The Driver

CHAPTER 13

I finally convinced her, far too easy than I expected, to go to my house. We were both wet and she could not go like that to the hotel, but most of all I wanted her by my side for one night.

        I was amazed how she could be so calm. I could hardly cope with this temptation, nor did I trust, as far as I was concerned, that I could resist. Our moment had been filled with surprising frankness, pure passion, and sincere need.

        I knew she felt the same way. We should not have made love, however. Things were complicated much earlier, but I had given free rein to my desire and the obstacle had given way. We got home and as expected Zeus jumped on her before she got into the house.

        She was playing with him and stroking him with so much love! My girlfriend, Irina would twist every time she came to my house and Zeus would have jumped on her. Every time I invited her to my house, I was asking Mirela to change the bed sheets and put Zeus in his room.

        I did not love her, but I wanted to respect her revulsion towards animals. I think tomorrow I am going to call her and tell her our relationship is over. I want to give my relationship with Izabela a chance, and I am not going to cheat on her. She did not deserve this, not from me.

        It smelled food all over the house and I was starving. I invited Izabela into the kitchen. Her n*****s were pushing the wet material, I wished so badly I could touch them... to taste them... to comfort them with my mouth and feel Izabela trembling with passion, breaking all the barriers.

        I buried this image deep in my mind, realizing that I was doing nothing but turning even more. Her lips were warm, ready to open, just as the sun opened, a flower.

        I pushed her against the wall, with her body stick to mine, feeling her breasts on my chest. I was hungry for her, like a man deprived of food, far too long. Izabela stuck her fingernails in my shoulders, without thinking about what the consequences would be.

        She wanted me again, she was completely overwhelmed by reason, precautions, she had completely overwhelmed her. How could she resist me now that I have finally proved to her that she can trust me? Her rapidly growing passion swept up any trace of anxiety.

        She wanted me from the beginning. Every day we lived together was like a gift, and I was not going to waste the gifts anymore. My mouth was like a living fire, burning it. My hands were on her breasts, pulling her out of her mind.

        She lifted them up towards me, stretching out to encompass her even more. I was endlessly kissing her cheeks and neck. My hands basically pulled her shirt and skirt off.

        The moment her breasts was released, and my lips were anchored to a n****e of it, I forgot absolutely everything in that sensual assault.

        I tasted it with my mouth, with my teeth, until I felt her writhing, my touch taking her desires, beyond the limit of normal. Her fingers somehow managed to untie my shirt and she sobbed at the sensation of touching my skin.

        My body was moving on hers, the fabric of my jeans rubbing against each other. She spread her legs to make room for my hips. She bent a leg to caress on her hips... And she suddenly made a sharp scream, in that moment an intense pain gripped her leg, she was having a terrible muscle pain.

-       What is that? What is happened? I asked, jumping on the side. I was also whining, grasping my leg when my muscles suddenly contracted.

-       I have got a cramp, she said, breathing precipitously, letting herself down and crouching her knees to her mouth.

        Tears were streaming down her face. She felt the taste of the salty on her lips. She should have known it was going to happen after all that time in the rain.

-       Stretch your leg... And my voice betrayed a great pain. Keep your paw relaxed...

-       Ahhh...

-       Do not move your finger.

-       I know.

        She tried to take my advice, but her leg rebelled violently.

-       I have been in the rain too long... Too much of something else, she reflected.

       Whining, she tried to stretch her leg again, clattering her teeth to support the cramp. The pain was still terrible, but she felt a little better, sort of.

        The embarrassment lit her face when she realized she was naked. I had already seen her naked, so I did not understand her gesture now. She groped around trying to find her skirt or shirt and her fingers finally touched the cotton.

        She pulled the shirt on without realizing it was my shirt and not hers. She threw it off, then grabbed her leg again, because a new pain hit her.

-       But it is ridiculous, she murmured, cursing her luck.

        I kept my eyes closed, my cheeks were very flushed, and my expression betrayed an intense desire. I wanted her. I reached out and pulled her head towards me. The kisses were devastating, fiery and demanding, compared to everything she could give me.

        She gladly surrendered to me. She frantically tried to take off my shirt, but she could not control her hands. I helped her without breaking the seal of our kiss. When I pressed my bare chest to her, she groaned, feeling such intense pleasure, I thought she was going to explode.

        As she stroked me on the back, up and down, it occurred to me that I would not survive. I slipped my hand under her skirt, pulling the material until I brought it down again. Why did she try to get dressed back? I passed it over her thighs, with caresses, and then my fingers gently touched her silky side. Izabela raised her head.

-       I want you. Now.

        I pulled her back into a kiss, which did not need words to show that I wanted the same thing. My hands were everywhere, in touches followed by damp kisses, which only brought her to the brink of madness. I had her skirt completely removed.

        My hands went up again, stirring a burning sensation. I got up for a little while to take off my jeans. Then she touched me gently, on my buttocks, with her fingers. I groaned and almost tripped over my rush to get rid of my jeans. She laughed, surrendering completely to the power of her inner femininity. I said with a smile:

-       You are going to pay for it.

-       Oh, I hope so, she murmured.

        She stroked me again with her fingers on my body and noticed how I held my breath to the riotous sensation she was waking in me. She really hoped it would be like this. After that, all the physical delight before faded in the face of the incredible sensation, that every part of her body merges with mine.

        I felt like I was going crazy because of this sentiment of feeling her body undermine, as I have dreamed so many times.  The way the fantasy threw me so many times.

        The fantasy had not considered a few details that reality was now revealing to me: the incredible softness and sweetness, the sweet scent of her skin.

        The way she got my kisses and her intense participation. The way she was arching at me and moaning softly when I was devouring her breasts with my mouth. Or the way she bent her leg or flexed her thigh when I stroked her.

        She obeyed me, unreservedly. No woman gave everything, revealed her vulnerability, and gave herself with as much pleasure as Izabela did. I will respect her and defend her; I swore to myself the moment my hand touched the most intimate part of her thighs.

        She shuddered at my touch, and it took me a deep breath to control myself... then I completely lost myself when she stroked me gentle and researching my p***s, becoming hard now just because of her simple touch.

        I could not wait anymore; I could not refrain myself to get into the nest between her thighs. Her satisfied sigh penetrated my hearing, with the pulsations that echoed in my head. Then I sank inside, absorbed by her satin nest.

        We were both breathing jerky because of the surprise of shock, of the truth that could no longer be denied. We moved together, offering, and receiving. Izabela's fingers were on my back, and her legs were wrapped around me, clinging to me, and tying me at the same time.

        I buried my face in her hair, muttering insignificant words, but saying it all, as we both soared higher and higher, to the abyss of pleasure.

        Izabela screamed the moment she had an orgasm, sticking even more to me, her legs strained, holding me deep into her, just as I shared with her the explosion of light and color. The experience shook us, fulfilled us, leading us to a feeling of complete darkness.

        Slowly, I recovered, with judgment slowed by a terrible lethargy. Izabela was still under me, naked but protected. I realized I was probably too heavy for her, but I could not move yet.

        I kissed her on the neck as an apology, thinking that she also had something more than unique. I did not know such a word, and in the state now, my mind was incapable of discovering it, even if it existed. But she was... there was no one like her.

        I had been with far too many women to realize that she was far too special to let her leave from my life so easily. I had to fight for her, and I had to convince her to stay with me for the rest of our life. We were made for each other and I could not let her run away from me again.

        I sighed happily. So, she did not regret making love twice, I realized I was afraid of it. It would have hurt me more than I wanted to admit.

        I did not regret it at all either. This was just the beginning... we continued to have s*x in the tub filled with hot water and foam, and in the living room on the white leather couch, but also in the bedroom.

        She was there in my bed, deadbeat by emotion. With her warm deer eyes sniffing her hunter in fear, covered only by her charming scent of a woman eager for love. She bit her lips and with her hands she shyly touched her breasts even though she would like more, much more ...

        It reminded me of the night she called me and we both m*********d. I told her to continue and let her hands slide lightly on her abdomen until she reached there, in the hottest place in her body. Now she seemed shy and naive, which excited me the most, but she did as I told her.

        I was standing on the edge of the bed and I was amazed and excited at the view in front of me. She spread her legs wide and ran her fingers over her c**t. Then she inserted two fingers, moaning, and arching her body with pleasure.

        I was so horny that I could not resist, and I penetrated her. I was moving intensely, and she was asking me to do it even harder. I was pushing myself so brutally as if I were taking revenge on her. Izabela screamed with pleasure and I could not stand it much longer.

        Our orgasms came at the same time and we both moaned with such intensity! Our bodies trembled with infinite pleasure.

        Basically, she was now present all over the house. Her memory will follow me night after night if I allow her to run away from me.