50 Sexcapades [Erotica Compilation] novel Chapter 20

Ascending the spiraling staircase in the arms of this beautiful woman must have been what it felt like to enter the gates of Heaven. With each step, the negative thoughts and memories I had been harboring fell away one-by-one, remaining left behind for now.

I could imagine that some new memories would be made tonight…ones that I would certainly be less willing to erase. Isabella's delicious scent tickled my nose and weakened my knees. And when we entered a bedroom that smelled exclusively like her, I'd gone completely mad- determined to remain gentlemanly but hungry to quench the insatiable thirst she had stirred in me.

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Richard closed the door behind him with enough force to make me look back in surprise. He'd been rather calm and polite during our conversation and I had been making all the moves until now. I didn't mind a mild-mannered man, but I longed for him to lust after me and reciprocate the unbridled passion I had for him.

When I looked back and saw a glint in his eye that I had not seen all evening, I knew he was starting to unravel. That shell he protected himself with from the outside world began to crack and unleash something deep and carnal inside of him.

I didn't have to wait much longer until he strode over to me and pulled me into him, crashing his lips to mine. He tasted like dark liquor and mint and I quivered when his hands held my face delicately yet also possessively.

"What will you do with me, soldier?" I asked in a soft voice, peering up at him through my eyelashes.

His demure smile had long been replaced with the dominant, commanding expression of a man in charge. "Remove it before I tear it off you," he replied- running his eyes over my emerald dress.

"Yes, sir"

Moments later, I stood before him completely naked and quietly moaned in pleasure when his strong hands gripped me and touched me all over. I knew it was ironic that I accepted work here with no intention to fuck any of our customers. And yet I was wet and ready to let the first man I approached take me however he chose to. But Richard wasn't just a customer… I wanted to believe he was my soulmate.

He lifted me easily, wrapping my legs around my torso and bringing me to the large featherbed that had gone unused until now. I helped Richard remove his clothes, piece by piece, savoring the sensation of his warm skin and solid muscles under my fingertips. He had scars and even tattoos under that tailored suit but to me, he was absolutely perfect. I rested on my back and wrapped my legs around him as he kissed me gently down my neck and across my collarbone.

"Richard, there's something you should know…"

"Hmm?" he murmured, lost at sea and unfocused on my words.

"You'll be the first..."

He paused and looked up at me with a confused expression.

"Well then, that's a risk I'm willing to take my sweet Isabella."

I locked my arms around his neck and listened to his breaths, feeling the rise and fall of his chest against mine. When he entered me, I closed my eyes and gasped- holding onto him even tighter as he moved in me, gradually increasing his intensity. When the initial wave of pain subsided, I felt myself relax and start to move my own hips to meet his thrusts.

The bed gently shook and I raked my hands through his hair, feeling the vibration of his deep groans and shudders penetrate through me. My own illicit moans of pleasure echoed around the room. Our bodies were tangled into each other like one- I wanted him deeper, harder, faster. I wanted him to give me everything he had and more. I'd had a taste of the poisonous fruit, and now I needed the whole harvest.

"Oh, God" he choked out- giving a final satisfying thrust and then slipping out of me to ejaculate. He pulled me on top of him and touched me down there until I rocked my hips in orgasm with his fingers still inside of me, crying out from the foreign but marvelous sensation of love.

We lay there entwined in one another… two wayward souls that had connected at last. It was the beginning of everything to me- my very first love. And how I loved him, no matter how naïve it seemed.

"Richard…"

"Isabella."