But she didn’t take him right away. The man was a tease and good at it. The least she could do was give him a little of his own back.
She ran her tongue along the length of him, keeping her gaze locked with his as she did. If anything, he grew harder and his eyes started to glaze.
Good.
Swirling her tongue around his tip, she caught the tiniest taste of salt before she opened wider and took him into her mouth. He groaned then and his eyes rolled up and back. She smiled.
It was a pleasure to make a man lose himself in what she could do to him. Too many men tried to control this and she tended to get irritated. But Kyle was letting her do as she pleased, and letting her know exactly what worked for him in the process. This was the way she liked it.
Besides, she enjoyed the texture of his soft skin in contrast to the hardness of his erection. And there were his balls.
Easing back, she flicked the tip of her tongue along the ridge around the head of his penis. Propping herself up on one elbow, she used her free hand to caress his balls. The delicate skin of his scrotum tightened at her touch and her fingertips found the super soft spot just behind his balls, lightly brushing him until he lifted his hips.
She took him into her mouth then, as much as she could fit, until his head bumped the back of her throat.
He let out a cross between a moan and a groan. His hands reached out to her, gathered up her hair and held it clear of her face. He didn’t try to grab her head and force it toward his hips, didn’t try to control her at all. So she withdrew in a slow, steady suck as she met his gaze again.
His eyes were wild, lips parted, and he watched her with an intense hunger as he held her hair back. He was enjoying watching her, she realized. The eye contact was intimate, electrifying.
She laved the length of him with her tongue, getting her taste of him and taking her time doing it before lowering her mouth over his tip and sucking on him again. Starting light, she sucked and licked and sucked increasingly harder, watching him enjoy more and more until it was a little too hard and the muscle at his jaw tightened.
Wrapping the fingers of her free hand around the base of his penis, she eased back to the suction she’d found he liked best. His eyes shuttered closed and his head tilted back as those delicious, well-defined abs tightened.
“Isabelle,” he gasped. “This. Incredible. Won’t last long.”
His hands coaxed her back and she let him, smiling. He was honest too and she appreciated it.
“Condom. In my toiletry kit.”
She raised an eyebrow but hey, she tended to pack for any situation too and a toiletry bag was something she kept assembled and ready to toss into whatever bag she was packing. She imagined he did the same.
Rather than make him get up to get it, she gave him another teasing suck over the tip to leave him gasping and went to retrieve the condom.
He opened his eyes as she straddled him again, watched her roll the condom over his length. His hands took her hips and helped her settle over him. When the tip of his penis found her entrance, he caught her gaze and asked quietly, sincerely, “May I?”
She bit her lip then. His consideration undid her. Lost for words, she nodded, bracing her hands against his chest as she lowered herself down on him and he lifted his hips to meet her.
He entered her in a slow, delicious slide.
She shuddered as he filled her, stretched her just enough to make her core clench around him. Oh, he was magnificent, no lie. He buried himself to the hilt inside her and they were a perfect fit.
After savoring the feel of him for a moment, she started to rock her hips. He watched her with a lazy smile, his hands lightly playing over her hips and the curve of her ass as she moved, then his hips started to move to match her.
The change in motion made her clit rub against the very lowest part of his abs, the light brush of skin against her a fantastic tease. She leaned forward, trying to increase the friction, and let her nipples rub against his chest.
He lifted his head to her lips and kissed her then, deep and long until she was drowning.
When the kiss ended, he gently placed a hand against her shoulder and pressed her back into an upright position. His hips still lifted into her, picking up speed. Her breath caught as his hand slid from her shoulder to her breast, kneading and toying with her nipple. His other hand coasted over her thigh and reached between her legs until his thumb pressed against her clit.
His hips surged up then, his cock driving into her as his thumb rubbed tiny circles around her clit.
She cried out and held on to him.
He froze. “Hurt?”
“Oh my God,” she gasped, “If you stop, I swear I’ll kill you.”
He laughed then and did it again. And again.
It felt so incredibly good. She rocked her hips to meet him, encourage him, as the pleasure of it took over. She threw her head back as the muscles deep inside her tightened.
“I’m coming,” she gasped out the warning.