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When he tenses beneath my palm, I lower his dick just in time for his warmth to coat my chest in spurts. I don’t move, not wanting anything to get in my hair, but I didn’t think this part through at all. I’m not a swallower, though, hence the gagging. The texture just… I can’t deal with it.
Isaac looks down at me with an expression of pure admiration. I may be the one on my knees, but his eyes are worshiping at my altar. He pulls a handkerchief out of his back pocket and cleans me off, then cleans my chest with the greatest of care, as if I’m something precious and priceless. When he’s finished, he tosses the handkerchief to the ground.
“I can’t believe you have a handkerchief,” I point out, grinning up at him.
“It’s good to have one when it’s hot out,” he replies. I reach for his arm for a boost up, but he shakes his head.
“You’re not going anywhere until I’ve devoured every inch of you.” His eyes flash dangerously, and I freeze like a deer caught in headlights, watching him for his next move.
He pulls his shirt over his head and spreads it on the grass. I ease back onto my elbows, not caring that my dress is exposing my underwear. We’re outside, but the yard is surrounded by a fence taller than me, so no one can see inside. I watch him without blinking as he drops to his knees, his hands slipping under my dress and pulling my panties down.
I lift myself so he can get them over my ass, and as I settle down again, he slides them over my knees, lifting one foot and then the other before tossing them aside. He runs kisses up my leg to my inner thigh, the touch leaving goose bumps along my skin. By the time his hands grip under my ass again, I’m nearly shaking with anticipation.
My hands slip under the top of my sundress, my skin still tight with the dried remnants of his release, and the idea turns me on even more. He cups my cheeks, lifting me to his face like I’m something delicious he can’t wait to eat. He even inhales deeply with his eyes closed before diving in with a slow, languid stroke from back to front, his tongue flattened against me. He does that a few more times, with torturously slow strokes, and on the final one, he sucks my clit into his mouth, gently teasing it before releasing it with a satisfying pop. Watching him work my body as if he already knows exactly what to do, no hesitation or reluctance, turns me on even more. Someone told me younger men eat pussy like they’re starving, and I’m so thankful to experience it firsthand.
He glances up, and the image of his mouth on me while our gazes lock sends a rush of adrenaline straight through me. I writhe against his mouth, eager for the contact. He licks and sucks, his tongue moving faster and faster, and as the familiar pressure builds within me, my body tenses. My head drops back, the sensations overwhelming, and just as I’m at the peak, he slips a finger into me, my wet warmth accepting him wholly. He crooks his finger toward himself, the most euphoric feeling in the world washing over me as pleasure floods throughout me. The waves of my orgasm have my legs jerking, until finally they subside and my body relaxes completely.
Isaac covers my body with his, capturing my mouth and kissing me thoroughly. I slip my tongue into his mouth, and his dances with mine. But when our lips part, the reality of our situation hits.
I glance around, thankful for the fence, but you never know when someone will walk into my yard. The past few days, it’s been a popular area. Isaac moves to his feet, then offers me a hand, and I take it and let him help me up. I’m not normally shy after intimacy, but for some reason, I am with Isaac. Everything that just happened was perfect. It didn’t feel like a piece was missing.
He doesn’t drop my hand. Instead, he brings it to his mouth and kisses it softly. “Thank you.”
“Why in the world are you thanking me?” I laugh.
“For calling my company when your heat pump broke,” he jokes.
“Oh shit. You probably need to get back to work.”
“I better. I have a few stops left. I don’t think any of them will top this one, though.” He turns, leading me to the front of the house. He grabs his tool bag from the ground as we walk.
“Hey, you wanna come to a cookout tonight?” he asks. “Ashley and Kyler are grilling burgers, and we’re celebrating the pool being open.”
“I’m not sure. I have Chance, and—”
“He could come. He might like to swim.”
I glance over and I swear Isaac’s giving me puppy-dog eyes. I chuckle. “Fine, but I’ll bring something. Can’t show up empty-handed.”
“Whatever you want to do is perfect.”
We stop at my front porch, and he leans down to kiss me gently. “I’ll pick you up after I finish my calls, how’s that? I can text you when I’m done.”
“Um. How about Chance and I walk over? With everything going on with his dad, I think that’d be best.”
“I understand. I’ll text you her address when I get back into the van.”
Isaac gives my lips another quick peck before heading to his van. He throws me a wave as he hops in and takes off down the street.
I head inside for a shower and to dig out my bathing suit. I might have worn my panties and bra in a hot tub with Isaac, but it was just the two of us then. No way am I running around in my panties in front of his family, or my son.
I hope Chance will take going to this cookout better than he dealt with spending time with his dad’s partner. Either way, I guess I’m going to find out.
SIXTEEN
I HAVEN’T SAID YES…YET.
“This really wasn’t necessary.” Ashley takes in the spread I’ve laid out on the patio table. Hamburgers, hot dogs, macaroni salad, baked beans—all your typical cookout favorites. “It’s just a small get-together.”
