Charming Isabella (10 page)

She blushed and felt a rush of arousal.
She fed him another grape and took another step. “I would like to serve you, Coleman.” His eyes turned darker as he understood her message. The last of the grapes was tossed aside, as he lifted her and laid her back onto the blanket. He covered her mouth with his and was soon kissing her until she thought she’d die. Her arms clung to him as she pressed her body up against his. He pulled away only briefly, in order to look down into her eyes.

“
Are you sure, Bella? I don’t think saying whoa will work this time. I want you too much.” She blushed but answered by sitting and lifting the hem of her shirt. He watched as she skimmed it off. Her bra did little to contain her full breasts and he was soon kissing them, tongue dipping between.

She moaned louder, desperate and aching for more.
“Please, oh, please,” she moaned as his mouth found her nipple. It was rock-hard. She felt like she was burning up and yet continued to try to get even closer to him.

He moaned and sat back to look down at her.
He grinned and helped her to sit only long enough to reach behind her and unsnap her bra. She started to reach up, but he said, “Let me, Bella.” She moaned with arousal, wanting him to hurry. He didn’t hurry. Instead he slowly began to ease her bra down her arms, kissing her skin along the way. He loved hearing her groan. “You are mine Isabella, every sexy, beautiful inch of you.” She shuddered, her mind spinning that this incredible man wanted her. Despite knowing her past, he was being the most gentle and yet demanding lover she had ever had. Never had her body quivered as it was doing now; never had her heart pounded as hard, and never before had she felt that she was going to both melt in arousal and explode at the same time. She whimpered, and he grinned against her skin. She reached down to tug at his shirt, but he simply captured her hands in his and held them behind her back.

She moaned again
. Desire was flooding through her. She desperately wanted him to take her. His mouth was like lava against her skin. She was struggling to let herself go, to allow herself to feel as she used to before Bryan. She shuddered again, trying to convince herself that it was okay that her heart had started to pound harder, her pussy to drip even more when he pinned her arms. She loved—and hated—his control.

Coleman felt her shudder.
He lowered the bra to beneath her breasts and proceeded to drive her further down the road to insanity by trailing his tongue across the very edges of her breasts and then blowing across the wet trail. She felt her panties grow even wetter as she surged up into his mouth. He placed his mouth around one turgid nipple and very slowly drew on it. She arched her back, her hands pulling against his.

He heard her whimper
, but she didn’t speak. He looked up and saw her eyes closed, her body tense. A glimmer of doubt entered his mind. She seemed to want this, yet he felt something wasn’t quite right. He whispered, “Bella, look at me.” She shuddered as she barely heard his words. When she didn’t open her eyes, he said, “Isabella, honey, open your eyes.”

She finally did, her eyes finding his.
He saw confusion in her eyes and he slowly released his hold on her hands. She whimpered and closed her eyes again, disappointment flooding through her. Coleman didn’t want her; she was demanding too much. He saw a tear slide down her cheek.

He immediately gathered her onto his lap, cradling her against his chest.
“Bella, talk to me.” She shook her head. He felt her body shake. “Oh baby, please talk to me. Let me help you.” She still didn’t speak. He took a deep breath and held it in order to reign in his urge to shake her until she responded. He let out his breath slowly and then just began to gently stroke her arms and her back.

After several minutes
, he felt her relax. “Can you talk now?” She gave him a slight nod. “Good girl. Remember, you are safe in my hands.” Those words seemed to penetrate her heart. She shifted against him and was shocked to feel his cock still stiff under her. How could he be erect if he didn’t want her? She took a chance and looked up into his face. Instead of any sort of negative judgment, all she saw was concern and love.

“
I… I didn’t mean to… to act slut… slutty.” He was absolutely shocked. Of all the thoughts that had gone through his mind, this sentence would never have occurred to him. She watched his face and saw the surprise. She blushed and looked down. She gasped as she realized her breasts were still bare, her bra pushing them up into even more prominence. Not only must he think she was acting slutty, she now looked the part. She reached down to tug the fabric back into place. Coleman recovered and captured her hand in his.

“
Don’t.” She froze and then shuddered as he tugged the fabric back down until it didn’t cover her. “I love your breasts, Bella.” She blushed and then moaned as his thumb rolled across her nipple. “Bella, look at me.” She slowly met his eyes, conscious that he had continued to gently stroke her breasts. “Tell me why you would say that.” She shook her head, unable to even articulate her fears. He continued to stroke her but knew she needed something more, something firmer. He said a quick prayer and then deepened his voice. “Isabella, I’ll give you another second to talk to me before I turn you over and spank you until you decide to trust me.”

Her eyes widened.
Still she hesitated, until he started to lift her off his lap. Her hands reached out to wrap around his neck, “No… please.”

He looked down
at her. “Start talking, or I’ll start spanking.”

She was biting her lower lip
, but as he lifted her again, she blurted, “Okay. I’ll talk.” He nodded and settled her back down, his arm around her waist and his hand returning to stroke her breasts.

“
Do you want me, Bella?” She nodded and involuntarily squirmed on his lap. He bit back a moan as her little bottom teased his cock. “Good, sweetheart, now trust me.”

She
took a deep breath and began. “I didn’t mean to push you, Coleman; I was acting slutty… I was trying to get you to do what I wanted. I’m sorry, I know I should just let you do what you want… give you what you need.”

Again
, he was shocked. He knew this woman was no stranger to submission, but this was ridiculous. He might be a dominant but only when the woman truly enjoyed that lifestyle and only when it enhanced both their sexual desires. “Bella, you are the total opposite of slutty. Why in the hell would you think that I am not concerned with your pleasure as much as my own?”

He watched as she blushed all over.
“I want you with all my heart, Sir…. I just… just want to please you.”

His temper finally got the best of him.
“Isabella! That’s bullshit!”

Her eyes widened
, but he had to get to the heart of the matter. “I’m sor….”

“
Stop! Don’t you dare apologize, unless it is for not trusting me.” Her mouth opened and then closed at the look on his face. “I am not looking for a sex slave, Isabella. I don’t see you as my servant and definitely don’t see you as a slut. I can’t even begin to understand why you would think I would. I enjoy sex; I enjoy it a lot, but I don’t enjoy it if my partner doesn’t. You were fine in the beginning; you seemed to enjoy what we were doing.” He saw her color deepen, and she nodded. He thought back to their encounter. “Come to think of it, you were awfully quiet, though. Was I going too fast? Doing something you didn’t want—didn’t enjoy?” She shook her head, and he felt her nipple tighten under his still-stroking finger. It seemed that she did enjoy it.

A
light bulb seemed to go off in his head. “You froze after I pinned your arms Isabella; you tried to take my shirt off, and I pinned your arms behind you.” She squirmed and blushed again. He suddenly realized that he had frightened her with his taking control of her arms, but the nipple under his thumb was now rock-hard; her breathing has quickened and she squirmed against his cock again. “I will restrain you often, Isabella. I like controlling you. Look at me, Bella.” She raised her eyes to his—the want, the need evident in them. “You like to be controlled, don’t you?” She nodded and whimpered. “It’s that asshole, Bryan isn’t it?” Her eyes widened and she nodded. “Oh Bella, baby. I’m not Bryan.”

She felt his pain and whispered
, “I know…. I know you’re not. I’m trying to forget what he did; I’m trying, but it… it’s hard. Please, please don’t give up on me.”

He enfolded her in both arms, rocking her against him as she sobbed against his chest.
He understood what she hadn’t said. She wanted sex, but the kind of sex Bryan had allowed her wasn’t the good kind. She was ashamed of her needs and her darker desires. He wished he could smash his fist into the asshole’s face. Instead, he used his hands to stroke and comfort the damaged woman in his arms. He knew he needed to erase those memories, to prove that he not only wanted her, she was the only one for him. He allowed his hand to slip between them and began stroking her breast again. She shuddered and pressed herself into his hand. She needed definite confirmation that what she wanted wasn’t perverted; she wouldn’t be free until she was convinced of that.

“
I’m going to take you, Isabella. I’m going to claim you as mine.” She squirmed and then moaned as his fingers closed around a nipple, pinching it tightly. She shuddered as he released it, only to roll and then pinch it again. He continued to play, moving from nipple to nipple until she was moaning and whimpering.

He waited until she finally moaned,
“Yes… oh please, Cole, please….” He had her flat on her back in an instant, her hands once again held in his above her head. He moved down to capture her nipple in his mouth. She arched into him. He knew she was begging for release, but he simply moved his mouth to her other nipple. He was staking his claim and was determined to erase any other man’s touch. She would remember this first time for as long as she lived, if he had anything to do with it.

“
You are mine, Bella; your breasts belong to me and only me.” She moaned again, his words and the sound of his voice flowing over her. He moved back to tease and suckle at her breasts, gently biting her nipples. She felt her climax building and couldn’t believe it. Never before had a man caused her to come with breast play alone. It had been so long—years, truly—since she had wanted anyone this desperately. He was going to kill her before he ever took her pants off. He finally tossed the bra aside but didn’t yet move lower. He returned to her breasts, his tongue swirling around each bud, alternating between biting and suckling. When he drew one into his mouth and rolled it against his tongue and then held it tight against the roof of his mouth, she exploded. She screamed and bucked against him. Coleman was shocked, to say the least. He smiled against her skin and placed gentle kisses all over her chest. She was breathing hard and whimpering. He felt her gradually relax as she sank back down onto the blanket.

He finally lifted his head and said
, “That was absolutely the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, Isabella.” She groaned and slowly opened her eyes. They were full of wonder as they met his. She blushed and started to look away. “Don’t baby. Look at me.” She forced her eyes back to his and saw the desire in them. “You are beautiful, Bella, and I promise that was only the first.” Her cheeks flushed even more, but she nodded and finally smiled. He bent forward to kiss her and released her hands.

She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, her hands buried in his black hair.
She found she was already needy again. She tugged at the hem of his shirt and he chuckled. “Okay, okay baby.” He sat back and pulled his shirt off; her hands fluttered at his chest. She touched him gently at first, his muscles hard against her skin. She ran her hands across him again and then was delighted to find his own nipples hard. She gently pinched each one and he groaned. “Naughty, naughty,” he whispered and heard her giggle. He laid her back down and tried to remove her boots. As he tugged them, she laughed and then clamped her hands over her mouth. He grinned, “Stop, I’m trying to seduce you.”

She laughed louder and finally sat up and helped him with her shoes.
“I think that’s already a given, Sir. You not only seduced me, but I’m one ahead, if my math skills are good.” His grin widened, and after he finally set her boots aside, he removed her socks. He began to kiss her feet and she immediately was lost in laughter, tugging her feet away. He looked up and grinned, “Ticklish?” She nodded as she continued to laugh and roll back and forth on the blanket. He released her tiny feet and took the opportunity to pull off his own boots and socks.

By the time he stood and unbuckled his belt, she was once again quiet, her eyes wide
, as she looked up at him. He unzipped his jeans and she whispered, “May I?” His eyes widened and he hesitated. He had wanted to serve her this time. “Please, Sir?” He saw the need in her eyes and nodded. She quickly knelt up before him and began to tug his jeans down his long, long legs. He saw her biting her lower lip and he groaned. Her eyes flew to his, and he put his hands in her mane of red hair.

“
Go on, you are just killing me, here.” Her smile lit up his world. She returned to her task and soon was helping him step out of his pants. She reached up to his boxers. She saw the evidence of his arousal tenting the front and desperately wanted to release his cock. The thought that he might consider it slutty flew through her mind, but she pushed it aside. She was desperate to please him, as well as herself. She grinned and bent forward, wrapping her lips around both the fabric of his boxers and the head of his cock.