Echos of the past

Chapter 65

Isla's cabin was a cozy retreat nestled in the woods, its wooden walls adorned with rustic decorations that spoke of her love for nature. As they entered, the scent of pine and lavender filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of Isla's favorite tea. The soft glow of a lamp cast warm shadows across the room, creating an intimate atmosphere.

Clark closed the door behind them, his eyes never leaving Isla's as he backed her against it. His hands found her waist, pulling her flush against him. Their lips met again, this time with a sense of urgency that had been building throughout the day. Clark's tongue delved into her mouth, exploring every inch as if seeking to memorize her taste.

"What does this mean?" Clark murmured between kisses, his voice thick with desire but also uncertainty. He paused, his forehead resting against hers, allowing them both a moment to catch their breath.

Isla's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing with thoughts and emotions she couldn't quite grasp. "I... I don't know," she confessed honestly, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. "But I don't want you to stop."

Her words seemed to ignite something within Clark. He kissed her again, more fiercely this time, as if trying to convey all the feelings he struggled to put into words. His hands roamed over her body, mapping out familiar yet new territories.

Isla's hands explored his muscular frame, feeling the strength beneath his shirt. She tugged at the fabric, eager to feel his skin against hers. Clark helped her, shrugging off his shirt to reveal the broad expanse of his chest, lightly dusted with blond hair.

As they stood there, bare-chested, Isla couldn't help but think about how much bigger Clark's c**k was compared to anyone she had been with before. The memory of him inside her, stretching her tight p***y, sent a shiver down her spine. She wanted that feeling again, craved it almost desperately.

Clark picked her up, his arms strong and sure, carrying her towards her bedroom. The cool air of the cabin brushed against her exposed skin, raising goosebumps across her arms and legs. He laid her gently on the bed, his blue eyes burning with a fire that matched her own desires.

He hovered above her, his weight supported on his elbows, careful not to crush her. Isla reached for him, her hands gliding down his back, urging him closer. Their bodies pressed together, skin against skin, the heat between them intensifying with each passing second.

Clark's hand trailed down her side, pausing at the edge of her panties. He looked into her eyes, seeking permission, and Isla nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. With a gentle tug, he removed them, tossing them aside.

Now completely naked, Isla felt vulnerable yet exhilarated. Clark's gaze raked over her body, his eyes darkening with lust. He lowered himself, peppering kisses along her collarbone, making his way down to her breasts. His tongue flicked out, circling her n****e, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.

Isla arched her back, her hands threading through his hair, pressing him closer. "Yes," she moaned, her voice hoarse with need.

Clark moved lower, his tongue tracing patterns on her stomach, igniting sparks of desire with each touch. When he finally reached her core, he paused, looking up at her with a mixture of tenderness and hunger.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his breath hot against her sensitive skin.

With one smooth motion, he buried his face between her thighs, his tongue finding her clit. Isla cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure as he expertly brought her to the brink. His fingers joined in, teasing her entrance, preparing her for what was to come.

As she neared her peak, Clark moved back up her body, positioning himself between her legs. He guided himself to her entrance, his c**k pulsing with anticipation. With a slow, steady thrust, he entered her, filling her completely.

Isla gasped, her nails digging into his back as she adjusted to his size. Clark held still, giving her time to become accustomed to him before slowly moving within her. Each stroke was deliberate, hitting all the right spots, sending shocks of pleasure radiating through her body.

Their movements grew faster, fueled by passion and desperation. Clark's grunts mingled with Isla's moans, the sounds echoing off the walls of the small cabin. They were lost in the moment, consumed by the physical connection that bound them together.

Clark shifted, changing the angle of his thrusts, eliciting a sharp cry from Isla. Her legs wrapped around his waist, urging him on, her body reaching for release. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, their tongues tangling as their bodies moved as one.

"Isla," Clark breathed against her ear, his voice raw with emotion. "I... I can't hold back anymore."

She could feel his climax approaching, the tension coiling tighter within him. "Don't," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Let go."

Clark's hands were firm as he lifted Isla, carrying her towards the bathroom. The air was filled with a moist warmth that hinted at the steamy shower they were about to enter. As he set her down gently on the tiled floor, the sound of water echoed softly, inviting them in.

The shower was spacious, the light from the bathroom filtering through the frosted glass door, casting a gentle glow around them. Clark reached out, turning the faucet until the water cascaded down in a warm, soothing stream. He stepped under the spray first, his muscles glistening as the water ran over his shoulders and down his chest.

Isla followed, her skin tingling as the hot water enveloped her. She watched as droplets rolled down Clark's body, tracing the contours of his muscles before disappearing into the drain. Her eyes met his, and she saw the desire burning brightly in their blue depths.

Without a word, Clark pulled her closer, his hands moving over her wet skin. His fingers trailed down her back, causing her to shiver despite the warmth of the shower. When his hands cupped her ass, she gasped, feeling the strength in his grip as he lifted her effortlessly.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, her core pressing against his hard c**k. The water sluiced between them, making everything slick and smooth. Clark held her gaze as he positioned himself at her entrance, slowly lowering her onto him.

Isla closed her eyes, relishing the sensation of being filled completely by him. Each inch of his length stretched her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. When he was fully inside, they both paused, savoring the moment.

Clark began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate under the cascading water. Isla could feel every movement, every shift of his hips as he watched her breasts bounce perfectly with each stroke. The sight was mesmerizing, the water creating a sensual dance around them.

His hands moved to her breasts, his thumbs circling her n*****s. The sensation was exquisite, heightened by the cool air hitting her wet skin. Isla arched into his touch, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"Clark," she moaned, her voice echoing off the tiles. "Yes, like that."

Encouraged, he intensified his movements, his c**k sliding in and out of her with a rhythm that built the tension within her. His fingers pinched and rolled her n*****s, sending electric shocks straight to her core.

The pleasure coiled tighter and tighter, until Isla felt herself on the edge of an intense orgasm. Clark seemed to sense it too, his pace quickening as he watched her face contort with ecstasy.

"Come for me, Isla," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Let go."

Her release crashed over her like a wave, her body convulsing around him as she cried out. Clark continued to thrust, his own climax building, his grunts mingling with her moans.

He held her tightly, his body shuddering as he spilled inside her, the intensity of their connection palpable even in the steamy confines of the shower. Water continued to pour down on them, washing away the evidence of their passion, leaving only the memory of this intimate moment between close friends turned passionate lovers.