“If you hate my room, you’ll have to tell me. I’ll change it.” He squeezed her hand.
Warmth suffused her. He would do that for her? He led her upstairs to a long hall. “Vince’s rooms are that way.” He pointed toward the wing of the house overlooking the dirt bike track. He tugged. “Mine are over here.” He hesitated and opened a door on the left, and she walked through. He stood in the doorway behind her, perhaps waiting for her reaction.
The suite contained a sitting area, a small office with a wooden desk, and a bathroom with a double shower and a soaker tub. His king-size bed fit in the spacious room done in cream and varying shades of pale blue and green. The colors reminded her of Isaac, soothing and calm.
An enlarged and framed photograph of Isaac and Vince from several years ago hung on one sidewall. They wore championship T-shirts that read 2019.
Seeing her interest, Isaac came up behind her, close enough that his heat radiated onto her. “That was the year I won the Moto2 Championship, and Vince won his sixth MotoGP title.”
“Look how young you were,” she said without thinking. He made her comfortable enough that she forgot to be on guard and blurted out the first words that came to mind. Would he become defensive, like Adam would have if she’d mentioned his age?
Isaac swung her around, his hand resting on her lower back. The room suddenly grew warmer. “So, I look old now?” The corners of his eyes crinkled.
She laughed. “Older. But it suits you.”
“You know what else suits me?” He didn’t wait for an answer as he cupped her face in his firm hands. “You do,” he whispered before he kissed her. His words, as much as the touch, made her shiver.
When they came up for air, she had to fight to make her words coherent. “What about dinner?”
“The oven’s on a timer. I’m not a fool. I knew I couldn’t bring you up here without getting distracted.” This time when he kissed her, she gave herself to the sensation. His hands lit her on fire, and she trembled at his touch. His lips devoured hers, kissing her so thoroughly she ached for more. Her mind emptied, and she lost track of everything except how her body came alive.
She hadn’t been aware of moving until, unexpectedly, she bumped against the edge of the bed. He stopped kissing her and waited, perhaps for a sign. She wanted his hands on her skin. She’d thought sex would be later, but now was better because she didn’t have time to worry about it through dinner. Sliding one hand inside his untucked shirt, she almost gasped at the heat of his skin and the hard, defined planes of his muscles. He kissed her neck and her collarbone until she whimpered.
“You taste so good,” he said, nibbling the side of her neck below her ear, sending shivers coursing through her body.
She arched into him, pressing closer, wanting to feel more of him.When he slipped his hands beneath her shirt, she whispered, “Take it off.”
She raised her arms, and he tugged her shirt off, letting it fall onto the floor. His arms wrapped around her bare ribs, and he leaned, so that they tumbled to the bed with her on top. She threw back her head and laughed. His hands were suddenly everywhere, one cupping her butt, the other in her hair, his mouth on her breasts where they spilled out from her lacy bra. The hand on her butt tugged on her thong underwear.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The way he cursed sounded like praying.
He tugged her bra down on one side and nuzzled her breast, his tongue leaving wet circles that tingled, before he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked. She cried out as desire unfurled deep inside her, its heat spreading.
This was already the best sex ever, and they’d just gotten started.
Isaac was hard beneath her, and she rubbed against him, wanting to feel all of him. He switched his mouth to the other breast with a groan and touched her in different places, his hands roaming. When she started shaking uncontrollably, he returned his mouth to hers, as if knowing she needed his kisses most of all.
Without pausing, he rolled her over, pinning her beneath his fit body, yanking his shirt over his head, stopping their kiss for only seconds. His lips were swollen, and his eyes were heavy-lidded with desire. Did she look the same? She felt wrecked, and this wasn’t anywhere close to over. She needed more.
He unclasped her bra with a quick flick and freed her breasts at last, and he cupped them in his hands, almost worshipful. First one, then the other, the heat sending shivers through her once more. She shrugged the straps aside, and he returned his attention to making love to her, one sensitive piece of skin at a time. When his hands moved lower, it was with purpose. He slid a finger underneath the edge of her underwear, sliding it through her slickness. She gasped.
“You’re so wet.” His fingers swirled over her most sensitive parts, which were swollen with need. “Do you want me to keep going? Should I make you come?” His voice had a husky quality that was new.
She nodded and sucked in her lower lip, unable to keep her hips still, writhing against his firm touch. She should be embarrassed, but she wasn’t. He smiled and kissed her forehead before returning his attention to her pleasure. It didn’t take long before her vision darkened at the edges. She closed her eyes and was met by an explosion of sensation while colored lights like fireworks exploded in her mind. Her body shuddered as shecame and when she returned to herself, Isaac’s finger slowed, but still touched her sensitive core.
She’d never had an orgasm caused by another person, and it left her shaken. This was what all the fuss was about.
His next kiss was gentle. That could be the end of their play. By now she understood he wouldn’t push her to do anything she didn’t want to, for which she wasn’t ready. She slipped her hand between them and caught the waistband of his pants. She unbuttoned the top.
His hand caught hers. “You don’t have to.” His breathing was ragged.
“I want to,” she said, her voice sounding rough. “Take your pants off.”
He laughed before giving her a quick hard kiss and rolling off the bed to undress.
She took the opportunity to slide out of her skirt and her sodden underwear, tossing them to the floor near the rest of their clothes. His athlete’s body was amazing. He didn’t have an extra ounce of fat and was all planes and angles. She scooted farther up the bed and he lay beside her, his warmth touching all along her side. She explored him with her fingers while once more they kissed, this time slow and sweet, leaving her just as turned on as before.
When her hand reached for his cock, the first touch was tentative, but she liked the sound he made deep in his throat when she slid her hand along, up and back down. It gave her confidence, so she did it again, and then slid down, kissing his solid chest and his abs, all the way down.
