The Shelby Baby

Chapter 16 - Hidden desires

Jennifer's pov:
I stood boredly while fake smiling pretending to be entertained by the two older men in front of me. One of the men was boasting about a hunt he had a few months ago, something with a snake and a fox. I wasn't listening, just staring at their mouths and nodding once in a while. I felt a hand wrap around me and looked up. Isaiah. ''If you could excuse her, she has matters that need to be tented'' Isaiah said, guiding me away towards the kitchen. I turned around ''so what do I need to attend?'' I asked looking around, while Isiah pulled me against him ''Me'' he said kissing me. Grabbing his neck we started making out. Isaiah grabbed my waist and lifted me on the counter. Opening my legs so he could stand between them giving us a better angle for kissing. Pulling away for a breather I said ''My saviour', protector of boring conversations'' I smiled making Isiah goofily smile ''I'll always protect you'' we gazed into each other's eyes. I slid off the counter and grabbed his arm pulling him with me towards my room.

As we stepped into my room, my heart pounded with a mixture of anticipation and nervous excitement. The door clicked shut behind me. Turning around to face Isiah, he was already watching me with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. Isiah's eyes never left mine as he stepped closer, closing the distance between us. He gently brushed a strand of hair away from my face, his touch tender and electrifying. I felt my breath hitch as he leaned in, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that was both gentle and demanding. I put my hands on his shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. I could feel the heat of his body through the material, sending a rush of desire through my veins. Isiah's hands roamed my back, pulling me closer until our bodies were pressed together, the kiss deepening as the world outside my room ceased to exist. My mind was a whirlwind of sensation. The way Isiah's lips moved against mine, the feel of his hands exploring my curves, the rapid beating of my own heart—it was all I could focus on. I unbuttoned his shirt, needing to feel his skin against mine. Isiah broke the kiss just long enough to pull his shirt and coat off. While I marvelled at the sight in front of me, his toned muscles illuminated by the moonlight. My own clothes seemed to melt away as Isiah undressed me, his touch reverent and hungry all at once. When we were both bare, he guided me to the bed, laying me down with a gentleness that contrasted with the fiery desire in his eyes. My skin tingled wherever he touched, each caress igniting a new flame of longing. His lips traced a path down my neck, over my collarbone and lower. Leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I arched into him, threading my hands through his hair, urging him on. Every touch, every kiss, was a promise, a testament to the passion we shared. When he finally entered me, the world narrowed to just the two of us. The rhythm we found was perfect, a dance of mutual need and pleasure. His movements were slow and deliberate at first, allowing us both to savour the moment. Each thrust sent a ripple of pleasure through me, building a sweet tension that coiled tighter with every passing moment.

Gasping my body responded to him in ways I hadn't known were possible. His hands roamed my body, exploring every curve and hollow as if trying to memorise it. I felt each caress as a spark, igniting a fire within me. His lips found mine, the kiss deepening the intimacy between us, our breaths mingling in the heated air.

Every thrust, every whisper of my name, drove me higher until it felt like I might shatter from the intensity of it all. " mhmm so tight for me", Isiah responded in a rough voice filled with desire. Sending shivers down my spine. He moved faster now, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. The pleasure inside building up, each movement pushing me closer to the edge. The climax built slowly, a sensation that finally broke over me like a wave. My body arched against Isiah's as I cried out his name. The intensity of it overwhelmed me, every nerve ending alight with pleasure as I was swept away by the force of my release. Isiah followed moments later, his own climax a mirror of mine. He held me tightly, our bodies locked together in a moment of pure, shared bliss. The world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the two of us. I rested my head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart as our breathing slowed. The warmth of his embrace and the lingering pleasure lulled me to sleep. This was more than a fleeting moment of passion; it was the beginning of something deep and beautiful.