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He was absolutely gorgeous, this husband of hers.
Isabel stared at his naked chest, then ran her fingers against the small patch of coarse hairs in the center before scrubbing her fingertips over his skin.
Yes. This was what she was dying to feel all along. Skin on skin.
Her heart thumped loudly in her chest as she kept exploring his body. She kissed his neck, then the hollow at the base of his throat.
Rhys took her backside in his hands and squeezed. Isabel moaned, and her head fell back. Rhys took that opportunity to sink his mouth into her neck, then down to her breasts.
Isabel moaned, her hips moving in a sensual rhythm.
Suddenly, she remembered the cards she’d been perusing and was curious to try something out. Her hand slid lower, and she touched his engorged length.
“Wait,” Rhys said on a hiss and caught her fingers in his. “If you touch me there, I am not going to last more than two minutes.”
She didn’t care if it took him two minutes or two seconds. She wanted him to come to completion, and she wanted to be the one to cause it.
Isabel smiled slyly and, without breaking eye contact, slid down his body.
Rhys’s breathing accelerated, and he fell back with a groan.
Isabel reached his shaft and licked her lips. It was quite large, dark red, and covered with tiny veins. It was pulsing and seemed like it was about to burst. Isabel remembered how tiny it was that day at the stream and how she naively thought that was how it was going to stay.
Well, she couldn’t say she was upset to learn the truth. Isabel giggled.
Rhys raised his head. “A woman’s laugh is not something a gentleman likes to hear when he’s exposed to her in all his manly glory.”
Isabel covered her mouth with her hand and giggled again. “I am sorry. I think you are gorgeous.”
Rhys smirked. “It doesn’t appear so.”
“Oh, no. I do.” She tentatively touched his length with her fingertips, and it jumped in reaction. “It’s just… when I saw you naked for the first time, I thought it was rather tiny.”
Rhys sat up again, a familiar scowl adorning his beautiful face. “When was this?”
Isabel licked her lips. “I didn’t tell you this, but I saw you that day at the stream.”
“That—” Rhys’s eyes widened. “You saw?”
“I did.” Her cheeks heated.
“And you thought—”
“I did.”
Rhys fell back down with a groan again. “It was cold. My nether regions do not respond well to the cold.”
Isabel giggled again and touched his length, then enveloped him with her hand at the base. It was smooth and silky to her touch. It jumped in her hold, and Isabel smiled.
“But it does respond well to warmth?” Her voice came out thick and breathy with passion.
“Yes, very well.” Rhys’s answer was a pained groan.
Isabel tried to remember the instruction on the cards as she crouched before him and took the tip of his length into her mouth.
His hips bucked, and his hand immediately went to cover her head. “What—”
Isabel swirled her tongue, tasting him, and took him in deeper. Rhys wrapped her hair around his fist and pulled.
