Only Ever Yours

Our kiss turns heated, desperate, as if we can’t get enough of one another. We stay like this for several minutes, our tongues stroking, our bodies grinding, our hands exploring. But we make no move to go any further, simply enjoying each other’s touch, taste, the way we feel against each other. It’s like the entire world has faded away, leaving only the two of us.

Isaac pulls back, breaking the kiss, and I take a moment to appreciate him. His hair is every which way from me tugging on the strands. His lips are red and slightly puffy from our intense kissing, and his brown eyes are filled with so much adoration, my heart swells in my chest.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he says, running a single finger slowly across my lips. I capture it and suck it into my mouth, biting down on it teasingly, and his gaze heats up.

Pulling it out, he drags the wet digit down the side of my neck and across my chest, until he gets to the edge of my—his—shirt.

“Raise your arms.”

I do as he says, and in one swift move, he yanks the material over my head, leaving me in only his boxers. After he slowly rakes his gaze down my body, he dips down and takes my nipple into his mouth. He sucks on it, while his fingers pinch the other one, making me squirm in need.

I tug on his shirt, silently indicating what I want, and he releases my nipple, so he can pull his shirt off, exposing his chiseled chest and abs. His mouth comes back down on mine, and he kisses me passionately, nearly taking my breath away.

When I reach for the waistband of his shorts, wanting to feel what’s inside, he breaks the kiss and slides down my body, until he’s lying on his stomach between my legs.

“I was trying to touch you.” I pout, annoyed he’s now out of my reach.

“And I’ll let you,” he says, his eyes glittering in the light coming in from outside. “But first, I’m going to need to taste you.” He hooks his fingers around the elastic and pulls them down my thighs, and that’s when it hits me… he wants to taste me.

At the thought of his mouth there, my legs attempt to close, but he’s already between my thighs, forcing them open. I’ve never had a guy down there before. My ex was selfish in bed and sex was very straightforward and lacking.

But I have a feeling Isaac is nothing like James. Everything he’s done since we’ve met has been about making me comfortable, making me feel good, making sure I’m taken care of. I can’t imagine that changing in the bedroom.

And he only proves me right when he spreads my lips and licks up my slit. Stopping at my clit, he flutters his tongue up and down, causing my body to spasm. He pushes a finger, and then two into me, and because it’s been several months and I’ve only been with one other guy, they stretch me out, forcing my butt to bow off the bed.

“Oh, God,” I breathe, my body tensing up as Isaac strokes my clit with his tongue and fucks me with his fingers. It’s never felt like this before. The buildup. The intensity. As if he’s got a direct connection from my pussy straight to my soul.

“That’s it,” he coaxes. “Come for me, baby. Come all over my tongue.”

He reaches up and pinches my nipple, while adding pressure to my clit and thrusting his fingers into me, and suddenly all the tension is released. My body flies over the edge and I soar through the clouds. My legs tremble and I see stars—yes, actual fucking stars—behind my eyelids.

When I pry my eyes open, I find Isaac still lying in the same spot with a knowing smirk on his face. He drags his finger up my center, and aftershocks, like a goddamn earthquake, rock through me.

“Uh-uh,” I mutter, pushing his hand away from the sensitive area.

He chuckles and rolls to his side. “Just had to make sure you weren’t faking it.”

“That was so freaking good.” I turn onto my side and face him, my eyes barely able to remain open. “Like the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

Isaac grins wide and pulls me toward him. “If I have it my way, I’ll be the only one to ever give you any orgasms again.”

Still high from my orgasm, I moan in agreement as I reach for his pants. My body might feel like Jell-O, and I could close my eyes and sleep for the next seven hours, but there’s no way I’m not making sure he feels as good as I do. I’m not a selfish asshole like my ex.

But before I can reach into his pants, he lifts my hand and kisses my knuckles. “Let me grab something to clean you up.”