“I thought we shouldn’t do this,” she teases, slowly dragging her dress up her body.
My impatience gets the better of me, and my hands land on hers, pulling it over her head. I lean forward, seizing her breast with my mouth, my tongue running along her hardened nipple.
“What did I say about being a brat, Red?”
I sloppily drag my mouth across her chest to her other breast, nipping at her skin, then smoothing it with my tongue. I want to mark every inch of her, to make it crystal fucking clear that she’s taken.
Her head falls back as she sighs. “Wes,” she moans. Her hands tug at my hair, and I lose all train of thought. Fuck, it feels good knowing she’s at the end of her tether.
Nothing turns me on more than seeing her like this.
“I’m done waiting.” She lifts herself off my lap and shimmies out of the lace barrier between us.
Isla grips each side of my head, pulling me up until our mouths crash together again. The kiss is unhinged, like we’re trying to climb into each other’s bodies, a chaotic collision of every part of us—mouths, bodies, tongues, hearts. She pulls at my shirt, shoving it up to run her hands along my abdomen, each stroke ratcheting my desire until it’s off the charts.
I disentangle our mouths. “Ready for me, Red?”
“Yes,” she gasps as my fingers stroke between her legs. “Do you need protection?”
“I have condoms.”
“Glad you’re prepared, Taz, but that’s not what I’m asking.” She gives me a snide little smile, which slides off her face as soon as my fingers pick up the pace. “I—can’t…think when you do that.”
“If you’re asking if you need protection from me, you don’t. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time, Isla. But you call the shots.”
“I’m on birth control,” she says. “And I was tested before I moved back.”
“You’ve been with no one since?”
She slowly shakes her head. “Only you.”
“Fuck me,” I groan, loving the surety that she’s as fixated on me as I am on her.
My arms wrap around her body, lifting her off me and placing her flat on the empty stretch of blanket. I’m never going to look at this truck without imagining Isla laid bare to me—legs parted, lip bitten, eyes molten as she watches me strip out of my clothes. She swallows hard when my boxers slide down my legs, and my cock springs free.
I drop to my knees in front of her, but she snaps her legs shut. “That’s not what I want.”
“No?” I pump my dick twice, slowly running my hand down my shaft as she watches, rapt.
“Come here,” she murmurs, curling her finger and motioning to herself. I cover her body with mine, propping an elbow beside her head, tucking hair behind her ear with my other hand.
“Stop making me wait, Wes,” she whispers.
She brings her mouth to mine, but her lips don’t linger long, pulling back to watch my cock line up to her entrance. I ease inside her slowly, deliberately, wanting to savor this first time. There’s nothing fucking hotter than watching myself disappear inside her—at least not until I tear my gaze away to look at her face.A pang reverberates through my chest, a deep ache for her, even though we’re joined, closer than close.
What is she doing to me?
She nibbles on her bottom lip, letting out breathy gasps, adjusting to my size as I seat myself to the hilt. I bite the inside of my mouth to distract from how unfuckingbelievable she feels around my cock, pressed against my body, imprinted on my mind. My knuckles slide across her rosy cheeks, while I stare into the depths of those ocean blue eyes, searching for a sign that she’s feeling what I am.
“You okay?”
“Perfect.” She winds her arms around me, tugging until she bears my weight. “Now, please move.”
I kiss her, my tongue stroking hers in time with each punishing thrust. Her heart pounds, or maybe it’s mine; we’re so close that I’m losing track of where I end and she begins. I drive into her with everything I have, pulling out of her and slamming back in. Pressure builds at the base of my spine, and all I can do is chase its release, lost to Isla and the way she’s set every single nerve ending in my body ablaze.
She wraps her legs around me, changing the angle that my cock hits inside her. “Yes, there,” she moans, as we find a rhythm until we’re a seamless give-and-take. “You feel so fucking good.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders. I fixate on that pinch of pain, to avoid losing control. I close my eyes, unable to take the unreal sight of Isla’s sweat-soaked hair matted to her face as she unravels beneath me.
