Afterglow: A Brother's Best Friend Romance, page 9
“Leo always wanted me to wear clothes that I didn’t feel myself in,” she says as she picks out a large variety of tops.
“How come me suggesting to dress you didn’t terrify you?”
“I trust you,” she replies like it’s that simple. “There isn’t a bone of malice in you. Besides, you immediately added you were willing to compromise about that, so I knew I would have some say.”
We take our time perusing the store and later leave with two large bags full of clothes. The way Izzy beams at me in response is all the thanks I need. We take our time hitting up a few more stores before I’m satisfied with everything she has.
Once we’re done shopping, we make our way to the docks.
“Are you going to tell me what we’re doing yet?”
I shake my head. “I told you, the date is a surprise, princess.”
She giggles, shaking her head with a giant grin, making my heart beat faster. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt this at ease with a girlfriend so soon. It’s like we get each other. We click.
As we pull into a small parking lot, Izzy’s eyes go wide as she takes in all the boats. The private marina houses mostly luxury yachts, but there is the odd smaller watercraft here and there.
“We’re gonna spend the day on the water.” I finally fill her in, resulting in a shriek of joy from the beautiful woman.
“You own a yacht?” She gawks.
“No, but I was able to rent one for today.”
She blows out a breath, so I raise a brow at her, a little confused.
“A yacht is a bit much. I don’t mind you renting one, but owning one seems rather pretentious.”
I laugh. “I thought the same thing. If I owned a boat, I would want to know how to sail it myself. Not just owning something I might occasionally use to show off how rich I am.”
She laughs along. “Exactly! Well, show me the way. I’m excited.”
I grab her hand, leading the way with the directions I was given this morning by the boat owner.
“Dr. Pierce?” a man asks as we approach the boat, and I wave before sticking my hand out to shake his.
“You must be Lionel?”
“I am. We have everything set up for your liking. We’ll be ready to leave in about ten minutes,” he tells us.
“Thank you.”
He guides us onto the yacht, spouting off a few instructions while giving us the tour.
“Louis will be out shortly with your drinks and lunch. It won’t take us long to get to our destination,” he says, leaving us on the deck to soak up the sun.
The day is hot but not stifling. Honestly, it’s fucking perfect.
Izzy gazes out toward the water with the happiest look on her face, and again, I can’t take my eyes off her. The strapless sundress she picked out today looks fucking divine on her. It shows off all her assets and has me struggling to be a gentleman. I want to tear it from her body and feast on her, but unfortunately, we haven’t talked about if she’s ready for that yet.
We were waiting for her therapy session to see how she felt. I was hoping she would bring things up last night, but the conversation never happened. I feel like it’s important to let Izzy take the lead here. I’m not the one who went through a traumatic event. If I’m the first one to bring up moving to the next level, she’ll think all I want is sex, which isn’t true. I would find a way to live years without sex if that’s what she needed.
“This is so cool,” Izzy says as she moves to sit on a lounge chair. “Did you bring our swim stuff?”
“Absolutely,” I confirm as I lift the bag I’m carrying. “Want to change now?”
“Yes, please. I want to take advantage of the sun and work on my tan a little.”
I pull out a new bathing suit I bought and hand it to her. “This is going to look amazing on you,” I whisper, and her eyes glow with glee and lust.
“Thank you, Sir.” Her words are a purr that goes directly between my legs.
My blood heats, and I have to force myself to let her go instead of doing what I truly want, which is to pull her in for a panty-wetting kiss, strip her naked, and fuck her stupid. Three little words, but damn what they do to me.
Thank fuck I have excellent self-control and won’t ever let myself step over a line she isn’t ready for, especially after the other night in the Jacuzzi. I still hate myself for letting go that night. I’m not that guy. I’ll never do that again. But I’m also only a man, and dirty thoughts are bound to pop up from time to time.
She scurries off to get changed, leaving me a few minutes to get my head right.
“How do I look?” Izzy spins around in a white with red polka-dots bikini, making me groan.
“Fucking perfect,” I reply in a husky-filled tone.
She giggles and struts toward me with a seductive look in her eyes. “Don’t you think it would look better on the deck?” She flirts, dancing her fingers across my chest, causing my pulse to pick up.
Now is the time to talk. As much as I want Izzy to take the lead, she is a true submissive, and there is a possibility she’s waiting for me to start the conversation. The way she keeps flirting with me makes it hard to concentrate, and all I can think about is being buried balls deep inside her, but I refuse to cross that line until we’ve set boundaries.
“Sit,” I say. She follows my directions like the good girl she is, filling my chest with pride already.
“Where is your head at,” I ask, and she blows out a breath.
“I don’t want to take things slow anymore. I know that’s what we originally agreed to, but we also said we’d talk after my EMDR session, so let’s talk,” she states.
As I suspected, she needed me to bring it up first, but now she’s ready to talk, and I’m fucking thankful we are on the same page.
“Tell me what you want.”
Izzy licks her lips seductively. “You,” she replies easily.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. An evil voice inside my head is screaming at me to throw caution to the wind and fuck her already, but I won’t do that. We need to build this relationship the right way. It can’t be just sex. That’s not what I want with her, and from our brief conversations about relationships, I know she doesn’t want that either.
“Izzy, I’m crazy about you, “I start. “I want you so fucking bad it hurts, but I want to respect your boundaries. I want to make sure we aren’t rushing into things. Fuck, you just got out of a relationship a week ago. I keep wondering if, somehow, I’m taking advantage of your vulnerable state.”
Grabbing the back of my neck, I try to calm my nerves.
“I broke up with Leo emotionally months ago,” Izzy assures me while gently placing her hand on my knee. “I promise you aren’t taking advantage of me. I want all of this just as much as you do. I’d tell you otherwise if I didn’t. That’s one thing I’m taking away from that shitty relationship. It’s given me my voice back. I never want to feel the way I did with Leo ever again. I refuse to settle this time.”
“Are you sure you’re ready? I’m willing to wait if you’re not.”
“I’m positive,” she says with a beautiful smile. “I need you, Dax. All of you. I’m ready to take the next step.”
“Then we need to set up basic boundaries because I refuse to do anything until we have those in place. When we get home, we’ll go over a limit list. Until then, we are gonna keep it very vanilla. Is that okay with you?” She nods. “For today, if I do anything you don’t like, just tell me no or stop. We’ll also go over safewords tonight.”
“Okay,” she whispers, with a giant toothy grin.
With her consent, I pull her into my lap, kissing her passionately. “You are so fucking perfect,” I murmur and bring my lips to hers again, this time moving her so she’s straddling me.
She grinds her hips into me, pulling a guttural groan from my lips, and my cock stiffens as she gently nibbles on my lower lip.
The tinkling of glasses alerts us to the fact that someone is nearby. Reluctantly, I stop our make-out session right before the chef rounds the corner. After he sets up our food, I request that we not be disturbed until we drop anchor.
“Let’s eat,” I say once we are alone again.
“Fine.” She pouts, and I can’t help but chuckle at how cute she is. “Have you ever thought about how much more healthy kinky relationships are than vanilla ones?” she asks before taking a bite of her salad.
“That’s an interesting thought.”
“Well, think about it. In kink, communication is key. We talk about everything, and we set boundaries. Yes, I missed red flags, but that isn’t entirely my fault. Leo was excellent at being someone else when he needed to be. Only a few people saw past his façade, like Caidance. Honestly, I should have listened to her from the beginning. I’m positive I would have been in that toxic relationship longer if it hadn’t been for this lifestyle. If we didn’t have our contract, I’m not sure if I would have been brave enough to bring up my feelings. But we had rules, and he broke them, so I felt confident listing my concerns.”
I nod. I’d never thought about any of this, but she has a point. The kink community gets a bad rap because we are into things that are different from other people, but our relationships are often a lot healthier. Of course, there are people who take advantage of others, but unfortunately, the world is full of shitty people. We try our best as a community to weed out the bad ones as soon as possible.
People have told me contracts are too sterile, but I believe they aid the relationship. We know exactly what the other person wants and how best to give it to them so that our needs will be met in a way we’ve agreed on together. Izzy is right. Kink is healthy. It’s all about boundaries and communication skills. If people have those, the relationship is stronger, and you can explore anything.
“You’re so smart.” I smirk.
“I’m just observant.” She giggles. “When we are done eating, can we fuck?” she blurts out boldly, and I laugh.
“We’ll get there eventually. I believe we’ll be dropping anchor shortly after lunch, then I have another surprise,” I tease.
She huffs out a breath. “I’m assuming you won’t tell me what it is yet?”
“You assume right.” I wink at her.
She mumbles something about me being an ass under her breath, but her smile is planted permanently on her lips.
I don’t think I’ll ever tire of that look on her face. I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure it stays there.
Lunch is filled with fun conversations and lots of laughter as we reminisce on the dumb things we did in the past. I wonder if it’s possible to fall completely for someone in only a few days. How is it I went from only seeing her as a little girl to seeing her as someone I’m crazy about so quickly? She’s burrowing her way into my heart, and I’m not scared in the slightest.
As predicted, we drop anchor shortly after we finish eating, and I guide Izzy to where a small speed boat is waiting for us.
“Where are we going now?” Her eyes are bright and filled with joy, making me grin.
“To a private beach where no one will bother us,” I say into her ear, letting my breath kiss her skin. She visibly shivers, and I smirk. “Are you cold?” I ask, even though I doubt it’s that.
“Just needy,” she says with a wink.
Once we are on the boat, we speed off. The beach is set up exactly as I requested, with chairs, umbrellas, and a cozy blanket. Izzy squeaks with excitement as I help her onto the sand. The assistant who joined us in the boat helps me unload a large cooler and our belongings, telling me he’ll return in a few hours.
We wave him off, and I plant a big juicy kiss on Izzy’s lips once he’s out of sight.
“Finally, alone,” I whisper, and she nods and pulls me down to taste my lips again.
I slip her sundress off her body, leaving her in her bikini, and step away to take her in.
“You are so fucking gorgeous,” I confess as I lift my shirt off, leaving me in only the swim trunks I changed into before we left the yacht.
“You’re pretty all right yourself. Now come back and kiss me some more.”
I shake my head. “It’s time for a swim,” I say, throwing her over my shoulder and running into the clear blue water.
She screams and laughs the entire time. Once we are deep enough, I launch her farther into the water before diving under, chasing after her as she playfully swims away from me.
“I wasn’t planning on getting wet today,” she grumbles when we come up for air.
“Really? I thought you wanted to get fucked. Every time I fuck someone, I ensure they are thoroughly wet.”
She giggles, pushing my shoulder and kicking a little way away. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
Swimming over to her, I grip her hips, pull her close, and seal my lips over hers. I could get drunk off of kisses from Izzy. They are easily becoming an addiction for me.
I move my right hand to her breast, squeezing it firmly and eliciting the best fucking moan I’ve ever heard.
“Are you wet for me, Izzy?” I demand, my voice deep and husky.
She nods as her breathing comes in pants.
“I need you, Sir. Please fuck me.”
There is no way I could tell her no right now. “Beach. Now,” I command, and we both swim to the shore as fast as possible.
Once we are at the beach, I scoop up Izzy and carry her to the blanket that was set out earlier. I gently lay her down, slide off her bottoms, and kneel in front of her.
I take a moment to cast my gaze over her gorgeous body, my cock throbbing between my legs. Her chest is flushed, and it rises and falls with every breath she takes.
Her top is still firmly in place, which I hate. I want her completely naked in front of me. I want to suck on her breasts and have her squirming from the sting of my teeth on her nipples. But that will have to wait. Right now, I need to taste something sweeter.
Leaning down, I kiss her inner thigh. “I’ve been wanting to taste you for days now,” I say, moving my head slightly and giving her center a long, slow lick.
“God,” she cries out, filling me with pride that I could achieve such a reaction so easily.
“I thought we agreed on Sir?” I tease.
She shakes her head as she giggles, which turns into a moan when I lick her again.
“So fucking delicious,” I murmur before diving back in.
I love giving oral. Something about having my partner scream and squirm from my tongue alone gives me a power high. Izzy tastes fucking divine. Her juices cling to my tongue, making me want to do this every… single… day. Maybe I should add that into a rule. Each day must start with me eating this perfect pussy.
“Shit, I’m close!” She breathes out, so I stop, not wanting her to crash over that edge quite yet.
She whimpers, and I almost feel bad.
“It’s okay, princess. I promise I will give you your first orgasm of the day soon. You just have to be patient.”
She nods, and I smirk.
“Good girl,” I praise her for not fighting me. “Sit up for a minute so I can untie your bathing suit.”
She does as she’s told, and I let out a groan once she’s naked before me.
Finally.
“Perfection,” I say, then lie beside her.
“You’re still clothed,” she complains.
“And I will stay that way as long as I want,” I remind her, then crash my lips to hers.
I dive my tongue into her mouth, and hers dances with mine for a few moments before we break apart for air.
I bring my fingers to her lips. “Suck,” I command.
There is an amused look on her face as she pulls my fingers into her warm mouth, twirling her tongue around them until I remove them and steal another kiss.
While we make out, I gently stroke her glorious pussy, playing with her bud before diving two fingers inside.
“Gah,” she cries out.
“I love how responsive you are. You like to be loud, don’t you?” She nods. “Good, let me hear how good I’m making you feel.”
I plunge my fingers in and out of her as she mewls and screams. When her walls spasm, I pull my fingers out and reposition myself between her legs. I want to taste her when she comes.
“I’m never gonna get enough of this.” I shove my fingers in again and lean down to devour her.
“Fuck!” She squeals as I work her with my fingers and tongue. “Please. Please. Please,” she begs, making it obvious how close she is. This time, I don’t stop. I keep up my speed, waiting for her body to contract again before nipping down on her clit.
“Jesus Christ,” she yells so loud I wonder if the staff on the yacht is able to hear her. Not that I give a flying fuck.
“That’s it, baby,” I encourage as her body shakes from the power of her orgasm.
She pants as she rides the high, and as much as I don’t want to leave her even for a second, I also want to know what it feels like to have her perfect pussy choking my cock as she comes for a second time. I grab a condom out of one of our bags and drop my trunks.
“Are you ready for me?” I ask, sheathing my cock.
“Yes, Sir,” she responds with a drunk-looking grin.
Carefully, I kneel in front of her again, grab her legs, and place her feet on my shoulders. I don’t enter her right away, though, but take a second to appreciate this experience.
“Getting cold feet?” Izzy teases, still a little breathless.
“Not a chance. I just don’t ever want to forget this moment.”
Ready for her, I line myself up with her entrance, taking my time as I slide inside her. A deep moan slips past my lips from how amazing she feels. Has a pussy ever felt this perfect? I don’t think so. It leads to the idea that Izzy was made for me.
“Dax.” She pants as I fill her with my cock, and holy shit, my name on her lips in a moment like this is the best thing I have ever heard.
“How do you feel?” I check in as I slide in until I’m fully inside her.
“So good…” She moans.
Leaning down, I press my lips to hers, savoring the moment before moving my hips in long, slow movements, swallowing all her cries of pleasure.
