He moved through the large space to the bedroom located to the far side of the loft. During the time he was away, he’d gotten a designer to decorate and convert what he needed to make it liveable. He had a weekend off. He wanted to convince her to spend the time with him. Brad would have to deal with being on his own. As far as his brother knew, she was seeing someone else.
Opening the doors, he laughed when she squealed. In the centre of the room, a large round bed with white silk sheets dominated the room. The view would overlook the sunset every night. What she hadn’t seen was the large mirror above the bed and the several he had round the room. He wanted to see himself making love to her from every angle. He didn’t want any part of her to be in the dark from him. The furniture was a dark red wood, which complimented the white sheets and the plain cream of the walls. Isaac made a note to give the designer a bonus. She deserved the extra money for her success.
Unbuttoning his jacket, he threw it on the available chair.
“This is amazing. I don’t know what to say.”
“Take your clothes off.”
“What?” She turned to him.
Isaac pulled his shirt out of his pants and over his head.
“Take your clothes off. I want to see you naked, spread out on the bed.”
She hesitated, her gaze going between the bed and him. He wouldn’t take any more clothes off until she was naked. She removed her coat first and threw it at him. He caught it and placed it next to his on the chair. Next she pulled off her blouse, her actions jerky. The zipper to her skirt was at the side, and she pulled it down. The sound echoed around the room and made his cock kick in response. He adjusted himself watching the skirt pool at her feet.
She stood in a pair of pale pink panties and lacy bra.
“All of them. I want to see your tits hanging free.” She reached behind her and removed the bra. Her large breasts fell naturally, large nipples poking out showing him her aroused state. Her panties slid down her large hips to the floor. She was round, warm, and everything he wanted to sink in to.
Unbuckling his belt, he pushed his pants down. Isaac winced at the pain from the constriction around his cock. The moment his pants were discarded, his length stood out in one long line.
“Come here,” he said.
She moved toward him, her hips swinging. She looked like his goddess. He loved the new confidence she seemed to possess. She stopped in front of him, not touching but close enough to be able to scent each other.
Isaac cupped her hip and bought her close to him. The smoothness of her skin drove him crazy. There was nothing about her he didn’t like.
“I want you,” she said.
“I want you, too.”
Her hands held his arms in place as she touched him. He moved down to her ass and moved her the last few inches closer to him.
“I want you to paint for me,” he said.
“Why?”
“Because I want to see you with the passion I know you have.”
“I’ll paint for you,” she said.
“Good. Do you feel how hard I am?” he asked.
She nodded her head.
“I’ve been thinking about taking you with you on your knees. Will you do that for me, Elle? Will you go on your knees while I fuck you?”
“Yes,” she said with a gasp.
“Go and kneel on the bed.”
He knew she would see the mirrors the moment she knelt on the bed. She tensed and turned to stare at him.
“Why do you have so many mirrors?” she asked. He noted how she tried not to stare at her reflection.
“Before I take you, I want you to come here.” Isaac had an idea, and he hoped it worked the way he wanted to.
She was shaking. He saw how nervous she was.
“Come on, baby. Trust me.” In slow step she was at his side. He walked the small distance until they stood in front of the closest mirror.
Isaac watched her close her eyes. “Open your eyes.” He covered the right side of her face.
Slowly, she opened them up. “I want you to trust me. You’re under some horrible assumption that you look like a monster.”
“I’ve spent many years seeing it, Isaac. I don’t need to know how bad I look.”
“I think you do because you’re in for a big surprise. Trust me, Elle.” She bit her lip and nodded her head.
He eased the hair off the right side of her face. The scars which he could only imagine had once been red and vicious looking, were now faded. If you stood closely, you could see the outline, but they were not disgusting or frightening to stare at.
“I don’t understand,” she said, her hand touching the mark. “I know my sight isn’t perfect, but I see what other people see when they look at me.”