Convicted Love

chapter nine

Blake’s POV

Fuck she felt so good and she’s a virgin. I moved us into the living room and laid her down on the couch I pull her jeans off and she hides her face “ if you ever want me to stop just saw no and I’ll listen”. I tell her I could see she was shy and that no one had ever touched her this way. I lay her back and kiss down each side of her legs and she jumps I rub her thighs too reassure her “do you want me to stop?” I ask her and she looks down at me and says “no”. I slowly rub her c**t rubbing my finger up and down her p***y. I kiss where her panties are and she moans. I keep kissing until I feel her nudge into my face and I know she’s ready I slide her panties off and lick her c**t she screams my name and I lick some more she enjoys this because she grabs my hair. I kiss her p***y some more before I start sucking on her c**t and she goes crazy.

Isabellas pov

I could feel the soft, worn leather of the couch beneath me as Blake’s strong hands gently guided me down. The room was dimly lit, casting shadows that danced across his face, making his eyes look almost predatory in the low light. “Lay back, Bella,” he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that sent shivers down my spine.

As I settled into the cushions, my heart pounded in my chest. I could smell the faint aroma of whiskey on his breath, mingling with his natural scent that I found so intoxicating. His fingers trailed lightly over my thighs, sending sparks of desire through me. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered, his gaze fixed on my lips.

The air between us seemed to thicken, charged with anticipation. I swallowed hard, my throat dry with nervous excitement. “Blake...” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper. He leaned closer, his lips just millimeters from mine, and I could feel the heat radiating off his body.

“Shh,” he said, pressing a finger lightly against my lips. “Just relax.” His hand moved lower, skimming over my stomach and coming to rest on the juncture of my thighs. I gasped as his touch sent a wave of heat through me, my body instinctively parting for him.

He smiled, a slow, wicked grin that made my pulse race even faster. “That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice husky now. “Let me take care of you.” With that, he shifted position, kneeling between my legs. His eyes locked with mine as he slowly pushed my panties to the side exposing me to the cool air of the room.

My breath caught in my throat as he looked at me, really looked at me, his expression intense and focused. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he admitted, his voice rough with desire. I bit my lip, watching as he lowered his head, his tongue darting out to taste me.

A moan escaped my lips as his tongue flicked against my c**t, teasing and tormenting me. “Blake, please,” I begged, my hands gripping the couch cushions tightly. He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against me, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

Please what, Bella?” he asked, looking up at me with those dark, smoldering eyes. “Tell me what you want.” His fingers toyed with me, circling and stroking, driving me wild with need.

I whimpered, arching my hips towards him. “I... I want you to make me come,” I confessed, my cheeks burning with embarrassment and arousal. His smile widened, and he bent his head again, his tongue delving deeper, exploring every inch of me.

“That’s exactly what I’m going to do,” he promised, his voice thick with lust. His tongue worked magic, lapping and swirling, sending waves of ecstasy crashing over me. I writhed beneath him, lost in the sensations he was creating, my mind hazy with pleasure.

“Oh God, Blake,” I gasped, my body tightening with each flick of his tongue. He held me steady, his hands firm on my hips, guiding my movements. “Yes, just like that,” he murmured, his voice a soothing balm amidst the storm of sensation.

My orgasm built, rising like a tide within me. I clawed at the couch, my nails digging into the leather as I fought to hold onto some semblance of control. “Blake, I’m... I’m close,” I warned, my voice trembling with urgency.

He responded by increasing his pace, his tongue relentless now, driving me ever closer to the edge. “Come for me, Bella,” he commanded, his voice commanding and irresistible. “Let go.”

With a cry that echoed through the room, I did just that. My body convulsed, a torrent of pleasure washing over me as I came apart under his skillful ministrations. He continued to lick and suck, drawing out my orgasm until I was spent, my limbs heavy and languid.

As the last tremors subsided, Blake lifted his head, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Good girl,” he praised, his voice gentle now, tender. I smiled weakly, my entire body tingling with aftershocks of pleasure.