Slipping off the bed, she stood before him in nothing but the shoes, her hair tumbling around her.
He touched her then, tracing a finger down her neck, across her décolletage, between her breasts and then under so he could palm one breast. When he dragged his thumb across her already swollen nipple, he did so with the softest touch.
Her sex clenched tight when, without warning, he dipped his head and suckled that same nipple with just enough force that her knees nearly buckled. She ran her fingers through his hair and held on to him, encouraging him to show the other breast the same attention.
“Greedy, are you?”
“Hungry,” she said on a gasp. “Hungry for you, Isaac.”
“You’ve got me.”
And that was what she wanted right then. Him. Only him.
Seduction had been her sole intent.Herseduction ofhim. But he had flipped the tables so fast that she was forced to take a step back before she begged him to take her against the wall.
All from a little breast play.
Like she’d realized early on, chemistry wasn’t a problem for them.
But she still wanted to taste him, to have him at her mercy, to hear him call her name and beg for more. And she knew the fastest way to get exactly what she wanted.
Stepping back, she ignored his protest and went to her knees. With intentionally slow movements, she gripped the bottom edge of his boxer briefs and pulled, watching as the elastic waist slipped down and his cock sprang free. She chanced a quick look up, thrilling at the wild look on his face, the way he instinctively spread his legs and reached down to cup his balls.
He wanted this as much as, possibly even more than, she did.
Running her hands up the insides of his thighs, she encircled the base of his cock, pulled the head away from his abdomen and took him all the way to the root. Took him so deep that her nose bumped his pelvis. She rose at a leisurely pace, letting his cock slide along her lips until the crown popped free.
Isaac gasped, his hips lurching forward with such lack of control she knew he had stopped thinking and, instead, started experiencing. And that? That was what she had wanted all along—someone to go on this wild, one-night ride with her, a lover invested in theirmutualsatisfaction versus someone who had a one-sided agenda.
Rachel nibbled the flushed head of his cock, using her teeth to tease and add another layer of sensation.
He leaned back and, using one arm, braced himself against the dresser. “Oh. My. G—”
She swallowed him to the root again, this time working her way up and down the length of him in rapid up-and-down movements that simulated the sex act and left him pumping his hips in time with the pace she set.
Continuing to slide up and down his length, tasting the building evidence of his pleasure, she was surprised when he rested his hand on the crown of her head and encouraged her to slow down. She was about to balk when he ran his fingers through her hair and whispered, “Your mouth is magic, Rachel. Sheer magic.”
He shifted, changing the angle at which he thrust between her lips.
She accommodated the change, which required her to go even slower.
“Your tongue...” He sucked in a sharp breath as she traced the underside of the crown. “God, right there.”
And she focused on the spot that drove him wild.
He started to move then, and she followed his lead, gently nudging aside his hand so that she could palm his sac and encourage him to find his release.
Isaac bent his knees and lost himself to the culmination of the pleasure she’d brought him.
He swept down and, for the second time that night, scooped her up in his arms. This time, he settled her in bed with a kiss on the forehead and climbed in beside her. “My turn,” he said, lips pressed to her forehead.
He left a trail of kisses as he worked his way down her body, his lips and mouth and teeth doing things to her that made her mind blank and her nerves fire in rapid bursts of sensation. When he got to the apex of her thighs, he didn’t slow down. Instead, he parted her legs wider and worked her clitoris between his upper lip and tongue until she was writhing with pleasure, crying out as the first orgasm hit. Isaac didn’t give her a chance to recover before he drove her to her second orgasm, an experience just as intense as the first.
Lying limp beneath him proved the best she could do as small aftershocks played across her nervous system. A slight tap-tap-tap of a finger against her hip tried to get her attention.
“Rachel is busy having an out-of-body experience. Please leave a message at the beep,” she murmured. “Beep.”
“No message necessary,” he responded, and the bed shifted with his weight as he prowled back up her body.