But his reaction was much, much worse.
He ripped that hand away like she’d scalded him—and in all fairness, she couldn’t guarantee that she hadn’t. It felt like she had a furnace between her legs. All she could feel was the sweet unbearable ache of it, constant and so incredibly demanding she couldn’t fight it for a moment. Her head wanted her to say sorry. To slow down and take stock.
But her body spoke first.
“Oh god, Isaac please. Please just touch me,” she gasped out.
And she didn’t regret it. Not even when he passed a hand over his face.
Not even when he answered with incredulity.
“You want me tothatbadly?”
“God, yes. Yes. So much.”
“I don’t think I can.”
“Then at least let me do it myself. Let me make myself come while you kiss me like this. It won’t take long—I’m so close a stiff breeze could push me over.”
It was true, too. She was. Every time she so much as moved she could feel herself getting to that blissful point. It kept rolling up, then receding—each time a little fiercer than before. But he still wouldn’t give in to it.
Instead, he looked away. “Christ. All we’ve done is kiss.”
“Kissing is enough, the way you do it.”
“I thought I was being pretty restrained.”
“The intensity isn’t the problem. It’s that you’re good at it. You’re so fucking good at it. I swear all you have to do is lick my lips like that, and I get so fucking wet.”
“Ohfuck. Fuck, did you have to tell me that?”
“I did if it will make you say yes.”
“Everything you do makes me want to say yes,” he said, so shaky and unsure that she went to say more. To convince him, with some other filthy thing.
But she didn’t need it. A second after speaking, he broke.
He just kissed her, like he’d done in the living room.
Like he couldn’t stop it—and didn’t want to.
And as soon as he did, she didn’t hesitate. She pushed her hand inside her panties. She searched out her aching clit, so desperate and eager, she didn’t even think about what it would feel like when she made contact. Then her fingers just brushed over the tip of her stiff bud, and she knew. Oh, yeah, she knew then, all right.
It was like someone had connected her to an electric current. She almost swallowed her own tongue, it was so intense. She had to ease back just to stop her orgasm from potentially killing her—though there were other reasons, too.
Like the fact that he was watching her.
He was watching her fuck herself. Carefully and surreptitiously, in between languid kisses to her mouth and throat. But he was definitely doing it. She could see his eyes drifting down when she arched her back, and again when she rubbed a little faster.
Though it was her expressions that really seemed to get him.
She let out a long moan, and felt him shift just so he could see it. Just so he could take in her parted lips and her frown of concentration, in this almost feverish sort of way. His eyes actually skittered over face, as if searching for something he didn’t know how to find. And it made her eager to give him more. To slow her movements even further, so he could savor everything she was doing.
And so she could savor him.
He was biting his lip now, and he only bit it harder as time ticked on. A little more of this show—of her arching her back and rocking against her hand and making hot, desperate sounds—and he was definitely going to do more than kiss her. All she had to do was hold off, and he would break.
Though when he did, she wasn’t prepared.
