Nibbling her way down his jaw as she rubbed along his length, she got to his ear and nipped the lobe, then whispered, “Condom.”
Fumbling like a teenager on prom night, Isaac dug out his wallet and prayed to God he still had something in there. When he found the gold tin, he could have wept with relief. He scrabbled to find the tab, then ripped the thing open, pulled the condom free and slid it down his length. Before he could move his hand, Rachel gripped his cockby the root and sank down on him one merciless inch at a time.
Her sheath was so tight she felt almost virginal. Only his control kept him from giving in to the instinct to lunge forward and bury himself in her welcoming heat.
With his hands resting on her waist so she could set the pace of their lovemaking, he let his head fall back against the headrest. His hips slid a little lower, stopping at the seat’s edge to give Rachel more room to move freely. She took advantage of the change in position and began to ride his length.
Eyes wide open, Isaac gave himself over to a wild passion, one that hovered so close to unfettered freedom that he’d never imagined it could exist.
Not for him.
CHAPTER SIX
RACHELCOULDN’TBELIEVEthis was happening. She’d seized the moment and initiated that first kiss with Isaac Miller. Things between them had gone from a simmering boil to an uncontrollable inferno in roughly 0.02 seconds.
She rode his thick length with abandon, reveling in his size. Women who claimed size didn’t matter had obviously never had the choice between an average penis and an above-average penis. Isaac was well above average, stretching her to the point that pleasure and discomfort converged, and separating the two became impossible.
And she loved every damn second.
Her inner walls quickly stretched, accommodating his length and girth, and she took him as deep as she could with every downward stroke. Grinding her mons against his pubic bone, she stimulated her clitoris, rocking and rubbing with more primal hunger than finesse. That would come next time. And therewouldbe a next time. She wanted nothing more than to lose herself in him tonight.
She reached between them and begin to strum her clitoris, pushing herself higher as she rode him harder, crying out with frustration when he moved her hand, only to hum with appreciation when he replaced it with his own.
He worked her like a maestro, plucking and pulling and pressing at just the right moments, pushing her so far that she could no longer think, could only grab his shoulders and give her body over to his control, inherently trusting him to give her what she needed. That was when she felt it—the orgasm bearing down on her, rushing through her with a force that threatened to shatter her.
Isaac wrapped his free arm around her hips and pulled down at the same time he drove his hips up and pressed the broad pad of one thumb on her clitoris with calculated strength.
Rachel’s release nearly tore her apart, ripping a shout from her throat that left her exposed, completely at his mercy as he pushed her through the first orgasm she’d had with a partner in more than five years. With his cock buried in her and her walls contracting around his solid length, it was only seconds later that she felt the repeated pulse of his orgasm work through him.
Head thrown back, the tendons in his neck strained as he rode out his own pleasure in relative silence, a single, sharp gasp the only sound he made.
Rachel couldn’t have looked away even if she’d wanted to.
Small waves of sensuality rippled through her as Isaac’s hips jerked one last time, his orgasm finding its end. She wanted more, wanted to repeat that over and over tonight, so that she was physically sore tomorrow and thrilled with every aching muscle she earned between now and then.
She collapsed against him, breathing in the scent of warm wool, hot skin and the spicy yet earthy remainder of cologne on his collar. Saltiness spread across her tongue as she traced the tip of her tongue over his neck and, again, nipped his earlobe.
The car struck a bump in the road and jolted Rachel so much that Isaac had to help her retain her balance, though he withdrew from her even as he held on to her shoulders. She moved then, returning to her side of the car, and pulled her dress down around her hips as she searched for the scrap of her underwear, though she couldn’t find it in the dimly lit interior.
Beside her, Isaac worked to set himself to rights. Between rustling clothes and rapid breathing slowly returning to normal, he glanced her way.
“Rachel?”
She looked up, pleased at the high color riding his cheeks. “Yes?”
“We’re here.”
“What do you mean ‘here’?” She set her clutch beside her as she tried to wrangle her breasts back into the revealing but nonsupportive V of her dress.
“My boat.”
It was then that she realized the car had stopped moving.
The windows were tinted too dark to see out of, so she moved to open her door.
Isaac reached out and stayed her hand, resting his across her forearm. “Let David get the door for you.”
“David knows what we’ve been up to. I doubt he’s inclined to open my door.”