He shook his head and grinned wickedly as he tsked. “No touching, sweetheart. Just enjoy what I make you feel.”
“But...”
My retort broke off when he dug his hand inside the front of my panties and slid his fingers against my flesh, sinking two of them inside.
Heaven.
I lost my ability to speak, my entire focus on the walls of my sex stretching around those two talented fingers.
My head fell forward to land against his forehead as he pulled those fingers out an inch and thrust them back inside, going even deeper than before. I cupped his head and threaded my fingers through his luxurious hair, holding him to me. My mouth was inches from his as he manipulated my sex beautifully.
His eyes were a startling dark midnight blue when filled with lust; his pupils pitch-black and enlarged.
“Ride those,” he growled between his teeth, his nostrils flaring as the smell of sex filled the space around us.
“Baby...” I mewled, then lifted up and slammed my hips down as he requested. Ribbons of bliss wove through my veins.
“Fuck, yeah,” he murmured. “You’re so hot, wet and tight. Can’t wait to sink into you. And once I do, I’m never going to stop, Isa. I can already tell. You’re going to be an addiction. With your sweet fucking mouth, wild hair, big tits and this wet pussy... I’m never going to get enough. Never, baby,” he breathed, every filthy word ratcheting my arousal higher and higher.
I cried out as he ground me down and widened his legs. My thighs were stretched impossibly wide across his lap, my center open indecently for the taking. And, boy, did he take his fill. Plunging his fingers in and out in a relentless rhythm created to draw me to the pinnacle of release.
My entire body was burning. Long underused muscles were screaming and filled to the brim with unreleased tension as he kept at me.
“Can you take more, my Isa?” His tone was rough, as though he’d swallowed a box of craggy rocks.
I shook my head, not even knowing exactly what I was responding to, but I definitely wasn’t certain I could take anything more than what he was already giving me.
Kyson rubbed a third finger alongside the first two and wedged it inside me, making a triangle shape that stole my breath when he eased it in. His thumb came up and circled the throbbing knot of nerves begging for attention as he pierced me deep with three thick fingers.
I tipped my head back, letting out a soundless cry and bounced on his fingers, greedily stealing every ounce of pleasure he was doling out. Positively wanton in my need for release.
Eventually, I was chanting, “Yes, yes, yes,” over and over as he locked an arm around my hips, slid his fingers along the front wall of my sex and tugged down as though he were pulling a fire alarm.
It was alarming. It detonated the swirling intense heat building at the base of my spine and splintering out like a spiderweb of electric pleasure through every single nerve ending.
His mouth slammed over mine as I convulsed in ecstasy, my body succumbing to the sensations, allowing endless waves of euphoria to coat my form in pure bliss.
I shook in his arms and he held me through it, kissing me soft and sweet, swirling his tongue over mine in featherlight touches that sent shivers racing down my cooling skin.
Throughout it all, he held his hand still, locked inside me, until I finally came down enough to lift my head and look into his eyes.
“That was intense,” I whispered rather vulnerably.
He smiled softly and eased his hand out of me and my panties.
“One of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen is watching you catch fire for me, Isabeau.” His voice was a low rumble like the thunder before a storm. “Thank you for that gift, honey.”
I kissed him as tears pricked at the backs of my eyes. For a long time I sat in his lap and kissed him. Swirling my tongue along his lips, nipping them teasingly, getting used to his taste and what made him sigh. I was connecting with him on a physical level I’m not sure I’d ever had before with other men I’d been in relationships with.
Kyson was different.
Unusual.
When he touched me, I lit up. My attraction and desire for him was so far beyond anything I’d ever felt, it scared me. I could so easily lose myself in this man if I wasn’t careful. Though part of me believed that maybe we were both supposed to do that—lose ourselves. My parents did. They loved one another in a way that I revered. People could write books about it. That kind of intensity, respect and commitment to one another...it was special. One in a million. Maybe a billion.
Hell, maybe Kyson was my one in seven billion.
The man who was made for me.
My soul mate.
Not that I believed cosmically we were given only one person who would match with us. I truly believed there could very well be many people on this earth we were meant to have in our lives for different reasons. Jasper was meant to be in my life, too, share it until we were old and gray. I knew that with my entire being. It was the same with my parents. And now my sisters were starting to be something I cherished and knew I would until the day I died. Perhaps Kyson was that man for me. The person I was meant to love romantically. Share my day to day. Come home to at night. My parents taught me to never settle for anything less than what would fill my life with joy and happiness.
After I’d kissed Kyson so long my lips felt bruised, I pulled back. “Should we take this party somewhere more private?” I bit down on my bottom lip, knowing exactly what I was suggesting. My rules be damned.
One side of his mouth turned up. “I’d like that, baby, but I gotta get home. Besides, there are things we still need to learn about one another...and something that I need to explain before we go any further.”
I frowned and curled my fingers around and through his soft hair. “But what about you?” I gestured my chin down to his lap where the hard ridge behind his jeans had not gone down in the least.
He smiled. “I like that you want to take care of me but if I get your mouth on me, or sink inside you, I’ll not want to leave, and we’ll definitely not talk.”
I grinned and nipped at his scruffy chin. “Talking is overrated. Action is where it’s at.” I ran my tongue around the seam of his lips once more.
“Dammit, baby, you steal my words and make my mind go blank but really...” He was cut off by the sound of bodies coming through the back door.
I locked my arms around Kyson’s shoulders and was about to jump off when two figures came barreling toward the door leading upstairs.
I gasped loud enough for the dark figures to enter the light. Which is when I saw Lincoln, his big hands to my best friend’s ass, holding him aloft. Jasper’s legs were wrapped around Lincoln’s waist much the same way mine were wrapped around Kyson.