Chapter 4
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Isabella
Oh god, the kiss feels right in so many ways.
If this is what Christy was talking about, then maybe she was right. I kiss Ledger back, hard, tasting the alcohol in his mouth and letting its intoxicating effect mingle between us.
His arms tighten around me but never in a way to make me feel indecent. All I do in his hold is melt like butter on a warm summer day.
Holding me around my waist, he lifts me off the ground and deepens the kiss. The strength and size of his body engulf me deliciously. I feel alive and functioning something that I have missed for so long.
I feel different and I so don’t want to stop here. We are full-on grinding against each other but I don’t feel ashamed about it. I love it, in fact.
Christy's words echo in my head. I can be this girl if I want to.
“Fuck..” He grinds out and the swear word sends shivers down my spine. Suddenly the ache in my belly is unexplainable, unbearable even.
Why have I never felt like this with Ray? That is a big question lurking in my head right now.
“This is amazing..” I whisper, nipping his jaw.
He draws back to look at me, “Damn it, Isabella, you are making this so difficult for me..”
I watch his eyes hooding with the same desire as me as he takes my mouth, almost biting painfully.
“Isabella..” He groans, “We are not doing this here..”
“Then?” I don’t believe the words that come out of me. I sound so desperate and needy to my own ears but I don’t care right at this moment.
“There is a hotel nearby..” He says finally pulling back. “I will book us a room?”
It is a question he is waiting for me to answer. And let me tell you, I would go anywhere with him right now. “Take me there..”
Before I know it, we are almost jogging out of the pub. As promised, the hotel is close by and we just have to cross a couple of buildings to reach it. He books us a room and in those few minutes, I manage to send a quick text to Christy, letting her know of my whereabouts.
Her response is the shocked Emoji and then a thumbs up.
I feel a bit guilty for ditching my friend back there but I am sure this would give her a chance to find someone for herself.
Excitement courses through me as Ledger pulls me towards the elevator and presses the button to our floor. I don’t pay attention to which floor he is taking me to because I am already in his arms. He is kissing me and simultaneously taking my breath away.
He knows how to turn my head, at what angle, and at what degree to go deep into my mouth with his tongue. When his taste explodes on my tongue, it’s like taking a hit of your favorite drug.
Every time his tongue swipes against mine, I moan. Every time he sucks on it, I whimper. And when he bites my lip, I jerk against him and whine which makes him growl into my mouth.
I bury my fingers into his hair and he pushes his body into me.
And yes, it’s wonderful.
The most wonderful thing I have ever felt.
I am so lost in the kiss, in Luca, that I don’t realize that he has already brought me to the room that he has booked for us. Ledger is unlocking the door but his mouth and the other hand are still on me, pressing, squeezing, and kissing.
I fight with his shirt buttons as he pushes me backward until the back of my knee hits the bed and even before I can blink, I fall onto it and with him hovering over me.
I can barely breathe when he presses me into the mattress with the weight of his body but I don’t dare to move. And when he pushes his pelvis into mine, still clothed, I arch my back of the bed.
The old me would have been mortified by how ho-like I was behaving.
“How many men, Isabella?” He utters as his large hand runs down my body, teasing my breast on its way.
“What?”
“How many men have you slept with before me?” His hands now dip into my dress and ride up my naked thigh.
“D-Does it matter?” I whimper.
“No..” I feel a bite on my shoulder, followed by a lick. “But I still want you to tell me..” Then another bite.
“I’m not telling you that..”
“Isabella..”
I gasp when I feel his fingers trail into the thin fabric of my panties and then reach a spot that has been craving his attention from the time I saw him. The pressure he puts there makes me whimper, and then he curls a finger inside me. I pant as tremors of pleasure rack my body.
A second later, he is adding another digit inside me, simultaneously pressing his thumb firmly to my core. My body continues to shake as he keeps pumping his fingers in and out of me.
“f**k, Isabella, you are gorgeous!!” His head dips to my neck, kissing my throat and collarbone where he sinks his teeth.
We are kissing, licking, touching, and sliding against each other until I come with a loud moan but that doesn’t stop him. He keeps working on me with his skillful hands and mouth.
I’m still trembling when he slowly sits up, pulling me with him, and begins to tug at my dress with urgency only I can understand. Lifting my arms over my head, I give him free access, and soon I’m lying bare under his gaze except for the flimsy pair of lace underwear.
I should be feeling shy considering the fact I have never shown my body to anybody before, even my boyfriend of three years but strangely I am not. I feel very bold tonight as I reach forward to unbuckle Luca’s belt.
My fingers are shaky and clammy and it’s a struggle before I succeed in my mission, and while I am doing it, Ledger hurriedly shrugs it off his wide shoulder and I am staring at his massive chest.
Massive and muscular.
Not to mention, he has got eight packs.
Eight.
Not six.
God, he is breathtakingly beautiful.
I don’t know if a man as strong and sturdy as Ledger could be called beautiful, but he is in a manly way.
Luca’s head lowers, his lips landing on mine while he works on the remaining pieces of clothes from our body.
For a second, I go completely still. Our skin is naked and flushed against each other, nothing in between us, not even air. I suck in a breath when I feel the tip of his manhood brushing against my weeping core. I don’t have to look down to know how big he is.
Big isn’t the right word actually.
He is monstrous and it should scare me but it excites me instead.
I didn’t know that I could be this needy.
Whenever Ray brought up how we should step up our relationship by being physically intimate, it always left a bitter taste on my tongue. I always believed I wasn’t ready for that kind of intimacy and that something was definitely wrong for not feeling to want it from my boyfriend. But now I understand the problem wasn’t with me. Look at me now.
How wanton I must sound and seem to Luca!
My body goes rigid when he pushes into me but stops abruptly.
Relax, I say to myself. But it doesn’t work.
“Isabella..” He says into my mouth, “Is there something you want to tell me?”
Biting my lips, I shake my head, “No..”
“Look at me..” He squeezes my waist and I finally open my eyes. “Have you had s*x before..”
“N-No..” I utter in a feeble voice. “Is that a problem?”
“Oh, Isabella..” He quickly pulls out of me and I whine, clearly not liking the loss of his body warmth.
“Don’t leave..” I almost beg. I am too far to let this go.
“I could have hurt you, sweetheart..” He frowns down at me with a mix of pain and worry marred on his face.
“You won’t. Please don’t stop now..”
He looks at me for a few beats. I worry that this beautiful thing between us might end here but sigh in relief, when he comes over me again, opening my legs wider this time.
“This might hurt a little..” He grits through his teeth.
“Just do it, Luca..” I encourage him and wrap my legs around his waist.
“God, Isabella..” He groans.
His nostrils flare.
His jaw clenches.
And with a growl and one powerful thrust of his hips, he does it.
There is pain, a lot of it. My body feels like it’s on fire but it’s nothing that I can’t handle. He doesn’t move for a while until I start writhing under him, rubbing my need center against his hardened length.
‘Please..” I beseech.
His trembling hands are framing my face and wiping the tears that I didn’t even know I was shedding. “I’m sorry that I hurt you, sweetheart..”
“But it’s that all bad..” I say.
With that assurance, he begins to move at a controlled pace. The pain is slowly being replaced by my pleasure and all I am aware of is this need.
This intense and potent need to move.
To grind and writhe under him.
“Ledger..” I whisper his name like a mantra.
“Yes, baby. That’s it. Come for me..” And his words of encouragement undoes me
With hard but erratic thrusts and his head thrown back, he comes inside me. I have never known something as erotic as this when I feel my insides coated with him. For a good few minutes, we lay there panting and catching our breaths.
Then I feel him kissing my neck, chest, and every other place on my body that he can reach before we slack against each other’s body with exhaustion.
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