“I’m going to push this skirt up now, Hailey. And I’m going to kiss your leg every inch of the way, all the way up to where you want me. You ready for that?”
I nodded, my throat tight.
He shook his head. “I need words.”
“I’m ready,” I said, my voice cracking.
He smiled at me. “Just relax. We’ll take it slow.”
“Any slower, and I’ll fall asleep,” Neil muttered.
Isaiah’s hands tightened on my legs. “You be quiet,” he snapped.
Neil’s lips pressed together. Now that I’d looked at him, the tension in my chest wound tighter.
“Hailey.”
I looked back at Isaiah.
“Eyes on me, baby.” His eyes softened when I nodded. “I want you up on your elbows so you can see exactly what I’m doing.”
I did as he asked. He shifted between my legs, everything below the knee dangling over his shoulders as he ducked his head underneath my skirt, mouthing the skin on the inside of my right knee.
My hands clenched on the comforter under me as he pushed my skirt up my legs until he was visible again. The fabricwhispered over the outsides as he kissed up the inside, reaching my thighs and making them shake, then reaching even higher.
When he kissed the damp spot on my underwear, his groan mingled with my choked sound.
“You smell so fucking good,” he said, licking a dent in the fabric and making my thoughts scatter.
“You haven’t even taken her underwear off yet.”
Neil’s voice dragged me back to reality. Isaiah nuzzled me intimately, but the initial moment was lost.
My skirt remained hiked up around my waist. Isaiah’s fingers slid into the waistband of my underwear. They were plain black cotton, but black was the sexiest I had. His touch sent tingles along my hips.
“Ready for these to come off?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, even though I didn’t feel as certain as I had when he was kissing the inside of my thighs. He kissed there again as he tracked back down my legs, dragging my underwear with him.
The AC took that moment to turn on, a sudden swirl of air making me more sensitive to being bared for them both to see, and I shivered. Then Isaiah was between my legs again, letting them drape over his back as his fingers parted my labia.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, baby.”
His words made me clench even as embarrassment flooded through me at having him staring at my vagina from so close. My hairy, dirty vagina.
“I don’t shave,” I blurted out, like he couldn’t see it for himself. “Should Ihave—”
“Stop that. Your cunt is gorgeous.”
“Gorgeous?” Neil repeated, his tone doubting. “Are you serious?”
My thighs tried to close, but Isaiah was still between them. His jaw clenched, his upper cheek flexing. “Last chance, man.” He turned his head, glaring at Neil. “Keep your fucking mouth shut and just watch, or I’m kicking you the hell out.”
I stared down at the angry man between my legs. Both appreciation and anxiety writhed within me. I didn’t know this man at all, and here he was between my legs with me half-naked.
I whimpered, the sound pathetic.
Isaiah’s hands slid around to caress the outside of my hips. “Sorry, Hailey. I’m not mad at you, baby.” His hands slid underneath me, right over my ass, and tingles flooded everywhere as I arched. His pupils grew wider as he flexed his hands, making me shiver. “Sensitive here, too?”
