Oh. Sweet. Jesus.
A moan crossed her lips, completely without her consent. Her thong provided only a thin barrier between their bodies, and the friction of Kellan’s denim-covered cock on her already-sensitive clit sent tiny bursts of pleasure deep between her hips. A wicked smile tore over his lips as he thrust against her sex in another suggestive glide.
“Looks like I’m not the only one who wants more,” he said, and Isabella hinged her hips, leaning in to slide her mouth over his.
“I want you,” she said, trailing her lips down the column of his neck. Kellan’s breath hitched, releasing on a soft groan, and realization unfolded in her mind.
She slid an open-mouthed kiss over his collarbone, then another, and yes. There was the shudder. “Kellan?”
“Ah.” The sound was more exhale than word. “Yeah?”
“What do you want?” Isabella slid lower. Found the dip right between his pectoral muscles. Licked.
He moaned again, lighting a fire way down deep in her belly. “I want…” Kellan’s cock pressed harder against her pussy, and she canted her hips over his for one more delicious thrust before unhooking her leg and moving to his side.
“Mmm hmm?” she asked, returning her mouth to his chest. His muscles flexed and jumped beneath her touch, making the heat in her belly double. She might have promised to make Kellan feel everything, but oh God, the promise of delivering that pleasure had her wanting to come.
His hips lifted off the mattress. Letting her fingers join her mouth, Isabella skimmed a hand over his chest, taking in the smooth, warm expanse of bare skin, then the flat of his belly before moving over the crisp scattering of hair leading into the top of his jeans.
“Isabella.” His voice was pure gravel, her name so intense that her heart stuttered as he said it. She lifted her chin to meet his eyes, her heart slamming even harder at the fierce desire she found in his stare.
“I want your mouth on my cock.”
Isabella’s fingers shook with anticipation, but she managed to loosen the button and zipper on his jeans, and Kellan helped her lose the rest of his clothes with only a few twists and tugs. Sliding lower over the sheets, she splayed one hand wide next to his hip, balancing the rest of her weight on her knees beside him as she wrapped the fingers on her other hand around his cock.
Kellan bit out a curse when she started to stroke, then another when she lowered her mouth to his abdomen. Isabella explored his body with soft, slow touches just as she had with his mouth, teasing here, taking there. She kissed a path from his navel downward, wetness blooming between her thighs when she reached the head of his cock. Pressing her lips over the crown, she spread her lips just wide enough to flick her tongue out for a salty-sweet taste.
“God damn,” Kellan said over a moan. “That feels…”
She opened her lips wider, letting her tongue linger over his smooth, hot skin. “Good?”
“Everything. Christ, sweetheart, you feel like everything.”
The words unraveled Isabella’s control. She parted her mouth over his cock, taking as much of him as she could before returning to the top and starting to suck. The motions of her hand chased the slide of her lips until she found a rhythm both slow and steady. Gliding her tongue all the way down the seam of his cock, she paused to take him deep inside her mouth for a heartbeat, then another, before pursing her lips on an upward slide.
Kellan exhaled his approval, his breath coasting hot and low over her shoulder. He thrust in time with her hand and mouth, guiding her faster, then faster again. Isabella worked his cock in long strokes, wanting him to feel everything and wanting to take everything he had to give. With every pass, need built in her sex like a bright demand, spreading up to make her clit throb and her nipples ache, but still, she didn’t stop.
“Isabella…” His hands hooked in the wild spill of her hair, his muscles coiled so tightly she could feel the need for release pulsing desperately beneath his skin. “I want…fuck, I want…”
“It’s okay,” she murmured, pumping her hand over his slick length. “Go ahead and feel everything. I have you.”
“But I want to have you.”
So fast Isabella could barely process his motions, Kellan levered up from the mattress, separating their bodies for just a breath before grabbing her shoulders to roll her beneath the hard frame of his arms and hips.