A Lovers Revenge

Chapter Eighteen

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Chapter 18

Last night was unimaginable. I was floating on cloud nine. My beautiful angel lay sleeping in my arms. I kissed her forehead, poor thing was knackered from being up all night. After my emotional moment with my mother I came back to Isabelle laying naked back on the bed with her legs spread wide. Her finger motioned in a come hither motion. I stalked towards her, taking my clothes off with each step. I entered her in one swift moment, thrusting into her hard and fast. She moaned my name numerous times. I was in an orgasmic bliss for the next couple of hours. Images of Isabelle’s naked body bent over and wrapped around me played through my mind in an endless loop.

Isabelle moaned and turned on her back in her sleep, her breasts bounced when she instantly sat up.

“What happened?” I sat up beside her and held her close.

She shook her head and ran out the bed. I chased after her; she turned to slam the bathroom door on my face.

I knocked. “Babe? What’s wrong?” I asked, concerned.

I could hear her puking through the shallow door; I sat on the bed, my hands running through my hair.

A sudden realisation hit me hard.

Could she be? But we used protection…didn’t we. I thought back to last night. Fuck. Didn’t use a condom. I can’t be a father, not at this age. She couldn’t be pregnant overnight…could she? My mind raced back to each time we had sex…I can’t remember, there were too many incidents.

I sat silently, waiting for Isabelle to come out the bathroom.

The thought of her being pregnant raced through my mind, inside I was panicking and shaking but on the outside I played it cool.

“Isabelle?” I asked as she walked out holding her stomach.

“Yeah?”

“Are you…” I raised an eyebrow and tilted my head towards the direction of her stomach.

She laughed, not a light giggle but a full on Isabelle laughter. Her laughter bounced off the walls and dashed outside, through the halls and back.

“I’m not pregnant, sheesh! I had a sore stomach; I’ve been on birth control pills since ages. I haven’t missed a pill. Don’t be ridiculous” she laughed.

“Ridiculous yeah” I bit my lip.

I glanced at the floor and then back up at her. She was looking at me, biting her bottom lip. I noticed her eyes widen as she realised how she must have sounded.

“I’m sorry, did you…oh god I sounded like such a bitch” she babbled.

I sighed and went over to hug her; she wrapped her arms around my neck and looked into my eyes.

“Sorry for assuming, I guess I thought wrong, but I’m glad you’re on birth control…even though you’ve mentioned it before I just wasn’t sure” I kissed her.

She hugged me tightly whispering “I love you” in my ear.

“Are you feeling better?”

“Yeah much better, I think it was something I ate last night. Nothing to worry about” she assured me.

I nodded and pressed my forehead against hers.

Her eyes bore deep into my soul, her right hand stroked my cheek in a loving manner.

“I think we should wake your mother up for breakfast” she whispered.

“I think its best I have my breakfast first…” my eyes ran up and down her body, “You know how I am when I’m hungry” I smirked.

Her eyes devoured me; lust overtook everything she was feeling. Slowly she took off my boxers and pulled me by the hand towards the bed.

I let go of her hand and chased her around the hotel room before I bombarded myself on top of her and shimmied on her body.

“You smell, go shower” she laughed.

“This smell is irresistible baby…you know that”.

“Would you rather I shower or take you on this floor?” I raised an eyebrow.

Just as I was about to get up she grabbed me by my neck and plunged my lips down on hers. Her tongue raped mine; I chuckled as she tried to get me inside her by wrapping her legs around my hips. I lay on top of her, not moving and letting her do all the work. She was a feisty thing; she gave up trying to get me to touch her and just kept attacking my mouth. She molested me if I admit, it was an amusing scene. I wanted to touch her, to claim her one more time before we head out but watching her infuriate was too entertaining to give up. She sucked on my tongue and bit at my bottom lip, the moment she clawed at my ass I gave up. I attacked her, barraging her mouth in an unhealthy fashion. She smiled against my lips, burying her head in my neck and holding onto me tight. I pounded into her in one stroke, balls deep. I moved in and out her body, our sweat slicked bodies moving in motion to one another. With my hands on either side of her face, I collapsed on top of her. Unable to move, we lay on the floor trying to catch our breath. I swear my stamina has to have increased with all the sex she’s making me have. I got up and held my hand out to help her off the floor. She didn’t get up; she smiled looking up at me. She pointed to the bathroom.

“What? You have to go?” I questioned.

“No…you have to shower” she giggled.

I chuckled and ran in for a quick shower. The warm water cascaded down my body; I watched the soapy water disperse down the drain. I dried off and pulled on a pair of boxers.

I opened the door to a waiting Isabelle. She looked ravishing, she had a sleeveless summer dress which ended just mid – thigh. A small delicate chain hung from her neck. Her blond hair had been put into a messy bun; a loose strand of hair hung down the side of her face. Her fringe was moved to one side and pinned with a white flower. Her flip flops made loud smacking noises with the floor and the bottom of her foot as she walked over to the balcony. Loud music pounded through the room. Isabelle took out her black shades and buried them in her hair; on top of her head.

I shoved on a white t shirt and a pair of blue shorts and walked up behind her.

I wrapped my arms around her and inhaled her strawberry scent.

We stood in silence, watching the scene unfold before us. It was the 25th, meaning a pool party was taking place at the resort. Teenagers flooded the pools and the deck chairs, many of them stood in line for their turn at the slides. It was packed out completely, I was going to suggest a quite night in when Isabelle spoke.

“I can’t wait to go, when should we get there?”

I looked sideways at her and smiled.

“Don’t you just want a quite night in?” I asked, hoping she’d say yes.

As always, the exact opposite happened.

“No, I want to enjoy myself…we are teenagers ourselves. Maybe your mother would want a quite night in” she laughed.

I groaned, “But we don’t have an invite”

She turned to face me and pointed a finger in my direction.

“Listen here Zac, we are going to that party and we are going to have the best fucking time ever! We are here to make memories and be free. This is what you call freedom and fun! I want to let my hair down and party like there’s no tomorrow and get wasted, not too wasted that I end up sleeping in my own puke” she giggled. “And our invite is in the draw, so don’t make excuses”.

I nodded and kissed her cheek.

“You’re so demanding” I joked.

“Which is why you love me so shush” she grinned.