Page 18 of Hunting Isla

“Mmm?” I answered around her nipple, unwilling to stop wrapping my tongue around it while she was emitting those sexy-as-hell noises.

“I want to make love to you. But I think you should know, I’m a virgin.”

I reared back, her nipple slipping from my mouth with an audible pop. “What?” I blinked at her like a dumbass.

“I’ve never had the opportunity to… you know. I had a baby to raise, and I was on the run. There was never really a right time.”

I was pretty sure my brain had stopped working, or my tongue, or something, because I couldn’t formulate anything more in-depth than, “Oh.”

“Don’t freak out,” she said, shifting on my lap. I groaned. It felt so damn good.

But what the hell should I do? Her first time should be special. Or with someone who was an expert in pleasing a woman. I’d heard the noises from Archer’s room in our apartment; he knew his way around a woman’s body. Even Axel would probably be better at this. I’d had a grand total of two lovers in my life, and was little better than a virgin myself. What the hell was I even thinking?

Yep, I was freaking out.

“Are you sure you want it to be me?” Ugh. I wanted to slap myself on the forehead. Could I have sounded any more weak?

She leaned close, until her nose was touching mine. “I want it to be you.”

That was it. I picked her up and laid her gently down on the table. If she was going to give me this honor, then I was going to be the best damn first-time lover that ever walked the planet.

I kissed her, trying to pour the emotions into the touch of our lips. Then I pulled away, moving my lips down past her collarbone, giving her nipples a quick nip with my teeth just to hear her gasp, before following the soft swell of her stomach, resisting the urge to bury my face against her skin and just breathe in her scent. She smelled perfect.

I reached her panties, the only thing preventing me from seeing her completely naked and spread across the table like a feast. Sliding my hands under her ass, I lifted her hips until I could grab the waistband and peel the fabric down her thighs. I sucked in a deep breath. Fuck. She was perfect. My dick was so hard in my sweats, I was sure it was going to snap off.

Dropping her panties on the floor, I fell to my knees and dragged her toward me, until her ass balanced on the edge of the table, her pussy laid bare just for me. I kissed the inside of her thighs, making her hiss, then moved upwards until I could taste her sweetness on my tongue. Now it was my turn to moan. I ran my tongue along the seam of her pussy, swirling my tongue around her clit and smiling smugly as she bucked against my face.

Holding her thighs, I spread her wide and lapped harder with the flat of my tongue. And again. And again. Then I sucked her clit between my teeth, making her scream before she could stuff a fist in her mouth. Pressing my tongue into her tight pussy, I felt her muscles clench. Her muffled screams were echoing around the kitchen.

Hell yeah. I hoped everyone in a twenty-mile radius could hear her pleasure.

“Wyatt,” she said in a low breathy voice that made my dick twitch hard. “I want you inside me, now.”

I’d never wanted anything so bad in my life. I quickly stripped out of my sweats and stood, my hand wrapped around my cock, which was begging to be buried inside her. She eyed it slightly warily, like it was a snake.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll take it real slow. You can say stop anytime.” I might die of blue balls, but I wanted her to feel safe. I needed her to want me as much as I wanted her.

I stilled, suddenly aware that the guys were here. I didn’t blame them; I would want to see the face she made as she came, too. Listen to the symphony of her pleasure.

Leaning in so my body covered hers, I whispered in her ear, “Axel and Archer are in the shadows. They want to see you come apart in my arms. But I can send them away. This is your moment. You’re in control.”

I pulled back so I could see her face. Heat flashed in her eyes, and I knew she liked the idea of being watched. A little voyeur in the making. But then I saw the indecision chase away the lust.

Seeming to come to a decision, she straightened her shoulders and pressed up against me so I could feel the wet slide of her pussy against my cock. “They can stay,” she murmured, loud enough that I knew they’d hear. I heard a sigh of relief, and the quiet grind of a zip sliding down. Then I forgot they were there as Isla rolled against me again.

Taking a steadying breath, I lined up my cock at the center of her heat and slowly pushed my way in. Breathe, Wyatt, I chanted to myself, holding still as she tensed around me. Then I inched in further. Fuck, she felt good. So hot.

Wall Street. Professor Donaldson naked. My grandfather’s underwear. Football. Kanye West.

Hold it together, asshole. Slow.

Then she surprised the shit out of me by thrusting up, impaling herself completely on my cock. A groan of pleasure tore its way from my chest, and I held still.

“All good?” My voice sounded hoarse, like I was physically in pain. Which I basically was.

“Move, Wyatt. Fuck me,” she purred out, and damn, I was gone.

As I pounded into her, I was sure I was dreaming. I just prayed no one ever woke me up.