High on... desire
Spicy chapter, continuation of chapter 4 of "High on" , "Temptation" . Let's learn what exactly happened between Isobel and Jubal that night.
Author's note: I publish this chapter separately to not raise the overall story rating. Thanks to Skater1263 for proof-reading and for their support.
As they kissed, Jubal pulled her dress wide open. Anxious to feel her completely, he pressed Isobel against the wall with his body, and resumed the sensual rubbing between her legs, through their clothes, but with the considerable firmness he already had. All the while, he gently pinched through the delicate lace of her bra until he made her gasp clinging to him, entwining her fingers in his hair.
It was Jubal who, without stopping his kisses, picked her up by weight and turned to lift her onto the kitchen island.
In the brief journey, Isobel slipped her dress off her shoulders and arms, shedding the garment; also dropped her shoes. Upon laying her on the counter, Jubal pulled down the cups of her bra, uncovering her breasts to alternately taste them. Meanwhile, he slowly slid one hand down her stocking-clad leg to her ankle, and back up to her hip.
Isobel's rational side again weakly and futilely protested one last time, telling her she shouldn't have come to Jubal's apartment in the first place. He repeated the caress on the other leg while his mouth then applied gentle suction. Drunk with sensations, Isobel was unable to fight her desire.
Instead, she reached between their bodies and ran her hand intensely over his sweatpants, along his entire length, eliciting a surprised grunt and a shudder from Jubal. This sound and the hard feeling in her palm were too much for her. There was no turning back now.
It was Isobel who, on the spur of the moment, pulled down his pants and boxers just enough to free him, pushed aside her own underwear and impatiently guided him inside.
Jubal lifted his face with a gasp, knowing the surrendered way he looked at her then was unmistakable. Isobel grabbed him by the back of the neck and kissed him with wild ardor, fleeing from the emotion in his eyes. She wrapped him with arms and legs, urging him to enter her eager body completely. They both moaned into each other's mouths.
Then Jubal took control. His body began to move sensually.
He stopped kissing her, searching her eyes as he sank into her again and again, invoking and building up tension. Isobel had to turn her face away, closing her eyelids. She could not look at him; it was too intense, too intimate.
Frustrated, Jubal straightened up without pausing, deriving instead additional satisfaction from watching her tremble from above. He wrapped her waist with his hands, which seemed very narrow between them. Holding her then firmly by her hips, and he overwhelmed her increasing the rhythm of his own, trying to make her look at him at last.
But he did not succeed. The verve and angle of his thrusts, however, became irresistible, forcing Isobel to raise her arms above her head, clinging to the edge of the counter top; the whimpers they elicited from her became desperate. She simply become unraveled before him.
Jubal couldn't get her to look at him, but Isobel couldn't keep her lips from moaning his name.
Isobel was still the trembling mess her ecstasy had turned her into, when Jubal pulled out to finish undressing. Lifting her again, he took her in his arms and carried her, sowing new fire in her mouth with his kisses, to his bedroom... to continue there.
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Her bra was discarded in the hallway, and the first thing Jubal did after laying her down on his bed was to hook his fingers into her panties, sliding them down her hips to get rid of the garment.
He left her stockings on, though. It was hard to resist how sexy they looked on her.
Isobel let him do so, still panting and overwhelmed from what had happened in the kitchen. She was still trying to catch her breath when Jubal's mouth was on hers again, possessive and hot because, in fact, earlier he managed not to let himself go and had retained all of his ardor.
Half lying on top of her as he kissed her, Jubal's hand slowly moved up between her thighs. He reveled in the shudder of pure anticipation he achieved from Isobel.
When he reached her center, careful fingertips explored enticingly, making her moan into his mouth.
With a deep growl, Jubal then attacked Isobel's neck with lips and teeth, a fierce version of what had happened the other night while he was under the effects of the hallucinogen. It drew a startled exclamation from Isobel.
Intoxicated by her scent, but not wanting to give her a break, he immediately descended to her breasts, playing his tongue over her nipples, his fingers between her legs.
Isobel clutched his head, doing her best to suppress her gasps. God, he was so good at this. Too good. The way Jubal was making her feel overpowered was causing her an intense, underlying unease.
He continued to descend, slowly, tasting the skin of her belly, locating a soft spot next to her hip. He never stopped sliding his fingers between her legs, preparing her for what he planned to do next.
Ultimately, Isobel had chosen him, obviously, but the idea of her dressing like this for someone else, the fact she averted her eyes in the kitchen, affected Jubal's ego not in the best way. It was something truly irrational, but he craved to have her surrendered, begging for him.
He then nibbled on the inside of one thigh, just above the lace of the stocking; then the other, making her shiver once more.
By the time he finally buried his face between her thighs, Isobel had come close to pleasing him in that particular regard, nearly about to plead.
Jubal's lips began sucking gently. Still trying desperately to retain her self-control, Isobel bit down on hers, arching her back and sliding her nails across Jubal's scalp. He smirked without even pausing.
The next contact was accompanied by an intense brush of his tongue, finally drawing a very satisfying, disconsolate moan. That sent a shock straight to Jubal's groin, which was already demanding attention imperiously, almost painfully. He shifted his position on the bed slightly and ignored it as best he could.
The pleasure spread inexorably throughout Isobel's body, making her shudder repeatedly. She could not help but moan his name again. Heavily stimulated, Jubal applied himself with relish to prolonging her rapture with creative ways of using his mouth and long fingers on her.
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When, much later, he finally felt her tension ebbed, leaving her exhausted, Jubal climbed up the bed, lying on top of her, overwhelming her with his body, with his weight, with a predatory smile and gaze that made her feel totally at his mercy. This wasn't over yet. Already quite anxious at this point, he aligned himself to enter...
But Isobel placed both hands on his chest, stopping him.
"No," she gasped.
Jubal's expression changed radically to one of concern, as Isobel pushed him away as if to get him off her. He of course did not resist.
"Are you okay-?"
Abruptly, with a swift and skillful movement, Isobel rolled them over, placing herself on top of him.
Unlike before, she now looked him directly in the eyes, and began to sensually slide her soaking wet center along his member. But without actually making him enter yet.
Unexpected flames enveloped Jubal, watching her, feeling her do that to him. His eager hands roamed her thighs, hips and waist. She smiled while applying this delicious torment and enjoyed having Jubal panting, choking with desire. Now it was his turn to sigh her name.
Isobel's determined eyes, the same ones he saw daily when she gave orders at 26 Fed, did not leave him for an instant. Not even when she finally thrust him into herself.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Jubal sensed this was a matter of control, of domination. Somehow he had managed to make her feel vulnerable and she couldn't leave it at that. However, Jubal's body was too overwhelmed by the sensation of Isobel sinking him slowly, intensely, deeply in her hot insides, to really reach any conclusions.
Isobel started slowly, but it wasn't long before she was moving vigorously, knelt astride him, hands flat on his pectorals for support, fingers sliding through his chest hair.
Clinging to her hips, and straining to synchronize his movements for the best sensations, Jubal bit his lower lip hard. He was having a tough time controlling the intensity of the pleasure Isobel was making him feel, barely keeping himself on the verge of his own ecstasy. It was delicious and agonizing and exhausting, but watching her luxuriate like that was enough... at least for the moment. Isobel was wild, panting as she rose and descended onto him, moaning with each thrust of Jubal's hips.
He missed her kisses. Running a longing hand up Isobel's slender neck, he reached her face and stroked her lips with his fingertips. And she took advantage of it to take them into her mouth; she sucked on them as if she were sucking on something else of his. Their gazes met. The eroticism of it all almost threw Jubal over the edge. A hoarse moan escaped him.
No! Not yet! He gritted his teeth.
He knew Isobel needed a change of pace. Jubal sat up to wrap his arms around her torso and pulled her in, bending her over him. His mouth then had her breasts within reach. He took one nipple into his mouth and licked on it lustfully, making her moan louder.
The new position also changed the angle of their movement, making it not so deep but allowing them a much faster cadence. Simultaneously, Jubal switched back and forth between her breasts, sucking.
Isobel's moans were continuous now; she began to tremble. He felt himself on the point of bursting, but Jubal forced himself to resist, for above his own pleasure he desired the satisfaction of making her come as violently as possible. For the third time.
Oh, yeah... He almost had her.
Without warning, Isobel grabbed his face and kissed him deeply. To then pull back a little, and force him to look at her again, fixing her dark gaze on him, but without stopping at any moment. She knew Jubal held back the first time, that he was holding back now. She wasn't going to let him do it anymore. Perhaps they didn't intend to, but Isobel's eyes reached out and bared his very soul. Her insides pulsed deliciously around him, but it was this relentless gaze of hers what overcame him.
Jubal's body shook, ravaged by a sudden, eternal, fiery detonation. Restraining himself for so long made him feel almost like tearing apart.
The loud, uncontrolled moans emitted from his throat were what finally dragged Isobel along.
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Author's note: The story will continue in chapter 5 of "High on", "Jealousy".