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Right now he refused to think about that possibility. He'd waited too long for her and they'd just begun to learn about each other. He wished he could tell her everything, but he couldn't.
For now, he'd simply enjoy having her in his arms. She tasted like the ocean--full of magic and wonder. Her mouth moved slowly over his, her tongue teasing and tasting. Dragging his lips away from hers, he pressed light kisses down her neck and across her shoulders, then reached for the knot holding her towel together.
With a quick movement, her hand clasped his wrist and she pulled away. Instantly he dropped his arm to his side, thinking she'd decided to stop. Instead, her lips curled in a seductive smile.
"Go sit over there," she said, motioning with her head towards the king-sized bed centering the room.
At least she hadn't thrown him out. He settled on the edge of the mattress, his cock clamoring for release.
"Watch me." Her eyes glittered with unspoken words.
Like his gaze could focus on anything but her lush body. He was mesmerized and she was the seductress, the siren who hypnotized him.
She seemed hesitant, uncertain, as if she didn't realize how seductive she really was. Yet just standing there, she oozed more sexuality than any woman he'd ever known. She reached for the knot on the towel and slowly pulled it from between her breasts. The towel slid to the floor as if in slow motion, revealing her bronzed body inch by glorious inch. Dax swallowed past the lump in his throat and fought to keep from reaching between his legs and stroking his cock.
"Slip off your shorts," she commanded.
She didn't have to ask him twice. He stood, his gaze never leaving her heated eyes, and reached for the waistband of his shorts, sliding them down and off.
Her eyes gleamed with passion as she looked her fill of him from head to toe.
"You have a gorgeous body, Dax," she said, approaching him slowly. "Tanned a golden color, your skin soft, your muscles lean and defined, your--"
She'd stopped her visual assessment, focusing on his straining cock. "Yes, quite a hard body."
He willed her to touch him, his thoughts urging her soft hand to palm his shaft and stroke it. But she didn't, instead raised her head and met his eyes, stepping close enough that he could see the gold flecks dancing around the green. "You know, the other day you did something wonderful for me."
"What's that?" he rasped, barely able to find his voice.
With the tips of her fingers she traced lazy circles over his shoulders and chest. "You licked me and made me come."
His throat went completely dry. "Yes. I enjoyed it. You taste sweet, Isabelle."
When he would have reached for her she placed her palms on his chest, stopping him. "No. I want to do something. Sit down."
He sat quickly, his balls tightening when she dropped to her knees between his legs, her mouth at perfect eye level to his engorged shaft. As if it recognized Isabelle's mouth, it leaped toward her. Her eyes widened and she threw her head back and laughed.
"I take it this is okay with you?" she asked, leaning forward and resting her arms on his thighs.
"Hell yeah. Get to it, woman," he teased.
She giggled and leaned up to capture his mouth in a kiss, her tongue darting in and out. Her breasts brushed his chest, teasing and tantalizing him with their beaded tips. But when he tried to touch her, she wriggled away and settled back down between his legs.
Her fingers pressed deeply into his thighs, massaging his muscles, bringing that part of his body to raging life. Her hands were magic, inching closer and closer to his erection and yet not touching him there. His first impulse was to grab her wrists and force her fingers around his shaft, but this was her game and he'd let her play it out in her own way.
After all, right now they should be talking about who he was and where he was from. This wasn't at all what he'd envisioned and he wasn't going to do anything to take her focus away from what she wanted to do to him.
He just hoped he had the patience to sit still while she touched him. He dug his fingers into the mattress and held on tight.
"You have a beautiful cock, Dax," she said in a husky voice that made him shudder with the need to bury his shaft inside her. "Not too big, definitely not too small." She rested her palms at the juncture of his thighs, mere inches away from his pounding hard-on.
Touch it, he willed silently. The burgeoning ache consumed him. Every ounce of blood in his body was centered between his legs. If she didn't touch him, and soon, he might have to resort to begging.
Isabelle didn't touch him, at least not with her hands. She leaned forward and licked the head of his shaft, then slowly slid his cock into her mouth. He sucked in a breath at the heat of her mouth surrounding him, at the visual of her sweet lips closing over his shaft. Pleasure arced through him when her gaze caught and held his.
Her mouth was magic, creating hot explosions of electricity as she took him deep inside her mouth. When she released his shaft, it glistened with her saliva. Drops of pre-come trickled from the head and she captured them with her tongue. He shuddered at the erotic vision.
"You taste salty, like the sea," she whispered, then grasped his shaft and stroked upward. He lifted his hips to give her easier access to his raging hard-on.
He lost it when she bent forward and traced her tongue around his balls. They tightened against his body, urging a release he knew he couldn't hold off for long.
"Damn that's good, baby," he moaned.
Her hands and mouth were heaven and hell, tormenting him with sweet pleasure and sins of damnation. She took the twin sacs gently in her mouth, the warm wetness of her tongue firing his blood and nearly taking him over the edge. Her hands moved rapidly over his shaft and he pumped his hips in time to her rhythm.
Her long hair tickled his thighs, adding more fuel to his already scorching fire. When she lifted up and coaxed his cock deep into her throat, he reached for the silken tresses and threaded his fingers through her hair, matching his thrusting hips to the rhythm of her movements.
"Ah, God, Isabelle, I'm gonna come."
She leaned up and covered his cock with her lips, sucking him deep as the first spasms of his climax shot hot come into her throat. She drained him, milking his balls, swallowing every drop of fluid until he had nothing left to give. Still, he pulsed within her heated mouth.
Dax fell back on the bed, exhausted and thoroughly sated. Isabelle climbed up and lay beside him, fitting her body against his. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, inhaling her sweet fragrance. Her hair and skin held the peach scent he now associated with all things Isabelle. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and ran his hands over her back.
She'd surprised him. More than surprised
him--shocked the hell out of him, actually. Expecting an inquisition and getting a seduction instead was only part of what attracted him to Isabelle. Her wit, her thirst for knowledge and her acceptance and curiosity about him and his life totaled into one attractive package.
The fact they matched so incredibly well sexually only added to her allure.
"Did you like that?" she asked.
He had to laugh at her question. "What do you think? I must have pumped gallons of come down your throat."
She leaned up and over his chest, licking her lips in a way that had his cock stirring to life again. "You tasted good. I loved feeling your movements against me, hearing your heavy breathing and your moans. It really excited me."
He arched a brow. "Is that right?"
"Yes. It made me wet."
Her eyes widened as he brushed his cock against her thigh. "You're ready again?" she asked, the surprise in her voice making him laugh.
"I can't help it. You excite me."
"You excite me too, Dax. So much that I..."
Her words trailed off. He tipped her chin and forced her gaze to meet his. "Tell me what you want, Isabelle."
She sucked in her bottom lip and tilted her head to the side, hesitating for a few seconds before she said, "I think I'd like you to fuck me from behind."
The blush she wore on her cheeks was adorable. Clearly she wasn't used to talking about sex in such a graphic way. He, on the other hand, found her willingness to tell him what she desired exciting as hell. A quick glance around the room failed to give him the location or props he wanted. He leaped from the bed and pulled Isabelle up with him.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"You'll see." He led her out of the bedroom and into the living room. Hmm, yes. The chair in there was perfect.
He placed her in front of the chair, pushing her forward until her body draped over the cushion of the low-backed chair. He stepped back and sucked in a breath, mesmerized by Isabelle's long legs stretched wide, her beautiful ass and pussy so clearly visible in this position.
"Hurry, Dax," she pleaded.
Reluctant to leave the vision she presented, he stepped forward, nestling his hard-on between the cheeks of her delectable ass. He patted her rear, then gave it a light tap.
Isabelle jumped and giggled. "That didn't hurt."
"Does this?" He smacked her right cheek, a little harder this time, feeling her muscles clench.
