The impact of those words lands in my aching cock. My tongue massages her clit, one strong swipe against her, pressing down harder than I have before. She moans, the sound sending blood rushing to my groin.
“Come, baby.” I pull my fingers out of her, dragging my tongue through her center again and again. “Let me feel you come apart.”
Isla’s hands reach for mine, threading our fingers as she thrusts against my mouth, trying to push herself over the edge. Her body twitches as she spirals toward orgasm.
I want to encourage her, to tell her how fucking beautiful she looks riding my mouth, but nothing could drag me away from worshiping her.
She sucks in a sharp breath, rolling her hips against me once more, and detonates. Her body shudders, her movements uncoordinated as her orgasm rips through it. I keep my tongue in place, lightly licking her swollen clit until she pushes my forehead away.
“It’s too much,” she whimpers as her body goes limp, collapsing against the couch. She takes a few deep breaths, chest rising and falling until it settles to its baseline.
I run my fingers along her thigh, admiring the mess I’ve made of this woman. “This is the hottest moment of my life.”
I wait for embarrassment to hit me after that vulnerable admission. A fear that I could screw this up by showing my feelings toosoon. But none comes. Because I want her to know where I stand. I’m not sure that I could hold these feelings in if I tried.
Isla propels into a sitting position, gaze clashing with mine. She’s distracting all over again, a reminder that I still haven’t taken care of the situation between my legs.
“You are so fucking perfect,” I sigh.
Her eyes lower, as color rushes into her cheeks. She starts to reply before abruptly cutting herself off when her eyes land on my cock. “Wes—” She shifts until she’s on her back again. “I’m going to need you to fuck my mouth.”
She states the words so matter-of-factly, and I’m afraid it’s my weakness. That brazen tone telling me what to do to her. I’ve never had a sexual experience like this before, one where I’m both in control and left at another person’s mercy.
My hand brushes against my dick, hard as a rock.
“You know how good I feel,” she whispers.
Her fingers brush against her hardened nipples, and I lose it. I grip my dick, pumping once, twice, then line myself up with her mouth.
“Fuck it,” I say, sliding home. Her warmth and softness surround me as I ease inside her until I hit the back of her throat. Her lips close around me, her cheeks hollowing out to tighten the space.
I withdraw from her mouth before pushing back in, my vision blackening at the edges. I won’t last long. She feelstoo fucking good.
“Tell me if you need me to stop.”
She hums in acknowledgment as her lips close tighter around my cock. I pump in and out of her, in complete control of the speed of my movements but not of anything else. Not the tingle shooting upmy spine. Or the dig of her nails into my ass as she grips my hips. I’m definitely not in control of the flood of possessiveness through my body from taking her like this.
“I’m almost there,” I groan.
I keep my movements strong but slow, wanting to drag this out as long as I can stand it. Isla’s tongue changes positions, licking down the side of my shaft before teasing the head.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant as her lips slide down my cock. My hips jerk as I come undone, and spill down her throat.
I slowly ease myself out of her mouth, sitting back on my heels as I catch my breath. She’s watching me, her fingers tracing over the satisfied smile on her face. I’m hit with this inexplicable wave of longing for her.
Fucking hell. I come apart, and all I want is to keep her close.
Isla rolls over until she’s sitting upright. “Feeling better?”
“Areyoufeeling better, Red?”
She sits on her heels folded beneath her body, mirroring my posture. “I’m great—”
I lunge forward, placing my lips onto hers, not ready to give up this closeness and head into the real world yet. My hands land on either side of her face, threading into her hair. She kisses me, a slow, deep slide against my lips to match mine. Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me closer to her.
Cinnamon surrounds me, my new favorite scent — a rush of warmth, and safety, and exhilaration all in one. I run my hands down her body until they land on her bare hips, kneading into her soft skin.
“Okay, we should stop,” she says, pulling away from me, “or I’m going to need you again.”
