My core felt stretched and full, something I’d missed. I arched my hips, rocking over his fingers, and moaned his name again. “So good.”
He scissored his fingers in me and then pushed my bra down with his other hand. Exposing my breasts to his hungry eyes, he swore and took turns cupping them and exploring what made me gasp. Lighting pinching my nipples got him the biggest response, so while he pulled his fingers out and then pushed three back in, he pinched just a breath harder and swallowed my desperate cry in a hot kiss.
It was all so much after not having anything for so long. I held my breath as the overwhelming sensations rocked over me, waiting for them to ease up. When they just grew stronger, I sucked in a ragged breath and begged him to make me come. I needed something, anything, to release the building pressure that was killing me.
“Ride my fingers, Mallory. Show me what you want.” His voice was rough, the order clear, as he twisted his thumb so it brushed my clit with my every move. “Ride me until you come.”
I bit my lip hard even as I lifted myself almost all the way off of his fingers and then dropped back down. He stretched me and filled me, the heat in his eyes shocking as he watched me. I braced myself on his shoulders and dropped my head back, feeling everything so much that I wasn’t sure I’d survive an orgasm. Still, I lifted myself again and slid back onto his fingers. Again and again, until I was lost to my pleasure and taking what I needed. I rode his hand hard and fast while his other hand held my bouncing breasts steady enough for his mouth to find my nipples. His teeth found the line between pleasure and pain even as his thumb rolled over my clit when he could reach it.
Harder and faster, I rocked my hips against him, riding him without inhibitions until the first wave of pleasure slammed into me and I jerked. Feeling my orgasm hitting, Isaac locked his arm around my waist and held me down on his fingers while rubbing my clit furiously, drawing it all out. My orgasm grew bigger and my breath caught as it finally crested and a ragged cry ripped from my mouth. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me and left me limp in his arms, my body still full of his fingers and my nipples almost bruised, brushing against his chest with every gasped breath.
“Fuck.” Isaac pressed his lips to my head and held me tight. “You’re a fucking firecracker, aren’t you?”
Still gasping for breath, I moaned when he pulled his fingers out of me and stood up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on, even while feeling like I was too heavy to be held. “Put me down before you hurt yourself.”
Turning us around and dropping me onto the bed, he looked down at my exposed body, panties askew and bra pulled down, and his eyes practically glowed with desire. Leaning down, he grabbed the sides of my panties and jerked them away from my core. The panties went flying, and then he was on his knees, burying his face between my thighs.
I cried out as he licked me up and down, drinking in my juices and simultaneously stroking my clit and then fucking me with his tongue. He licked my lips, my thighs, even down lower to the spot no one had ever touched like that. He devoured me, his growls of pleasure mixing with my cries until the room sounded as animalistic as I felt.
His hands reached up and cupped my breasts, stroking them and squeezing them. He lifted his head long enough to look at me with a shiny face and order me to lose the bra and dress. “Naked. I want you naked, now.”
I stumbled through undressing while he lifted my hips to expose more of my core to his hungry mouth. I froze while he circled that forbidden bud with the tip of his tongue and then melted when he moved back to my clit and sucked hard. I was building towards another huge orgasm so fast after the first one that my body felt foreign to me. Drying to undress it while he did that was impossible.
Just when I thought I’d come again, he lifted his head, gave me a hot look, and pulled at my clothes, helping me. When I was naked, he seemed to realize that his clothes were all still on and he gave a frustrated grunt while standing and stripping.
I watched as his strong chest was exposed, tan and coated in a dusting of blond hair, then his thighs as he shoved his pants down. He kicked them off and then pushed his briefs down with as much care, suddenly standing naked in front of me. His cock was thick and long, the head a deep red with veins standing out all the way down it. I didn’t know whether to worship it or run from it.
Gripping himself in his big hand, Isaac closed the gap between us and stroked his head over my lower lips. I was so wet that it slipped through my folds easily, and he bumped into my opening, a feeling so good that I almost lifted my hips to take more of him in.
“Condom.” He seemed to be reminding himself.
I grabbed his hand when he tried to leave. “Clean. And on birth control. So much birth control after the last time. If you want…”
He swore and gripped my thighs in his hands, dragging my ass to the edge of the bed. “I think I’ll marry you.”
I laughed, but then he was pushing into me, stretching me. My hands gripped the bedding and my mouth fell open in a silent cry as he filled me. Inch by inch, until the tip of him rested against my cervix and his balls pressed into me. I felt my eyes cross and my world shift once again. “Oh, god, Isaac. Oh, god.”
He leaned forward and wrapped his hands behind my neck, holding me locked onto his body, and then he slid almost all the way out of me before thrusting back in. His eyes found mine and he watched me as he did it again. Pulling out and then thrusting back into me, fucking me hard and slow. My body pulsed and twisted under him, needing more or less, or anything. I felt wild and feral with desire for him. Grabbing at his arms, I twisted my hips and swore his name.
“That’s it, Mal. Take me.” He thrust into me faster, his face just as feral as I felt. His muscles bunched and released under my hands and his hands tightened on the back of my neck as he held me still for him. He dropped his mouth to my nipples and gently tortured my body into submission to him. He had to know I was helpless against his desires and my own.
Harder and faster, he took me almost roughly until I was barely hanging onto my sanity once again. I cried out his name like a prayer and grasped for any hold I could get. I ended up with handfuls of his hair, pulling his head harder into my chest.
He shoved his hand between our bodies even as his thrusts sped up and lightly pinched my clit. Pleasure shot through my body like lightning, and another strong orgasm slammed through me. I shook and screamed out, my entire being feeling like it was shattering apart under him. Isaac’s thrusts faltered, and he growled into my chest as the first shot of his seed flooded my core.
I came apart and crumbled under him, tears of pleasure leaking from the corners of my eyes as I went limp under him. My body, tired and sore, still milked his as he filled me with his come. I loved the feeling of it in me, the naughtiness of it. I loved knowing that I’d done that to him.
Isaac slowly lifted his head and straightened, his face a mask of pleasure and hunger still. He rested his hand on my stomach, stroking me, and gave me a slow grin that made my core flutter around his shaft. He swore and leaned back to gently pull out of me. Instead of moving away to clean himself up or let me get cleaned up, he stood there and rubbed his softening cock over my lips and thighs. He watched as our juices leaked out of me and then pushed his tip back into me. It was something so dirty and possessive that I shivered and flushed all over.
“You are fucking perfect.” Voice still rough with desire, he looked up at me and shook his head. “Fucking better than perfect.”
Completely open and exposed, I found myself melting to him and already readjusting my one-time-only stance. A man like Isaac definitely deserved two times. Or three.