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Fifty-Three: One day yes, not now

Isabella's POV

I looked up, my lips pounding, feeling swollen from tasting him. I had never done such a thing before, I was never comfortable before, with him I was, I didn't even have to think about it, I just wanted to do it, and quite frankly I enjoyed it. Wasn't he? Because he wanted me to stop. His hands grabbed my elbows, softly pulling me up to stand tall in front of him.

He looked at me with a smirk on his face, grabbing my hips to hold me in place. "I don't want to be selfish." He whispered before leaning in and placing his lips on my stomach, so softly yet so intense it was sending jolts of electricity to the most sensitive part of my body.

His smirk was telling me he indeed did enjoy it while I slid my hands around his neck, keeping his lips on my stomach, pouting them to touch my skin. "What does that mean?" I whispered, looking down at him, my eyes finding his, the way he looked up was enough to make my heart race faster.

"It means I want to pleasure you too, baby." Lukas whispered while kissing my stomach one more time, his eyes never leaving mine, his fingers eagerly digging into my hips. I want him so much, he's all I want. After his lips left my skin, he spun me around, almost making me lose balance, a squeal escaping from my core.

I stood between his legs, my back facing him as he still sat on the edge of the bed. His fingertips slowly moved over my hips to the side strings of my thong, his fingers hooking behind them; goosebumps spreading over my body like wildfire. He pushed the strings over my hips letting my underwear fall at my feet like a useless puddle. This were indeed pretty useless for what we were going to do.

Slowly and soft like stroking me with a feather, his fingertips moved up my knee to the inside of my thigh, his other hand holding my waist, giving me the notion to stay still like that. I felt the tingles and wetness between my legs as his fingers moved up the inside of my thigh, my core exploding when his fingertips suddenly rubbed my wetness, feeling exactly how much, he turned me on. "You're so fucking ready for me." He whispered before putting his lips to my spine, kissing the hollow of my back. I pouted when his fingers left me at the that pleasuring spot, only to put them on my hips, pulling me down to his lap, feeling his hardness touching me between my legs. I want it all I gasped when I felt it this close to me without rubber wrapping.

I leaned my back against his chest, his lips brushing over my shoulder as his hands slid up my back unclasping my bra before sliding the straps down my arms and letting it fall on the floor in front of us. His hands didn't hesitate to cup my breasts, massaging them with his palms. "You have no idea how perfect you are." He whispered in my ear as I let my head fall back against the crook of his neck. "Baby, there is not a single thing I don't like about you." He whispered, pasting his lips against the skin behind my ear while squeezing my breasts again, making me crazy with longing. His loving words made me melt like jelly and I wanted to say I felt the same about him, but he left me speechless, focused on his hands, on his movement, on his heartbeat beating against my back.

He surprised me by leaving my breasts, sliding his fingers down my stomach all the way to the inside of my thighs. "Lukas." I gasped, arching my back, eager to feel him inside me.

"Say you want me." He whispered with a husky voice; his lips pasted against my neck.

"I want you Lukas." I quickly replied, not even hesitating or carefully choosing my words. As soon as the sentence left my tongue his hands pulled my legs apart in his lap, making me feel his excitement against my wetness even more. One of his arms wrapped around my waist, keeping me steady on his lap. As he made it very easy for himself to access me, with every part of his body.

I was eager to feel his lips, so I titled my head to the side, my lips immediately connecting with his. I couldn't wait to brush my tongue over his but instead of giving me access he just smirked. "What?" I pouted against his lips. Instead of saying something I felt his hand move up from the inside of my thigh, meeting my wetness, rubbing them between my moist folds. I moaned against his lips when his fingers rubbed me, making me realize why he didn't kiss me back, I wouldn't be able between the moaning and groaning while he pleasured me so he brushed his nose over my cheek, his lips settling in the crook of my neck.