I don't know. I still have my doubts and worries.
“Just trust me. He will show up, and you both can talk about everything that happened between you in the morning.”
I know she is right, and it is late. “Okay. I'll call you Tomorrow,” I reply.
“You better,” Kylie jokes with a laugh.
I hang up the phone and sigh. I guess I better take her advice. I wrap myself in a blanket and curl up on the couch. It feels less lonely in here. I force my eyes closed, but nothing happens. My mind still races with the events of the day. I turn over and bury my face in the couch cushions, trying to think of calming things like water or the ocean. Nothing is helping. I turn on my back and look at the ceiling, then count sheep until my eyes get heavy. My mind still tries to fight, so I drift in and out of consciousness for a while.
The sound of the front door opening and closing makes me jump up. The blanket falls off me. I blink a few times then look at the door. Isaac is finally home. As he kicks off his shoes, I look at the clock. It’s two am. I'm shocked by the late hour, but I’m unsure of what to say or do.
Isaac turns like he is walking to the bedroom, but he notices me sitting on the couch. My heart pounds as we both stare at each other. Those same feelings are there.
Suddenly Isaac pulls me into his arms, his tongue pushing into my mouth. Both of us kiss each other with such urgency. My body heats up, and I’m desperate to feel all of him.
My dream comes true as he puts me into his lap, his hands cupping my breasts roughly while pushing up my shirt. I grind against Isaac’s crotch, ready to continue what we started earlier. He’s pulling off my clothes. I'm in a hurry to take his off. I want to feel his muscles again.
Once his shirt is off, and his bare skin is against mine, I can feel the heat of his body. It’s soothing and thrilling at the same time. Leaning back, Isaac pulls me down to the couch. Shifting slightly, I end up with my back on the soft pillows and the man of my dreams over me.
Isaac lays alongside me. His big, rough hands massage my breasts. The pulling feeling makes me want to moan, but then he does something I never experienced before. Scooting down, he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. The wet and warmth bowl me over. My body fills with tension, and my pussy gets wet.
“Oh, wow,” I moan, dropping my head back to the cushions. “I love that. It feels so good.”
He sits up and looks at me. “Let me really make you feel good, Mia.”
Isaac scoots down the couch. He flips my legs up, and before I can say anything, he puts his lips to my bare pussy. The feeling practically makes me jump out of my skin. I’ve touched my clit before, but never have I had a tongue down there.
As Isaac traces my lower lips, teasing my folds open and drinking in my juices, my head swims. It all feels too good. My pussy tightens, and I find my hips grinding into his face.
“Oh, God. Oh, gosh. Oh, my!” I rattle. “Stop, I can’t…” Not wanting to come yet. I try to push him away a little, but Isaac laughs and pulls my crotch closer to his mouth.
“I want you to come,” he orders.
I’m about to tell him I want to wait, but he slips one of his big, hard fingers into my pussy and starts rubbing onto something that makes me gasp. Between the stimulation inside and the twists of his tongue outside, I can’t hold back.
“Isaac,” I moan. “Oh, Isaac. You feel so good. I’m coming!”
My pussy throbs, gripping his finger tighter. Juices pour out of me, and he laps them up like they are water. Each lick makes my hips twitch and buck onto the stubble of his face.
Isaac pulls up. He rubs his face and gives me a half-lidded look. “That was for you. But now I’m going to take what I want.”
Pushing my legs farther apart, Isaac kneels between them. I’m so wet down there that he quickly slips his thick, stiff dick into me. Suddenly I’m full of him and covered by him. Holding onto the couch for support, Isaac starts to pump me hard and fast.
“You are so tight,” he mumbles through panting breaths. “You feel so good, Mia. I’ll never get over fucking you.”
I hold onto his waist as his thrusts shake me, gasping with delight. It feels so much better than earlier. There is more passion this time, more desperation like we are both prepared and know what we want. Each pump makes me wetter. I don't know how much more I can take, it's so good, but I also hope it never ends.