Two Lonely Souls

Chapter 6

An Unexpected Turn

Isabella woke up alone in bed about 8:00am the next morning. The bed was still warm where Colby had been sleeping. She heard his voice downstairs talking with Rosa over breakfast she was sure. At least he hadn't left yet. She moved to climb out of their bed and groaned as her body ached from their gymnastics throughout the night. She had lost count of times they made love, and it had been lovemaking. While she had no doubt aggressive sex between the two of them could and would be had, last night was all about love. She put on a silk robe that buttoned up the front, but left her legs exposed to her mid thigh, brushed her teeth, and descended the stairs to be greeted by her lover. He stood when he saw her coming down the stairs and walked to her as she reached the bottom, embracing her with real love in this touch and in his eyes. He lowered his head to hers, bringing their lips together gently sharing the mutual feeling between them.

"I woke up and you were gone. I thought you might have left me alone." Isabella's rare vulnerability showed through.

"I just got up early, took a swim, and had breakfast. I wasn't going to leave without saying goodbye for the day. I'll see you tonight. I thought we might go out for dinner?"

She snuggled next to him, loving the feel of him holding her close, "Dinner out would be nice."

"Good. Nothing fancy. Wear jeans. If something comes up at work I'll call you. I gotta get in to work now baby. I love you."

"I love you too. Be safe Colby."

Three months later

Colby and Isabella had gotten into a groove in their very serious relationship. He spent almost every night at her Penthouse, they worked out together, had dinner in or out, saw movies, took walks on the beach, and of course hit the shooting range. They found their interests were very close. Colby's work occasionally interfered with their plans, but after the case and reports were filed, he always ended up in Isabella's bed. He would use his keys to get into the Penthouse, sometimes he would swim or lift weights, shower, and climb under the covers waking Isabella up to make love and reconnect with the decency and love in life rather than the dirty and deadly aspects he faced every day. Sometimes afterwards they would talk and sometimes they would just hold each other.

Shortly after they started dating, Colby found a bodyguard/driver for Isabella. He gave her a file on a former marine sniper named Cole Porter. He had apparently, although never convicted, killed the two men who had killed his girlfriend in a horrendous fashion. They were terrible violent serial killers who killed in the name of God. Isabella figured he had done the world a favor and told him so. Then when his father and sister were kidnapped by his corrupt marine team he had blown the whistle on, he worked with the FBI to go after the men who ultimately killed his father. Isabella was intrigued, interviewed him, and ultimately hired him, bringing his two sisters with him to the Penthouse apartment set aside for him.

About three months into Colby and Isabella's relationship there was a terrible train wreck between a train carrying passengers and another train carrying hazardous chemicals. The FBI was called in and Isabella watched on TV as Colby and David as well as some of the others rescued passengers. All the TV stations were carrying the tragedy in live feed, so Isabella could watch it in between classes and when she got home. She knew Colby had been working since the day before on some other case and had not been home, either "home", he had to be exhausted already. Once she was home she barely touched the dinner Rosa had made for her choosing instead to continuing to watch the TV coverage. Her heart almost stopped when she watched Colby being lifted into one of the train cars, supposedly full of toxic gas, to rescue both his partner and the other people left inside.

It seemed like hours later when Colby brought the young asthmatic boy out seriously ill but alive, and then the crane lifted David and the elder porter out as the final living passengers on the doomed passenger train.

Colby called her from work even though it was really late.

"Hey, Baby. Were you watching? I've been up for something like 36 hours. Can you send Cole to get me? I don't think I can drive. He can take David home and then bring me home."

"Of course, are you at the FBI office? I'll get him on his way right now. I'll have some dinner too. Why don't you bring David here? He can eat and then when you guys wake up tomorrow Rosa can cook something up for you."

"I'll talk to David. See you soon, baby. I need a shower and to sleep forever."

Thirty minutes later two very exhausted men came walking through the door of the Penthouse, Cole returning to his apartment. Isabella gave both men heartfelt and urgent hugs, glad they were still alive and had not been hurt in all the heroics.

"I've warmed up some leftovers for you. You need to eat. There is spaghetti and meatballs and some salad for you. I can open some wine, but thought you would rather have water. Would you like to shower first, and then eat?"

"I would love a shower, Isa. Which room do you want me to use? And what about clothes?"

"Colby, you go ahead. I'll get David settled." She took him to one of the many guest rooms with a complete bath and shower. She'd made sure the bed was turned down and everything he might need was there, including sweats and a t-shirt and some clothes for the next day. He was appropriately awed by the decadence of everything, but she just put it off. "David, I know you are really tired, but after your shower, come downstairs and eat and drink lots of water. You will feel much better tomorrow. Let me know if there is anything else you need." Isabella turned and left him alone.

Less than half an hour later the two men sat at the table wolfing down the excellent spaghetti and meatballs and drinking gallons of water. They were beyond dehydrated having just drunk those small Kirkland bottles for the last several days. They had subsisted on Power Bars which are nice between meals, or even the occasional meal replacement, but hardly sufficient for two large powerful men who managed to close two cases of hard physical labor in three days and two nights. They were starving and ate like it.

When they had finally had their fill, David wished them a good night, or rather good morning, kissed Isabella on the forehead thanking her for everything she had done for him. "This was so much better than going home alone to an empty refrigerator and worse an empty apartment."

Isabella smiled at him graciously. "You are always welcome in our home, David. I would not have it any other way. Sleep well my friend."

Colby wished him a good night and stood to start putting the dishes in the dishwasher. As David tiredly climbed the stairs, Isabella got up to help. Everything was put away in seconds and while Isabella wiped the counters and table down, Colby went to brush his teeth.

Isabella slid into the silk sheet lined bed expecting Colby to fall immediately asleep, but the food seemed to have rejuvenated his stamina and instead he was in dire need of her body. He started to kiss her gently, his desire increasing as his kisses became harder and more demanded. As she always did, her mind and her body responded instantly to his touch. Colby moved away from her lips, moving to her earlobes sucking on them just the way she liked, crossing between the two lobes placing kisses along her jawline then moving down her fragile neck. He left marks along her neck, his possessiveness coming out surprisingly aggressive given how tired he was, or had been a few minutes ago. His mouth licked, and nipped, and sucked its way down her body reaching the apex of her legs, the most sensitive part of her body. His tongue entered her while his thumb found her clit like a homing beacon. His tongue thrust deep inside of her while his thumb rubbed circles around her clit. She moaned out her first orgasm as he felt the tremors and licked her juices that poured from inside her.

He climbed back up her enjoying her heavy breathing, knowing there was much more to come. For some reason, at this point in time he felt like he could never, ever get enough of her. He often felt that way, but this time was even a stronger need to possess Isabella to an extent he had never had before.

He wiped his face covered in his juices on the sheet and slid further up her body, starting to kiss her passionately and deeply before she had even caught her breath. He spread her legs gently with his knees and entered her out of memory. He entered her gently and carefully, and as his kisses became more urgent so did his thrusting. Isabella finally broke away from the kisses, breathing very hard. "Colby, my God. I have to breathe baby. But don't stop. Where did you get this energy from?"

He breathlessly answered her, "I don't know baby. I just know I have to have you over and over again. Now."

"Ok, take me as many times as you need or want to, baby. You feel so good."

Colby continued his pounding, hitting her cervix at the top and then pulling almost completely out hitting her g-spot and clit. Isabella was almost driven mad with the constancy of the ecstasy of the targeting of all her sensitive spots and the almost painful drive of his large cock inside her tiny entrance. She finally screamed her release, but he kept going bringing her to yet another release before he spilled deep inside her. He lay slightly off of Isabella's tiny body but kept himself still inside her. They both laid there trying to catch their breath, his head lying on her sweaty chest both breathing hard. Slowly their breathing started to return to normal.

She sighed as she stroked his hair. She liked how he was wearing it longer now with a little gel in it. She just liked everything about him, his broad shoulders that she ran her hands leisurely along, his large biceps she stroked as she moved her hands around his arms. She couldn't reach that far but his powerful ass and legs that he had gotten from surfing and lifting weights. And then of course, the part of his body that made her body rock. That was something she could not give up. It wasn't just physical either. He was really intelligent. Not like Charlie or even Amita or her, but he was able to put together all the different pieces of an operation and come up with a tactical plan or even to figure out who the bad guy was and how to find him. She felt he was terribly underestimated at the FBI, but he had done his part for his government between serving in Afghanistan and playing double agent and almost dying to find the mole. Her father and uncle thought the world of Colby because of these things, and would protect his career.

While she had been half daydreaming about Colby, Colby had been getting ready for another round. Before she knew it she was being lifted out of bed and carried against the wall, Colby's hand under her ass to support her. He slid two fingers inside of her to check her readiness and knowing she was ready, he slid right into her hot and ready sheath. She was so tight. Isabella moaned at his entrance. While he started his strokes slowly, he started kissing her slowly and gently. But soon, she was driving him faster and harder and kissing him deeper and more passionately. He met her stroke for thrust until they had worked themselves into a frenzy banging against the wall feeling the wall starting to crumble against them and neither one cared. Isabella screamed into Colby's neck leaving a bite mark that would show for days, and Colby following almost immediately with his final thrust and then a few lesser ones dumping into her completely. They slid down the wall covered in multiple contacts of bodily fluids and a little bit of sheet rock mixed in there. When they could finally look at the damage, they both laughed at the slightly concave space in the wall and the painted sheetrock the covered them and the floor.

Isabella laughed and was unconcerned. It wasn't the first time they had broken the sheetrock, and it would not be the last. That is what she had repair people for.

She stood on slightly wobbly legs and pulled Colby upright. "Shower baby. We are not going to sleep like this."

Colby reluctantly followed her but as he watched her hair flowing behind falling almost to her very tight and tanned ass he became a little more enthusiastic about the shower. By the time they reached the shower and she turned the water on to heat, she turned to face him where he had that predatory gleam in his eyes, telling her they weren't finished yet. She gave him a knowing smile and slid into the shower letting the water cascade over her body. He entered the huge shower and closed the door by feel, not taking his eyes off of her.

"What do you want Soldier? I think you want something, but don't think you know what it is. Speak up baby."

He stalked towards her pulling her roughly to him. "I know what I want, baby. But I'm not sure you are ready for me."

"Have I ever denied you anything Colby?"

"I want you to go down on me until I'm almost ready to go, and then I want to fuck you in the ass."

"You don't want to come in my mouth? I like that." Her hands were already sliding up and down his shaft.

"I know you do baby. But I think I might be running out of steam and I really want your ass.

Isabella looked at him with a cat that ate the canary smirk on her face. She had him wrapped around her finger and they both knew it.

She easily dropped to her knees in front of him, her personal David, circling her tongue around the tip licking the pre-cum as well as their combined juices from earlier. She slowly took him further and further into her mouth until she had swallowed all of his hugeness. She held him right there while she adjusted to his size in her mouth. Then she started to stroke and suck with that rhythm he liked so much. Within minutes he pulled her away, much to her disappointment, and started to soap his now very engorged dick. She had leaned over and assumed a position he could both enter her and reach her clit. While he continued to generously soap himself, he used first one finger, then two, and then three to prepare her for him. He used a lot of soap on those fingers as well to be sure she was well lubricated as well as him.

"Are you ready baby?"

"Yea, I am always ready for you. Go for it."

He entered her very slowly. He could not get all of him inside of her. There was simply not enough room. He let her get adjusted and then started to move in and out, faster and faster while he could hear her moan but knew it was not from pain. Their already aggressive sex from earlier plus her excruciatingly tight channel had him come very quickly. He had been working her extremely sensitive clit and she came right after him. Once she came, he pulled out and they slipped down the walls of the shower. He reached up for her scented soap and washed her thoroughly making sure she was completely clean. Then she did the same for him, straddling him while she washed him, surprising both of them, his little Captain rose up yet again, standing at attention. She looked at Colby with her eyebrows raised.

"Is this possible, baby?"

"I don't know, but let's give it a try. If nothing is going to happen, I'll stop us so you aren't just getting sore."

"I'm not sore yet, Colby. But you might be. Let's give it a try. Shower or bed?"

"Bed, I'm going to turn into a prune. Besides, after this bout, I'll be able to just fall asleep."

"Sure you will Cowboy." She just laughed at him and turned the water off, pulling him out of the shower and drying him off.

They both climbed into bed and he was still ready to go. This time Isabella climbed on top of him straddling him, impaling herself on his very rigid staff. She leaned over him, keeping the pace, but letting him assault her breasts while she did. Soon she felt his hands on her hips starting to push to the rhythm he needed and she sat up to better meet his needs. Soon she felt him jerk several time spilling into her once again. She slipped out of him, wrapping her body around him and they both finally fell asleep.

Throughout the night Colby really could not get enough of Isabella. He woke her up every few hours when he would wake to make slow and languorous love. During the afterglow of one of those interludes, Colby turned to face Isabelle. Since their usual habit was to sleep or talk with her head resting on his chest, to get in a face to face position must mean something serious. She knew he loved her unequivocally, that was shown every day, every night, and every hour. So what he wanted to talk about was unknown.

"Bella, you know I love you. I want to be with you forever, I've told you that before. Will you marry me?"

She looked at him surprised. This was unexpected. "Is that what tonight was about, hoping to fuck me and make love to me until I can't say no?"

"No, I don't know what that was. It was almost animalistic. I just had to have you over and over. This is different. I don't have a ring yet. I've been saving like crazy to have enough to buy you something nice. And I want it to be from me, not something with your money. But will you marry me, Bella?"

"You are the sweetest, kindest, most romantic man I have ever had the pleasure to know. And yes, I would be honored to marry you, with or without the ring."

They made love once again that night and slept well into the middle of the morning before they emerged from their bedroom.