Without Regret

As he made his way to the shower where his little mate was humming off key, he grabbed the bottles of peaches and cream shampoo and conditioner that she’d bought and set them on the side of the bathtub as he climbed in.

Izzy turned around and reached for him. He went willingly, more than happy to give her whatever she wanted. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she stood up on her tippy toes and waited for him to meet her halfway, he didn’t make her wait long.

Unable to help himself, he devoured her mouth and practically groaned when he tasted chocolate flavored Izzy. He slid his hands between them and glided them over wet skin until they came into contact her large br**sts. Izzy squirmed against him and somehow managed to force his hands up and over her ni**les.

“Is that what you want, Munchkin?” he whispered against her lips as he stroked her hard ni**les between his fingers, pausing only to lightly pinch them.

“Yes,” she sighed into his mouth as she snaked her hand between them and cupped his balls. “Is this what you want?” she asked, sounding sexy as hell.

“Mmmhmmm,” he murmured against her lips.

Even though they’d made love all afternoon they still took their time to touch and explore each other as if it were the first time or the last time, he realized. He didn’t like the idea of never being able to touch her again, but he knew he’d do whatever he had to in order to make sure that she was safe. She’d probably hate him for the rest of their lives, but as long as she was safe that’s all that mattered to him.

She pulled away frowning. “Are you okay?” she asked, cupping his face in her small hands.

“Everything’s fine,” he lied, forcing a smile as he leaned back down to claim her lips.

A loud banging noise on the wall behind them had them jumping apart.

“Hey! It’s one in the morning and some of us are trying to sleep here! Turn the damn shower off!”

Izzy’s face turned an interesting shade of red as he laughed and grabbed a bar of soap. He made short work of cleaning them both and Izzy, no doubt mortified, did whatever she could to hurry the process along. Five minutes and two threats to call the manager later and he was drying her off with a large off-white cotton towel.

“Now where were we?” Izzy asked, threading her fingers through his hair and yanking him down for a kiss. It pleased him that she was as hungry for him as he was for her.

“I think we were right about here,” he said, picking her up and placing her on the edge of the sink counter.

“Hmm, I think you might be right,” she said, smiling so damn beautifully that his heart ached just to look at her.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, gently pushing back her damp honey blonde hair.

She rolled her eyes even as she averted them. “No, I’m not. Cute, maybe but I’m definitely not beautiful.”

He leaned down until his mouth was right next to her ear. “You are very beautiful, Munchkin.”

“Thank you,” she mumbled and he didn’t like the fact that she doubted it or even had a hard time accepting a compliment. They’d have to work on that during the remaining time they had together, he decided as he gripped himself and slid into her.

Her little hiss of pleasure sent tremors down to his balls and made them go tight in seconds. As he dipped his head to kiss her, he pulled her legs up and positioned her feet on the edge of counter, opening her up more for him.

“Is this okay?” he asked, pulling away from her.

“More than okay,” she said, placing her hands on the counter behind her to support her position as they both looked down and watched his c**k slowly slide in and out of her. He licked his lips as he watched his glistening c**k slide out of her and had to fight the urge to pull out and replace it with his mouth.

Back when he used to go down on girls to protect his reputation, he hadn’t really cared for the act that much.

He only cared that he was good at it and that they got off. Nothing else mattered, but with Izzy he couldn’t get enough of her. Just the taste of her juices had him fighting back the urge to come.

He ground his teeth as he watched Izzy move a trembling hand over her breast and down her stomach and when she touched herself and moaned his movements slowed as he watched her explore herself. It was more than obvious by her surprised little gasps that she’d never touched herself before and the knowledge that he was watching her touch herself for the first time had his dick throbbing almost painfully.

He could easily come, but he held off, giving her a chance to enjoy herself.

When she licked her lips and threw her head back crying out his name he lost it. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tightly against him as he stumbled away from the counter and pressed her against the wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into her, uncaring that he lost control or that the ass**le next door was screaming his head off.

He couldn’t get enough of her.

As he f**ked her he grabbed the hand she’d used to pleasure herself with and sucked her fingers greedily.

He loved the way she tasted, the way she felt wrapped around his cock, the moans she practically scream in his ear and he was scared shitless that he actually might love her.

“Chris!” she screamed his name, sending him over the edge. He pumped two more times inside of her as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

He turned his head to press a kiss against her damp neck and that’s when he felt it. Knowing that he was just imagining things, he pulled back and felt his world crash down around him as he spotted the dark pink raised circle right beneath Izzy’s ear.

Aw, f**k no………….

*********

“You’re really starting to scare me, Chris,” Isabella said, pulling her legs onto the bed as Chris came storming by as he shoved some of their things in bags as he yelled at Eric to move his ass.

She really didn’t know what the hell was going on. One minute he was groaning in her ear and pressing sweet kisses against her neck and the next minute he was running a hot bath for her and telling her to soak a few minutes while he handled a few things. For ten minutes she did exactly that as she listened to Chris yell at someone on the phone from the other room. Finally she had enough, got out of the tub, dried off and pulled on a pair of lavender panties and a matching cotton camisole and stormed out of the bathroom only to be forced to climb on the bed or get run over by Chris as he paced the room.

“I don’t f**king care if you’re ready or not. I’m taking her in now!” Chris snapped, actually scaring her.

She must have made a sound or something because he stopped pacing and was immediately by her side, taking her hand into his as he continued speaking on the phone with Eric.

“I don’t give a flying f**k what’s going on. I want my wife protected!” he practically roared.

Wasn’t he protecting her? she thought, wondering what the hell changed in such a short span of time. She didn’t want to go the Boston compound because it would be one more place that she needed to try and escape from, but the way he was acting terrified her and made her think that perhaps she should go. Then again she’d like to make that decision on a little information. She wanted to know what the hell was going on.

“Then let me take her to another compound. Either way she needs more protection at the moment,” he explained, giving her hand a comforting squeeze that if she was going to be honest didn’t really provide her with a whole lot of comfort. No, it actually terrified her more.