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His voice was low and husky. “I know you’re ready for me. But I want you going out of your mind.”
I was out of breath, not to mention thoughts and words, and all that came out was a whimper of hunger, impatience, arousal… every goddamned thing. “Isaiah…”
His hands faltered for a second, and I thought his breath hitched. Our eyes locked, and the heat in his made my own breath falter.
“Please,” I whispered. “I want…” I trailed off into a moan as he slipped his fingers free. I was almost overcome with the need to beg him to put them back, but I didn’t because I knew what was coming next would be even better.
I was so,soright.
Isaiah breathed a curse as he pressed against my hole, and I bit back a moan, closing my eyes and trying not to come unraveled. He could’ve slid in easily, could’ve taken me in one stroke, but he just teased with the head, giving me a half inch at best while I panted and writhed under him.
“Come on,” I begged. “Please, just—”
“Tanner. Look at me.”
I had to blink my eyes into focus, but I did, and I met his smoldering gaze.
“That’s it,” he said with a grin. “I want you to watch me. Just like I’m watching you.”
Again, I could only nod. Words? What we were words?
No one had ever gazed so intently at me—or demanded I do the same—while he slowly pushed his cock all the way inside me, and it was… it was…
Fucking hell, it washot. It was like he wanted me to knowexactlywho was sliding into me. Exactly who I was having sex with.
As if I’d forgotten for even a second.
“Isaiah,” I whispered as he started to withdraw. “Oh, fuck…”
He grinned down at me. “You like that?”
“Are you kidding?” I arched under him, fighting to keep my eyes open as the sensations overwhelmed me. “You feel so good.”
“So do you.” He withdrew just as slowly, and we both swore as he started back in, taking me again with a long, perfect slide. I’d told him I loved it slow, and I’d meant it, but I’d never had slow likethis. Never had every stroke last for-fucking-ever. Never with the man above me exhaling and swearing as every muscle quivered with the exertion of keeping thisglacialpace.
I loved it, and I couldn’t stand it, and every single stroke was the most perfect torture. I couldn’t handle him railing me hard—not so soon after I’d come—but I could take more than this, and the way he was moving now had me this close to insane and not sure I could take another second and hoping like hell he never stopped.
My voice came out as a choked almost-sob: “God, Isaiah…”
“You really do like it slow, don’t you?”
“I’ve never…” I licked my lips and tried again. “Never had it this slow before.”
“Ooh. And you like it?”
All I could do was moan, because even though I hated it, hell yeah, I liked it.
“Fuck, baby,” he whispered.
Something like that. Sex like this was definitely new, and it was so, so good, and how was this only the second time we’d fucked? Because this man touched me and moved inside me like he’d already memorized my body and all my sweet spots and everything I liked.
“Jesus Christ,” I moaned.
He responded with a low, needy growl. Then, “I can’t decide if I want you to come like this,” he murmured, still rocking fluidly in and out of me, “or if I want you to come down my throat.”
It was almost a moot point; I fucking loved this man’s dirty mouth. I stayed in control, though. “Any way you want.”
Our eyes met, and the gleam in his made my pulse race. He was so gorgeous. So hot. So…
