“Then why haven’t you started yet?” she snarks back, and I lightly slap her clit, raising my eyebrow.
“Patience. I was complimenting you and savouring the experience.”
“Less complimenting, more licking, please.”
I let out a low chuckle. “Well. What the lady wants, the lady receives.” I move in and press my tongue flat against her slit, rumbling a groan at her taste. “Fucking delicious.” I hear the soft thud of her body falling back against the mattress, and then fingers are tangling in my hair, holding me in place.
As if I’d move. Ha.
For I don’t even know how long, I lose myself in pushing her to the edge, then slowing down, backing off, and making her cry out in frustration. Then I do it all over again. And again. Until her body is coated in a thin sheen of sweat and she’s panting, unable to formulate words beyond my name and a begging “please.”
I’ve lost count of how many times she’s cried out that she’s close. But I stand only when my dick hurts so badly from needing to get inside of her that I might pass out. Her eyes blink open just in time to see me swipe my thumb around my mouth before I suck off every last drop of her.
“You’re…what? I haven’t come yet,” she says in a petulant voice. I smirk as she pushes herself up on her elbows.
“I know.”
That’s all I say as I roll a condom down my dick and then grab her hips, lifting her lower body off the bed, and slam inside of her tight, wet heat. Almost instantly, she screams through her first orgasm. I grind my pelvis into her, trying to drag it out, but the way she’s clenching around me makes it almost impossible. Somehow, I find the strength to pull out, but only for the barest of seconds before I’m plunging back in. Pumping my hips, working her up, up, up, and she careens off the edge into a second climax.
“Oh my God,” she sobs. “Oh my God. Kai. Oh!” Her voice rises at the end when I maneuver my hand between us and rub circles on her sensitized clit. Her head thrashes side to side, and the only sound I can make is a grunting noise as my own release barrels through my body.
“Fuck, Isabelle.” I manage to gasp out as my hips stutter and stall, my orgasm shooting into her. I groan through the last of it before my arms give out and I collapse, just barely managing to shift to the side so I’m not pressing my entire weight onto her.
“I think I’m dead,” she eventually says in a dreamy voice. “You killed me and this is heaven, right?”
My words are muffled, given my face down position. “Nope. If it was heaven, I wouldn’t need a few minutes to recover before doing that again.”
Isabelle snorts, and her laughter dislodges me enough that I slip out and roll fully onto my side, gathering her into my arms.
“I’m gonna need more than a few minutes, hotshot.”
“Fine. Ten.”
“How about twenty, and if you’re good, I’ll blow you in the shower.”
I lift my head. “Fifteen and you’ve got a deal.”
Chapter thirty-one
Isabelle
Waking up with Kai Yamaki between my legs? Definitely a good morning.
"There she is.” He lifts his head, his thumb still stroking circles over my flesh. “I wondered how long it would take for you to wake up.”
I blink sleepily, my brain still catching up to reality. “In my defense, I was having a really good dream.”
He leans down and licks my slit. “Better than this?”
I moan as he sucks my clit into his mouth and slowly slides a finger inside of me. “Nope. This is definitely better than dreaming about a pool boy feeding me pasta.”
His hand stills. I bite my lips and keep my eyes closed.
“You were dreaming about another man. While I was eating your pussy?”
I can’t control it. My body starts to shake with laughter. It doesn’t take long for Kai to realize what’s going on.
“You fucking brat.” He blows a raspberry on my stomach, making me squeal before I go back to giggling. “I should withhold orgasms just because of that. Not funny, Isabelle.”
