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I had never felt so warmly embraced. So secure. I could have stayed in this position forever.
"Thank you," Johnnie's mother Tabitha said then, with tears in her eyes. "Without the jump... Johnnie..." She didn't continue.
"Everything turned out fine in the end. I think Johnnie needs some ice cream. Then he'll soon be back to his old self." I didn't want an effusive thank-you speech. Not in this case.
"Ice cream," Johnnie called out when he heard the magic word and tried to free himself from his mother's arms. He seemed to have almost forgotten the scare from earlier. Tabitha thanked me once again before leaving with Johnnie.
"You need dry clothes too, Carter." Isabella still held me in her arms.
"So do you," I replied. "My suit isn't any drier, and now your dress is wet after hugging me so carelessly." Reluctantly, I moved away from Isabella a bit so she wouldn't get even wetter.
"I had to make sure you were okay." Isabella's eyes shimmered strangely. I'd never seen her like this before.
"Come on." I finally broke free from her embrace, stood up, and pulled her towards the house. "I'll show you my old room. We'll find something to wear there. We might look a bit out of place, but who cares."
"Then everyone will know you're a hero." Isabella looked up at me admiringly.
A short while later, I opened the door to my old room. The walls were covered with posters of quad bikes, boxers, and basketball players, along with photos of myself on a quad bike. These sports were still my passion today.
"I'm cold," Isabella murmured.
"Take off your clothes and use the blanket from the bed." As I said this, I opened the large antique wardrobe. A few old sports clothes were all that remained of my wardrobe here. Better than nothing.
I made a mental note to leave a tailored suit at my parents' house for the future. Just in case. You never knew what might happen.
Isabella came to my side, took a hanger from the wardrobe, and hung up her dress. "There. Now it'll dry quickly. Luckily it's a light fabric. I can wear it again this evening. Or maybe in half an hour."
I looked at her.
She was naked.
Completely naked.
She had even taken off her underwear.
Instantly, my cock stiffened.
And I reached for Isabella.
Gently, I stroked her cheek with one finger, caressed her ear and trailed down her neck, along her collarbone, and circled her breasts. First the left, then the right. Then I took her breasts in my hands. Kneaded them. Squeezed. First gently, then a bit harder. Then I brushed my thumbs over her nipples. They immediately stiffened under my touch. Isabella tilted her head back and moaned.
I loved how quickly and easily this woman could be aroused.
This body inspired me to ever new fantasies.
"Lie down," I whispered and slowly moved with Isabella towards the bed. "On your back." Isabella obeyed and spread her legs expectantly. I pulled her forward a bit, leaned down, and gently stroked her pearl with my tongue. I wanted to return the gift Isabella had given me recently, so I began to gently caress her pearl. I teased her with my tongue and my breath, and Isabella rewarded me with passionate moans. She spread her legs even wider and closed her eyes to fully give in to her arousal. My tongue explored Isabella's most intimate places and found ever more ways to heighten her pleasure. Until finally Isabella placed her hands on my shoulders, pressed her body deep into the mattress, and her moans escalated into passionate cries.
"Yes. Yes. Yes."
She came.
Isabella's skin began to glow from the orgasm.
Hastily, I shed my clothes. My cock was even stiffer than before, and so I quickly entered Isabella.
Finally.
We found our shared rhythm, which already felt familiar but was also excitingly new each time. Isabella wrapped her legs around me and arched her body towards me. With the next thrust, I penetrated even deeper into her. Isabella opened her eyes again and looked at me. I looked back. Lust sparkled in Isabella's brown eyes, which in turn aroused me even more. I thrust deeper. Isabella pressed against me.