His gasp rang out as she wrapped her lips around his penis. Sean shoved his hands into her soft hair, cupping the back of her head as she licked him. He watched, breathless, as Isabel drew him in deeper. She teased him with her tongue and mouth, instinctively understanding what he wanted before he could form the words. He bucked hard when she moaned with pleasure.
He wasn’t going to last. He felt the kick in his blood as his heart raced. He reluctantly pulled away and pushed off the rest of his clothes. “Where’s your bedroom?” he asked. He barely gave her a chance to point at the door before he gathered her into his arms.
Sean rushed to the bedroom and they fell onto the bed. Isabel’s fingers fumbled as she tried to strip off her bra and panties, as if they were scalding hot. He placed his hands on hers, stilling her movements. “Let me,” he said.
Isabel pulled her hands away and stretched out her arms over her head. He peeled off her bra and panties before he knelt on the floor between her dangling legs. Sean placed his mouth on her sex.
Her response was as uninhibited as he had expected as he licked the wet folds. He tasted her with an insatiable hunger as she grabbed his hair with her fist.
Isabel chanted his name between pants and told him exactly how he made her feel. He dipped his finger inside her and her flesh gripped him tightly. She wrapped her legs over his shoulders as he pleasured her. Her hips rocked and twisted as the tension inside her built and built. As her demands grew more fervent.
Isabel climaxed hard. He felt the ripples of her satisfaction against his tongue. She cried out his name as her body undulated on the bed. Sean continued to stroke her, wrenching every drop of pleasure from her until she went lax, her muscles twitching in the aftermath.
He stood up, his body shaking with need, and stared at her. Isabel was naked and flushed, spread out on the bed, waiting for him. He had to have her more than he had to take his next breath.
But first he needed to protect her. “Condom?”
She motioned at the bedside table. He pulled open the drawer and grabbed a foil packet. He felt Isabel’s gaze on him as he put it on. He looked at her and paused when he saw the gleam of anticipation in her eyes.
Sean craved that anticipation. He also craved the trust and the love that softened her features. But it wasn’t real. He had to remember that this was all because she had read that erotic diary. He was an experiment for her and nothing else.
Instead of crawling onto the bed and settling on top of Isabel, Sean reached for her legs. He cupped the back of her thighs and lifted her hips off the mattress. Isabel’s eyes widened with surprise. He watched her chest rise and fall with each choppy breath and he knew she felt vulnerable. She was at his mercy.
He entered her with one long thrust. Sean groaned as her wet heat enveloped him. He tossed his head back, clenching his teeth, as he struggled for control. He almost lost it when Isabel wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him in deeper.
“Wait...” he said in a growl.
She gave him a look of disbelief and rocked her hips experimentally. Sean bit down an oath. His knees almost buckled when her flesh gripped his penis.
“Isabel...” he warned.
But Isabel didn’t want to wait. She moaned deep in her throat as she glided her hands along her chest. She rocked her hips restlessly as she squeezed her breasts.
Sean’s fingers dug into the back of her thighs as he watched her slide her hands down her stomach. He loved watching Isabel put on a show. He wanted her to demonstrate what she was feeling. Tell him what she needed and wanted. She could ask for anything and he would give it to her.
“Keep going,” he said roughly.
She stopped her descent and returned one hand to her breast. He met her heated gaze as she rubbed and pinched her tight nipple. Sean swallowed and licked his lips as he imagined taking the peak of her breast into his mouth and teasing her nipple with his teeth.
“More,” he said.
Isabel arched her spine and moaned as she played with her breast. His heart pounded in his chest, his body begging for release, as her hips twitched with need.
“Show me what you want,” he said.
She closed her eyes and splayed one hand against her sex and her core clenched. Sean wanted to bury himself deep inside Isabel.
“Don’t be shy with me,” he urged as he gave a shallow thrust. Shy wasn’t the same as surrender. He never wanted Isabel to be uncertain around him.
Isabel caressed her swollen clitoris. The shiver that ran through her triggered something inside him. His shaky control snapped and he plunged into her. Isabel’s eyes flew open, her mouth split into a wide smile as she grabbed on to the bed. He thrust into her again and again as her legs tightened around him.