His heart thumped steadily against my breasts and his arms wrapped around me so tightly I wasn’t going anywhere in a hurry.
Gradually, he eased back on the kiss. I swear my knees knocked in time with my heartbeat.
“You are a great kisser,” I whispered, almost drowning in the heat I saw in his eyes. Fiery heat that threatened to burn me bone deep. Bring it on. The idea of going up in flames with this man didn’t worry me anymore. I had the rest of the week for regrets.
“I’m good at a lot of things.” The wicked smile that accompanied his words sent lust zapping the length of my body.
“Show me.” It was an order more than a suggestion, but his grin widened into downright toothy.
“My pleasure, Sophie. You have no idea how much I’m looking forward to this.” He scooped me off my feet and placed me on the king-sized bed. The cotton cover was cool beneath my bare butt. His brown eyes swept the length of my body, lingered at my breasts. Lust made me tense and impatient. I wanted him inside me, his cock stretching me, filling me. But he took his own sweet time.
“You have beautiful breasts.” Under his dark gaze, my nipples pulled tighter than they’d been before.
Slyly, I parted my legs, giving him a flash of pussy. “The view is great down here too.”
Isaac chuckled. “I’ve have never had so much fun with a woman. It’s always been about immediate satisfaction before.”
“Sex should be fun. Satisfactory fun,” I added.
“Amen to that,” he said. “I’m going to taste you first, then it’s gonna be hard and fast. You up for that?”
For the first time in my life, I managed a one-brow arch. Hot damn, I thought. Independent brows. I’d always thought this was an urban myth put out by romance writers. I glanced at Isaac’s cock, and it pulsed in reaction. Ooh, a night of many firsts. “You’re up for it.”
“And I can be up for it throughout the night,” he said.
I caught the note of seriousness in his words. His subtle way of telling me that in the bedroom an age gap worked for the benefit of both parties.
I waggled my fingers, parting my legs even further so he couldn’t help but see the view. “Come get me.”
Isaac traced around the rim of my belly button with his tongue. A quiver worked through my body. In truth, the engine didn’t need much warming up. He worked down my body, taking small nibbles from my quivering flesh, licking and kissing until fire roared through my veins. And he hadn’t even got to the good bit yet. As the thought formed, he blew softly against my swollen folds. My clit jumped even though the whisper of warm air had only glanced across it. I smiled at the sight of his dark hair against my pale skin. Then Isaac distracted me. He combed his fingers through my pubic hair and gently parted the delicate lips of my folds. I tensed in acute expectation. He blew again, and this time I realized he’d purposely missed the main attraction.
“Hey,” I said, trying to redirect his mouth.
“Patience,” he answered, his moist breath a balm to my heated flesh. Then, his tongue darted out. He delicately traced the length of my slit. I froze, my breasts tingling in the fallout of his touch. Man, he had a clever tongue. It darted into the mouth of my pussy, collecting up some of the juices produced by my eager body. Like a cat, he lapped at my swollen folds, his soft sighs of appreciation pulling me tight as a bowstring. I vibrated, my head thrashing from side to side on the pillow. And still, he only stroked my needy nub enough to keep me primed. Not a whisker of a touch more.
“Please.” The word was hardly more than a fevered pant. If my arms had been a bit longer, I would have redirected his mouth, but no cigar. I was forced to await his pleasure. My hips moved restlessly. I tried to time my moves, but he soon got wise and used brute strength to hold me still.
“Bully,” I muttered. My hands plucked at my breasts, pinching nipples that ached and throbbed for his hot mouth rather than my own touch.
His head rose, and he licked his lips with a smacking sound. “I love the way you taste. I could lap at your cunt all night.”
Normally, I wasn’t one for coarse language. But in this context, my lover talking to me, the gritty language pushed my need higher.
I licked dry lips. “Let me come first. Please. After that, we should have sex proper. I want to feel you inside me. Then,” I said in a prim, school mistress-type tone, “You can lick my cunt all you want.”
Isaac tipped back his head and howled with laughter. I tried to act the indignant school ma’am at first, but the humor of the situation got to me.
“You’re not meant to laugh,” I chided once he’d stopped. “You’re meant to take action.”
“Action, huh?”
I strummed my fingers across one of his flat nipples until it stood to attention.
Isaac leaned over to open the top drawer of the bedside table. He pulled out a box of condoms and took one out before dropping the packet beside the bedside lamp.
“Raised dots for added stimulation,” he said with a straight face.
“You put it on,” I said. “And hurry.” I stroked my breasts again and arched my body. The insistent and savage ache between my legs needed tending. Isaac ripped the foil packet open and rolled on the condom. I slipped my fingers between my legs and strummed my achy clit. My soft groan drew Isaac’s attention.
