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Seventy-Six: That seemed intense

Isabella's POV

He pulled back, my head lifting from the floor to follow his lips. "So, you love me more than pizza huh?" He smirked, his dark eyes searching mine.

"More than anything." I whispered, my mouth parted, anticipating another kiss, but when he leaned back in he skipped my lips and went straight for my neck.

"Are you sure?" He smiled against my skin, his lips tickling my neck.

"You know I do." I exhaled, rather than spoke, wanting him to show me how much he loved me and as if he read my mind, he filled my ears with exactly those words.

"I love you. Nothing or no one will change that." He whispered, them making me want him even more as my hands reached for the loops of his jeans, pulling his lower body into mine. The moment I felt his growing hardness through his jeans he smirked against my skin before finding my lips.

The more his tongue danced with mine the more I wanted him and the more my hands longed for his skin. No longer able to contain myself I pulled at the fabric of his hoodie, sliding my hands underneath it to feel his warmth. All his smiling against my lips, telling me he wanted it just as much.

"Take it off, please." I begged him, wanting to glide my eyes over him entirely, making the view match the sensation of my fingers. He sat upright between my legs, taking off his hoodie like only guys do, reach over to his back, his stomach exposed first as my eyes caught the buttons of his jeans. I didn't wait for him to take his hoodie off as my fingers already started to work on those buttons, briefly sliding my fingers inside the hem of his boxers as I did.

As soon as his hoodie slid over his head it revealed the surprised look on his face as he came back down, his lips finding mine once more. My hands, pushed down his jeans, leaving it up to him to kick them further down his legs. His hands also didn't hesitate as they rushed underneath my plain white T-shirt, his finger sliding over my stomach like a feather through the sky, soft but taunting. The way he was eager but still took his time, made me feel loved, wanted, treasured, admired, all of it at once.

My eyes found his and neither him or I needed to speak to talk loud and clear. We needed each other, we wanted each other, and that for a long time still to come. His strong arms lifted me of my carpet and laid me down in my sheets, but not before his hands pulled my T-shirt over my head, his eyes stopping at my chest, admiration written all over them. "You're so beautiful." He whispered as his eyes looked over me like he was seeing it for the first time. "And all mine." He said, his lips claiming mine again, his body pushing me into my sheets.

"Show me I'm yours." I whispered, a thousand ways on my mind. He sat up, his hardness clear as day through his boxers as his fingers grazed over my sweats, hooking behind my panties.

"Like this?" He whispered as he looked at my lips, parted with pleasure, his other hand joining to torture me even more.

"More." I breathed, my chest moving up and down as he took my breath away, his fingers peeling away my sweats to reveal the baby pink lace of my panties.

I let my head fall back the moment his fingers caressed me even deeper down, his fingertips, carefully finding my most desired spot. The closer he came, the more I wanted to feel him too, my hand eagerly searching for him until I felt all of him through the thin fabric of those damn attractive boxers. The moment I moved my hand up and down he leaned in, laying down next to me to reach me better, but not before pushing my sweats completely off my feet.

While one of his hands searched lower, almost reaching between my folds, his other one perfectly cupped my face, holding me in place so his lips could capture mine, dragging my bottom lip between his teeth, so divine I felt my eyes roll back with pleasure, my hand grabbing a firm hold of him.