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“Oh, fuck, you’re good at that,” she gasped, making him smile against her.
He lifted his head. “Should I keep going?” he teased.
“Mmm.” She wrapped her legs aroun
d his back and tugged him closer. “Only until I come.”
He laughed, but that urge was back. To make her give him some secret part of herself. He didn’t want her capable of speech, much less joking.
He pinched her nipple again and licked more lazily at her pussy, memorizing the taste and feel and smell of it so he could jerk off to her for years. He waited until she was squirming for more, and then he slid his hand back down her belly and pushed those two fingers into her again.
Her hips jerked against his mouth, but he didn’t let her get away. He fucked her hard with his fingers and flicked her clit with his tongue, and she wasn’t talking anymore. She was gasping and moaning and twisting up for more. This was what he wanted. Her heels digging into his back and her pussy dripping wet and her cries echoing against the walls. He eased his tongue off her until it was barely brushing her clit.
“Please,” she panted. “Please. Tom.”
Yes, he thought, beg me. Give me that, at least.
“Please,” she groaned. Her nails dug into his scalp. “I need it.”
He curled his fingers up, pressing against her as he gave her more of his tongue, and she broke, screaming, her hips spasming as she came against his mouth, the muscles of her pussy squeezing his fingers.
When she finally went quiet, Tom stood, wincing at how much his cock ached. He’d bought condoms at the gas station, and he meant to reach for one, but before he could, he was caught by the sight of her. She was spread over the table like a decadent treat, her beautiful, lush body gone rosy with pleasure. He wished he could take a picture, to show her later. Maybe she’d paint it for him.
She was watching him past heavy eyes, happy to let him look as she stretched. But just as he reached for his belt, she sat up. “Let me do that,” she purred.
He backed up when she scooted off the table. “The bedroom?” he asked.
“Oh, I don’t think that’s necessary.” With that familiar secret smile he loved, she backed him up until he was against the kitchen cabinets then unbuckled his belt. “We can do this right here,” she teased. His blood went thick and heavy when she slowly lowered her body until she was kneeling at his feet. She tugged his zipper down and then his underwear, and then her heavenly fist was around him.
She made a noise of approval and glanced up at him. “You’ve got a nice cock,” she said, sliding her hand along it.
Tom couldn’t speak. If he’d thought he was going to get more from her than he gave, he was wrong, because at that moment, he would’ve begged if she’d asked him to. But she didn’t ask.
Still smiling, she pressed a small, nearly chaste kiss to the head of his cock. Then a more lingering one, just her pursed lips, brushing gently against him. He held his breath. Another picture he’d like to take, this one for himself, so he’d never forget the sight of her soft lips parting for him.
And then her tongue licked at him, sliding beneath the crown of his cock and stealing the air from his lungs. He managed not to gasp, but just barely.
Her hold on the base of his shaft tightened, and she stroked up and then back down as she swirled her tongue around him. It was torture. Perfect, delicious torture. His hips shifted forward of their own accord, and Isabelle chuckled.
“Greedy,” she murmured just before she slid her mouth over him.
Oh, shit. Yes, he was greedy. He wanted her mouth like this a hundred times. A thousand. Because she was pure heat and wetness as she closed her lips around him. And then she sucked, and his world turned to pleasure.
She worked her way slowly down his cock, each draw of her mouth making a promise that there would be more soon. A half an inch more, and then another, until she was halfway down his cock, and he was panting. He couldn’t get enough air to feed his thundering pulse, but somehow he didn’t feel weak from the airlessness. He felt solid and strong and feral.
She drew away from him with a slow, maddening slide of her mouth. “God, you’re delicious,” she whispered. “I like you on my tongue.”
He said her name, a crazed sound of need that was begging even if he didn’t form the words. Because she liked him on her tongue. Because he loved everything about that. Because he needed someone just like her, and there was already too much between them.
But she didn’t know any of that. She just took him into her mouth again. Deeper this time, and all at once, and Tom couldn’t stop the tortured groan that tore from his throat.
She used her fist then, sliding up and down in time with her mouth, sending waves of sensation through his whole body. His knees shook a little. His heart shook a lot.
He reached back and curled his hands over the edge of the counter, squeezing hard.
She’d made him vulnerable again, but this time it was good, as if she were kissing all of him at once. He watched her sucking his cock, and he let himself fall completely under her spell. It didn’t matter who was lying to whom. This was so fucking good.
“Isabelle,” he growled. She quickened her strokes in response, and it felt as if every nerve in his body had congregated right there. Right where her mouth sucked and her hand squeezed and his balls tightened.
