“You are so beautiful.” He whispers the words like a prayer. It’s a compliment I’ve heard a thousand times before. Words that are often shallow and impersonal. To be a model and actress is to be judged by my outer appearance, something I try not to obsess over. But the reverence in the way Isaac says those words catches my breath. They seep into my soul and maybe that’s because I let him see more than just the Hollywood starlet side. He sees me, totally and completely.
“Do you have a condom?”
“Yeah.” He reaches into his back pocket and pulls one out with a sheepish grin.
“Prepared.”
“More like hopeful.” The hint of his smile bolsters my confidence. If there’s one thing that comes easy between us, it’s chemistry. In that regard we’re one hundred percent compatible.
I reach for his jeans, undoing the button and lowering the zipper. I feel as if I’ve won a prize. As if I’ve been waiting my entire life to explore a connection like ours more fully, and it’s finally happening. “I wanna suck you first.” I drop to my knees, dragging his pants and underwear down with me.
“Fuck.” He tips his head back with a groan. “When you say things like that . . .” But he doesn’t finish his sentence. I’ve already sealed my mouth over his head.
Licking and sucking, I bring him to the back of my throat and hold him there as long as I can. When I can’t take it anymore, I release him with a pop. A satisfied grin teases my lips as I find his gaze. “What?”
“You drive me wild.”
“Good.” I want him that way. With no inhibitions or reservations. Wrapping one hand around his hard length, I pump him and lick the tip. Teasing. Sucking. His building pleasure uncoils my own and my clit pulses with need.
“Te gusta así?” His fingers brush back the hair from my face, gathering the strands together in his fist. I expect him to take over, drag my mouth down to the base so I’ll gag, or even pull me off. But once again Isaac surprises me. He doesn’t need control. He’s happy to let me set the pace.
I relish in the power of it. “I want you to come in my mouth.”
There’s that sexy groan again. “Cora. Fuck.” His eyes practically roll back. He yanks me away by my wrists and steps back. “Not this time. I want inside you.” He pulls me off the ground, picks me up and sets me on the bed.
I crawl back, resting on my elbows to appreciate the view. His body is lean and long. His dark features and ink in this low light make him appear dangerous, but I know the truth. Of all the people in my life, he’s the kindest, most protective, passionate man I’ve ever known.
He kicks his jeans the rest of the way off and joins me on the bed, crawling over my body to claim my lips. His fingers caress my skin, starting at the swell of my breasts, down my stomach, and settling at the waistband of my underwear. “Can I?” His touch sends goosebumps over my flesh as he grazes the sensitive nerves. He leans his body to one side, his weight resting on his elbow.
“Please.” I raise my hips off the bed, and help him remove my panties. While he draws lazy circles around my clit, I sit up, unclasp my bra, and toss it aside. I relax back onto the plush bedding, lifting my head and leaning on my elbows to watch his masterful fingers. “You’re so good at that.”
“I love your body.” His fingers spread my pussy, his gaze fixated on the wet folds. “The way it responds to my touch.” He dips a finger inside to punctuate his point. “How good you taste. Fuck, Cora.” He scoots up the bed, his forehead resting against mine while his fingers continue to work. As if he wants to watch from my vantage point while he fingers me. He adds another finger, his thumb stroking my clit when they’re both inside me. “You taste so good.” He brings his fingers to his lips and sucks.
The scent of my arousal fills the room. His hardness presses against my leg. We have no reason to rush, but the sudden urge to speed things up, claim this moment, and seal our bodies with a promise overcomes my senses.
“Fuck me. Please.” I reach for his cock, stroking him as he plays with my clit. “Don’t make me wait.”
He captures my lips for a kiss, his fingers bringing me closer to the edge. “Tell me what you need, baby.”
“You.”
Isaac reaches across the bed for the condom, and resting on his back, he opens the packet to roll the latex on.
I twist to my side and press his shoulders down on the mattress. Kissing him with all the passion unfurling inside my chest, I straddle his body and situate myself over his erection. He reaches between us, helping to line us up. I find his gaze and my breath catches at the longing. With one swift movement I sink down, my body stretching with the fullness. Oh, God. Yes! Pleasure rushes through my nerves, heightening my awareness.
He groans, his hands sliding up my thighs and fingers digging into my hips, encouraging me to move.
Finding my rhythm, I lean back and spread my legs even wider to ride him in earnest. I’m so wet. He’s hard. We come together as if we were always meant to have this moment. The physical satisfaction fuses with our emotional connection. It’s almost too much, too fast, but I can’t stop. Each tilt of my pelvis as I grind down on him brings me closer to the burst of pleasure waiting to be unleashed.
“Cora.” He moans my name as if it pains him. His grip on my hips tightens and he stills my movements with his strength. “Cora. Wait.”
“Is everything okay?” I ask, worried that I lost track of meeting his needs in satisfying my own. “This feels good?”
“So good. Too good.” He chuckles on a ragged exhale. “I haven’t . . .” He swallows thickly and his gaze lifts to the ceiling. “It’s been a while. I can’t—It’s just—I don’t want to disappoint you.” Oh. That.
“You couldn’t.” I smile, waiting for his gaze to find mine. When he does, I rotate my hips and resume riding him, only slower this time. The intensity of his gaze flips my stomach in nervous butterflies. The way he looks at me, it’s as if I’m the only woman for him.
“Fuck. You feel amazing. Shit.” He lifts his hips with each sway of mine, our bodies coming together with more power. “We should stop. Or slow down.”
“No.” I shake my head. Clenching my muscles around him, I rock back and forth, picking up my pace. “Don’t stop.”
His hand spreads wide over my hip, sliding forward so his thumb can brush my clit. “You may think otherwise when I blow before I get you off.” It’s not a contest. Besides, he made me come before and with only his mouth and fingers—something most men struggle with. But I won’t bring that up. Tonight isn’t about getting off; it’s about coming together.
“Don’t slow down.” I arch my back, move faster. Feel him deeper. “Don’t hold back.”
His gaze meets mine and I swear there’s fire in its depths. “You want this?” He pulls me down on his body, capturing my lips. With a swift move I don’t see coming he flips me on my back. Fuck, yes. The control in his thrusts nail me to the mattress. He pulls out, almost to the point our bodies are no longer connected, then slams back in.
Oh, God. “Yes.” He does it again. Fuck me. Pleasure tingles throughout my body, wanting him to do it again. “Give me everything. I won’t break.”