Isabella could still not get a proper grip of herself. His words earlier… they shifted a lot within her and then his crazy touch came after, lighting her skin up. And he hadn't used his hands yet.

As Charles nibbled at the skin of her neck again, she let out another small moan and as her hands went to grab a mass of his hair, she recalled his words again. He had said he loved her.


It was not the first time he would be saying it to her, but like the first time, it felt surreal to hear him say those heart aching words. But she was glad. Everything within her danced crazily as she recalled his words all over again. Her whole body yearned for him even more.

And Charles did not miss the message she was sending as she raised her lower waist slightly, almost bumping his groin.

"You'll have to be patient baby girl." The slight roughness of his chin rubbed through her neck, his voice husky. "This will be painfully and amazingly slow."


"Charles…" He locked eyes with her and sent her a smile. Maintaining that action, he slid down slowly making her feel a bit of him and she wanted him to already do more.

"Ssh." His hands had already skillfully raised her gown above her lower body, so she was halfway exposed to him. "Don't talk my love," he said before sniffing her right thigh. He didn't stop there. Like he was tracing a scent, he sniffed all the way to a point so close to her wanting center. What turned Isabella crazy was the way his heavy breath tickled her skin.


It was just so good.

"Charles…" she begged again. She wanted him inside her already.

"Shh." He did the same for the other thigh, making sure to stroke the other as slowly as he could. When he was done, he looked up at her and slid back up, his arms on both sides of her head rested on the hard floor for support. "Hey Bella," he sensually called, intruding the night which was already getting filled with small moans and heavy gasps.

"Hi-" The approaching response from the woman was pushed back with a kiss. She was about to pull his head closer when he broke the kiss and went back down there. But this time, he gave her center a long lick through her cotton panties. "Charles…"

She was almost crying as he repeated it again, his tongue sliding as slowly as it could along her wetness. Bucking her hips towards him couldn't be helped since he kept doing it. Screaming his name at a point could not be helped too.

Within the gasping and moaning, Charles managed to have her get her gown off. When that was successful, he stopped what he was doing and quietly took her bra off. Now, all that was left was her panties which she wished he would get rid off soon.

Still hovering over her, he took one of her breasts and slowly caressed. While he did that, Isabella's hands was already working on taking off his shirt. It would be nice to have his bare chest against hers.

Skin to skin with her man… that was a good thing.

"Ohh…" she moaned again as he took a nipple with his tongue. But that was just a tease. The tongue rested and his teeth took over, gently rubbing her taut bud between them. "Please Charles…" she begged as she finally managed to get his shirt tossed somewhere. "Take me now."

She rubbed her hands through his back.

Not a word came from him. He looked so focused on what he was doing. When he took her other breast, his hand traveled to her center and he flicked his fingers through her wetness and she totally lost it.

Her hands hurrying to his trousers, she begged even more, "Please Charles." She could tell he was hard, it was so obvious. So why was he delaying the anticipated moment so much.

She really needed him inside her.

He said nothing still and went from pleasuring her boobs to trailing peppered kisses all over her abdomen.

"Please…" she really was about to cry. Her entire body was in need of his shaft inside her. Their heats needed to meet then would she finally feel less ignited.

His non-response drove her even crazier.

Charles stopped his exploration on her abdomen and went to her heat again but that was after his eyes made contact with her pleading ones, a smirk coming from him. He took off her panties and she was finally bare.

Charles did not waste time, he gave her a small lick causing her to shake a bit. Then his tongue poked her nerved bud over and over again. Each time, she let out a small cry, it really was painfully good.

"Charles…" she complained as he left her wetness and got up. But the sad look in her hands changed when she realized he was just taking off his own restrictions. Still sprawled on the floor, she watched as he silently took his briefs off before throwing it to a corner, his hard look making him look so sexy.

When his eyes caught hers watching him as seriously as possible, he smirked and took a seat on the floor to her surprise. Sitting up wasn't easy but she got to it and confusedly asked, "Are you stopping?"

He couldn't. His hardness was already calling her.

"Come here," he said as intensely as possible and she almost jumped with joy. With rapid movements, she was soon in front of him, their eyes locked. As she waited for his next move, he took her by surprise by lifting her off the floor and entering her as slowly as possible.

"Oh… Charles…" her voice shook as she adjusted to his length. It was finally happening. She was finally going to get that sexual tension released.

"Don't move yet," he commanded as she shifted a bit. She did as he said and waited for him to do something. But she could not lie, him being inside her just like that did enough. "Bella?"

"Yes, Charles?"

"I…" His hips lifted hers and he gave a single stroke, her face instantly wearing pleasure. "Love you." Then it began. With slow yet impactful strokes, he went in and out of her.

"Charles…" She gripped his firm shoulders as things exploded with her.

"Don't stop looking at me," he said, increasing his pace after, a small scream coming from the woman. "Look at me love. Okay?" She surprisingly had the strength to nod.

Within those lovely and sexy eyes of his, she could read a lot of love and it made more explosions go off inside her, shifting her closer to the final point.

"Bella…" The way he groaned her name before burying his face in the swells on her chest, it made her lose it. She was going to wait a bit but she needed that final destination to appear.

"Charles… faster." She initiated a pace but he stopped her, taking full control. Almost whining, she dug into his skin. He had changed his angle and he slipped in and out of her grip in a manner that assured a spot was hit again and again.

"Are you close?" he hoarsely asked as he held her tightly and went even faster.

"Yes…" It was very close. She could already feel her legs going weak.

"Good." A kiss followed his word. A gasp from her broke it. With more slapping sounds ensuing and filling the room, Isabella could tell even Charles was close.

"Charles… Yes!" she cried some more. "Yes. I love you! I love you Charles…" Then it came, the release. It made her shake with pleasure. She felt really good.

"Bella…" Charles himself groaned, stopped his movements and soon she was filled with his fluids. "I love you Bella." Their sweaty bodies glued together and Isabella smiled.

There was no doubt, she belonged in those arms of his. Closing her eyes in relief, she replied, "I love you too."

Then, from that moment his hold was all she needed.