“Feels good,” I whispered, deciding to start as I meant to go on. My husband, bless him, had done everything in silence and in the dark of night. I was a more visual creature who really got off on touch, taste, sight. I wallowed in using all my senses. I mean sex should be a decadent, sensual experience. No, I wasn’t going to act the coward and hide in the dark as I’d decided earlier.
Isaac stood with a suddenness that made me squeak. I clutched his shoulders, fearful of ending on my ass. Murmuring reassurance, he lifted me easily, and since I was in no danger of falling, I relaxed to enjoy the experience. “My bedroom,” he said. “You carry the drinks.” He bent a fraction so I could pick up both brandy goblets.
A minute later, I placed the glasses on a bedside cabinet and then bounced lightly on the huge mattress when he set me down. He flicked on the light, illuminating the huge room with a warm glow.
“I get to unwrap you first,” he said, waggling his dark brows in a mischievous manner.
No arguments from me. I was already at the point where my clothes were a hindrance. Even the mystery underwear became unimportant. I wanted skin on skin and nothing else would do. Seeing my acceptance, his hands went to the small pink buttons on my shirt. His big hands trembled when he attempted to unfasten them, and I stilled him with a smile.
“Let me get the buttons.”
His laugh was self-conscious. “I’m not usually this clumsy.”
Knowing him as I did, it was easy to believe, and the thought warmed me. I liked the fact that he wasn’t taking me for granted, that there were a few nerves in him as well.
“Kiss me,” I suggested, busily undoing my buttons. “And maybe take off your shirt so I can ogle.”
Isaac straightened and rapidly stripped off his shirt. I stilled in the process of unbuttoning mine. He was gorgeous—an almost hairless chest with golden skin and just the right amount of muscles.
“I have to bite,” I said in a breathy voice.
Isaac chuckled, the sound bringing a flood of arousal to my pussy. I fidgeted, half embarrassed, half triumphant at my body’s excitement.
“No biting before I see bare breasts.” He bent to rake his tongue across the soft swell of my stomach. A moan escaped me accompanied by a tightening of my womb. Yep, revved and good to go. I practically ripped off my shirt and tossed it on the floor, popping the back enclosure of my bra for good measure. Seconds later, my plain white bra hit the ground.
“Let’s get the rest of the undressing done and out of the way,” Isaac suggested. “As much as I want to unwrap you, I’m a little anxious.”
“You’re hiding it well,” I said in a dry tone, my gaze darting down to visually measure the bulge of his cock beneath the black trousers. Always interesting to see the size of the package. Things looked pretty promising.
“You think?”
The trace of nerves in him steadied me. “Race you,” I suggested. “The winner gets to bite first.”
We both burst into a flurry of movement. Clothes flew in all directions, mingling on the floor with scant regard to gender. Isaac won, which wasn’t surprising. I wore a few more clothes than him, and I labored under a handicap. One look at his bare butt and my fingers stalled, refusing to work. My mouth watered. I must have made a sound because he turned. And dammit, the full frontal view was just as spectacular.
“Stay right there,” I said in a thick voice. “Don’t move a muscle.”
“But I won. I get to bite first.”
“Rain check,” I said. “I’m not going to bite.” I flung my remaining clothes to the ground and sank on my knees in front of him. “But I’m gonna taste and do some heavy duty licking.” I put a tentative hand on his thigh and glanced up at him. His eyes were heavy-lidded with hunger, and a tinge of color highlighted his cheekbones. His breathing was deep and a trifle unsteady.
I traced my forefinger the length of his silken shaft. He swallowed audibly.
“I can’t believe I’m nervous,” he confessed.
“That makes two of us. Or at least I was nervous.” I curled my hand around his cock and pumped slowly. “Now I’m just plain horny. Sit back and let me play.”
A laugh escaped him, the tension leaving his muscular legs. His hands cupped my head and threaded through my short curls. I released his cock and licked my lips, a tiny sigh of pure appreciation emerging at the sight. Swollen and extended full length after a few short pumps of my hand, the head was a purplish red. Steadying myself, I leaned close and licked the tiny slit at the end, breathing in his spicy scent at the same time. Isaac groaned, and a bead of pre-cum appeared. I savored the salty taste when I licked it away.
“God, do that again,” Isaac demanded, his hands tightening in my hair.
I loved that I could drive him crazy with just the touch of my tongue. I ran the tip of my tongue along a prominent vein. His hips jerked when my tongue neared his swollen crown. Impatient to taste him again and drive him crazy enough that he’d beg, I took him inside my mouth. Yeah, I know. When it comes to sex I have a nasty streak. I like to tease, but I figured he should know this up front. So to speak. And I knew he’d probably get his own back.
My eyes fluttered closed and I dived into a world of sensation. His salty tang exploded in my mouth as I teased another drop of semen from him. His breathing deepened, and I encouraged him to thrust by taking him deeper into my mouth. Some women didn’t like sucking off a man, but I didn’t belong to that club. I gloried in the power, and the fact they were usually willing to return the favor didn’t hurt a bit. A woman after the main chance—that was me. And, a tiny voice in the back of my head whispered, if you keep your mouth and hands busy, you might quit worrying about how weird this was—giving head to your daughter’s ex-boyfriend. I froze as horror crowded my brain.
“Don’t stop, Sophie. For God’s sake don’t stop.” Isaac urged me on with both voice and hands, and I zoned out the inner turmoil to concentrate on pleasure. I slid my lips up and down his shaft, in and out of my mouth. I even used my teeth—just a fraction, a tiny scrape across the crown. It made him shudder, so I repeated the move.
Without warning, he jerked from my mouth and touch. I was standing on my feet, with his tongue halfway down my throat before I had time to blink.
