Page 118 of Resisting Isaac

She sucks in an audible breath. “It helps me not disappear. To stay grounded in who I am and what I feel.”

“How about I help you feel something right now,” I say, hearing the commanding tone my voice has taken.

I massage her inner thighs with both hands, working my way inward. The scent of her arousal combined with her bodywash or lotion or whatever it is nearly overtakes me. Memories of our first night together hit me so hard my cock threatens to punch its way out of my jeans.

“I worry I’ll lose myself if I don’t keep writing things down. That the real me will fade away, become invisible,”she admits softly, spreading her legs wider and letting her towel fall away from her body.

“You don’t have to worry about that, baby. You will never be invisible. Not to me. Not to anyone.”

I kiss her exposed nipples then because I can’t help myself. I scrape my teeth against them, sucking each one until she cries out in a pained sound of pleasure.

“I do worry about it,” she says breathlessly as I kiss my way down her torso to her now-throbbing clit. Her body convulses when I suck it into my mouth. She grips my chin with surprising strength to pause my ministrations.

“I’ve worked so hard for this career, and I want this baby, and I’m scared.”

Those fucking eyes of hers. They will be the death of me. When I see the vulnerability flashing in them, I want to give her every single thing I have. I want to tell her here and now what Ivy said I should.

“I’ve got you, spitfire.” I stare into the warm darkness of her gaze. “Let me show you that I can have your back. Just a little. You don’t have to give anything up. You don’t have to disappear, and you sure as hell don’t have to do this alone.”

She nods briskly. Says in a soft whisper, “Okay. Show me.”

I fully intend to. In every way she’ll let me. For the rest of my fucking life.

And then she’s reaching for me, pulling me to her.

We make quick work of removing my clothes as efficiently as possible.

I kiss, lick, and suck every inch of her flesh I can. She writhes and whimpers. Pleads with me to give her what she needs until I tongue-and-finger-fuck her through her first orgasm.

When I reach for a condom from my jeans, she pulls a face. “It’s not like I can getmorepregnant.”

I drop it on the table. “I’ve been tested. Recently. And I’ve never not used a condom.”

She nods. “Me too. And I trust you.”

My fucking heart might burst in my chest. Because I know what it takes for this woman to trust and it’s an honor I don’t take lightly.

I trust you.

It plays on a loop in my head.

She spreads wide for me, and I slide my bare cock inside her heat.

Fuuuuck.I groan in pleasure as I sink all the way inside her, until her body blocks me from going any farther.

I’m ruined. Fucking ruined forever because nothing and no one will ever feel like this woman, who was made for me.

I can’t even bring myself to be concerned about this because her pussy is gripping and clenching me so tightly, trying to pull me further in than her body will allow.

“Come inside me,” she pants. “I want to feel it. I want to feel all of you.”

Everything I’ve been holding back snaps like reins yanked too tight.

I lift her leg and prop her foot on the back of the couch so I can drive into her deeper.

“Take all of me, baby. Like a good girl. Or I’ll make you beg me to let you come.”

“Fuck,” she hisses. She bites her lower lip then smiles up at me and I see it.