slightly parted as she panted. Seeing her like this—spread out before me, naked and wanton—sent a surge of possessiveness through me. I wanted to claim every inch of her, to brand her as mine.
I pushed her hands aside gently and returned to my task, my fingers deftly unhooking her bra. With a slow, deliberate motion, I slid the straps down her arms, baring her breasts. They were perfect, full and round, topped with dusky pink nipples that begged to be sucked.
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