THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY BOOK TWO (I'll Never Love Again) (girlxgirl)

CH.EIGHTEEN

'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

_Alfred Lord Tennyson

LESLIE'S POV

"You have an amazing place," she said slumping on my bed, getting comfortable. I was a little nervous that she'd suggested that we come over to my place but I guess I was beating myself too much about nothing.

"It's not amazing when compared to yours," I let out in a small laugh. It was true, Isabelle had everything she could ever wish for. Her house, actually her mansion dripped with pure elegance. Having grown up without having the privilege to live in such places, to me her life was the dream. Maybe that's why I got myself involved with Eric in the first place, maybe I just wanted to get a taste of the good life.

That was the dumbest move I ever made.

"It's still nice in my eyes," she gave me a toothy smile. One that reached her eyes and melted my heart. I wished that we could have met under different circumstances, but oh well wishing that now doesn't help.

"Is there anything that's not nice in your eyes?"

She squinted her eyes, biting her upper lip in thought, "There's a lot actually, but I don't want to get into that."

I went over to my closet, took out new clothes and threw them on the bed. I could feel Belle's eyes on me, it made me anxious a bit. Especially since today we hadn't actually planned what we were going to do, and she was on my bed. It's not like she was going to sleep with me, I highly doubted that; but I still couldn't shake off what I was feeling.

"I'm going to take a shower, I won't be long," I told her as I made my way to the bathroom. I was going to try to take a little bit longer so I could pass time, but I didn't have to tell her that right?

She answered back with her concentration already on her phone, "It's alright, I'll wait."

Was it the answer that I wanted to hear? Definitely not. It was starting to claw on my heart, the fact that she hadn't made any move to show me that she wanted me. The feeling was starting to become unbearable but I couldn't do anything about it. I went inside my bathroom, stripping myself bare and got in the shower. The coldness of the water made me shudder a little, but my body felt at ease once I stayed a bit longer under the water. I couldn't stop my mind from wandering though, I pictured Isabelle with me, I pictured her hands travelling throughout my whole body. The erotic thoughts flooding my mind caused my hands to wander along my skin. I softly touched myself, slowly making my way to the only place that needed attention. I envisioned Isabelle's lips on mine, I visualized her tongue playing with my clit; I imagined her in the shower with me.

"You're so beautiful."

I was even hearing her goddamn sexy voice. The voice that woke butterflies in my stomach everytime, the voice I never wished to forget, the voice I always anticipated to hear every single day. If it wasn't for the warm body that pressed against my back, causing me to panic; I would have never woke up from my day dreams and came to the reality that I wasn't imagining her voice; she'd walked right inside the bathroom and judging from how her body was pressed on mine and how my skin felt hers, I knew she was naked.

"Anderson, what are you doing?," I questioned her, not even daring to turn and allow her brown eyes to make me fall harder into their web.

Her fingers traced my hip bones, her body pressed harder against my back causing me to have my front pressed against my bathroom glass walls. I felt her breath fan the skin of my neck before her teeth grazed it, making me quiver.

"Getting wet," she seductively responded. I let out a shaky breath as her lips fell on my skin, leaving butterfly kisses. Her hands slowly moved to my thighs, taking their time to get high up again. A lot of emotions ran through my body, I was suddenly nervous although I was also excited. I was a little afraid too, suddenly wondering if this was the right thing to do. Although I'd wanted this, it was taking a huge step forward. I was allowing her to have me, I was giving her the right to control me. But maybe it was worth it, maybe I truly, madly, deeply, wholeheartedly, needed this.

Her fingers finally reached my core, I sucked in a breath. I felt her massage it, circling my clit, almost making me scream her name. If she wasn't behind me I would have dug my nails on her body, scratched the hell out of her. But she was the one in control, she had me at her mercy. Her fingers slowly moved to their original destination, easily sliding inside me because I was already wet. I lowly moaned as she moved inside me, at first at a slow pace but then increasing her speed making me lose my mind. Her free hand fell on my breasts and she took it upon herself to stimulate my already perked nipples. Her touch made my body scream for more. Her fingers drove me wilder, in all my life, no one had ever had me so sexually aroused.

My core tightened, my heart thudded in my chest and my body shook. Her fingers didn't stop pleasing me, she fucked me harder. If it wasn't for her other hand that held me, I would've collapsed to the floor cause I honestly doubted that my legs could hold me anymore. Moans escaped from my mouth, filling the whole bathroom. The harder she fucked me, the harder the build up was. The more she fucked me, the more I lost control of myself. And before I knew it, it happened. My legs gave in, making me almost drop to the ground but she held me closer to her. I heavily breathed and the warm liquid escaping from my vagina poured out, going down my thighs. Isabelle dug her head right between my shoulder and neck, kissing my skin once in a while as I experienced the greatest orgasm of my life.

A tear escaped from my eye as I tried to get myself together. I stayed pushed against the wall; I honestly couldn't control all the emotions that had attacked my body all at once. I couldn't believe that Isabelle had fucked me, and how much I wanted her to do it all over again.

No words were shared between us as I got over my high, my mouth couldn't form anything. She gently turned me around to face her. Her gaze made me weak, it made me want to tell her the whole truth; it made me want her to myself, all of her. Isabelle made me want her, unlike Eric; she made me not want to stop her from touching me. She made me fall inlove with her.

"Why are you crying?," she asked, her hands softly falling on my cheeks. I didn't know if I could be able to let out any words. It scared me how much effect she was having on me.

"I love you Anderson," I ended up saying, and was more than happy when her lips fell on mine right after 'cause I wouldn't have survived her saying back those deadly three words. It was the truth though, my emotions were no longer part of Eric's game. I was falling inlove with Isabelle and I was falling hard. I had no choice but to, love cannot be controlled and it was better for me to enjoy these moments, moments of being loved before it all faded. Because I knew it would when Isabelle found out the truth.

How I wished Eric would just die before the truth came into the picture!