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“Moaning my name already?” I could hear the grin in his voice. He pumped his fingers in and out slowly, and my body twisted at its center, nearing something that felt positively dangerous.

Then his tongue was on me again, circling the apex of my pleasure as his fingers moved in and out of my pussy with slow steadiness. I felt my orgasm before I even realized I had neared the finish line. And once it loomed over me, right there and terrifying in its intensity, I wondered how I had ever questioned how this would feel. It built so fast, I thought it would snap me in half. My breathing picked up as I neared it, and I heard myself let out a high-pitched exhale.

“Fight it,” Zev murmured.

“I can’t,” I gasped.

“Are you sure?” He brought up a hand to pinch my nipple. His right fingers picked up the pace inside of me suddenly, and as they did, he sucked my clit between his teeth with gentle pressure.

My legs trembled, I brought my hips up to meet him, and then I broke. I gasped as the orgasm ripped through me with wave after wave of satiating warmth. I had no control. None whatsoever.

And I fucking loved it.

Chapter twenty-one

Zev

Isla clenched around my fingers, her knees snapping shut as I coaxed the last of her orgasm from her trembling body. I lifted myself over her again, covering her cold body with mine and slowly easing my fingers from her literally dripping pussy. I used my sleeve to wipe away the moisture on my lips from eating her out. That had been the shortest lip service I’d ever given someone. She had come faster than a pubescent boy with a hooker, and it delighted me to no end.

Propped on my side with my elbow on the bed and my cheek on my fist, I tickled my free hand up her damp torso as she panted and stared at me with wide eyes. She reached for me, her small fist gathering the fabric of my shirt in a tight grip. “What. The fuck?”

I couldn’t help it. I grinned like the cocky asshole I was. “You’re amazing, Isla.”

“I’m amazing?” she countered with a blink. “Jesus, Zev. I’ve never—I never thought—can we do it again?”

My grin widened, and I dipped down to kiss the hollow of her neck. She smelled so good all the time. She tasted even better, and I would gladly spend the rest of the night between her legs if she’d let me. “If you’re feeling up to it. I’ll take as long as you want.”

She tangled her fingers in my hair, and I noticed that was a habit of hers. I hoped she never stopped. She could pluck me bald if it meant she let out those little breathy moans and arched her breasts up to meet my mouth like she was doing now. I licked and kissed her down to her breasts and then took a rosy pink nipple between my teeth. “Zev,” she groaned. “I want more.”

So did I. She had no idea how desperately. But she was as virginal as they came, so I wasn’t about to rush anything. I released her nipple and kissed the outside curve of her generous breast. “More?” I teased. “I’m not sure I know what you mean.”

She growled—actually growled—and pulled my hair at the roots to make me look at her. Her eyes went hard as topaz and just as unyielding. “Fuck me, Yeti, or else.”

“Saucy,” I said with a half-grin. “I like you dirty.” I settled my hands around her ribs, and then with a swift move like we were wrestling, I rolled onto my back and lifted her so she sat astride my fully clothed body. Then I placed my hands behind my head and lounged, stretched out beneath her luscious body on the bed. “You show me what you want.”

Isla looked down at me, her expression hesitant at first, and then eager. She smoothed her hands up the plane of my stomach and over my chest. “You’re like a sculpture,” she marveled.

I shrugged, smiling, but didn’t move otherwise. I wanted to see what she would do. Curiosity ran through my blood hot and fast because as much as this was a first for Isla, I’d certainly never been with someone so new to all of this. I rode my instincts like a wave, and I hoped she would, too.

Isla lifted my shirt first, her gaze taking in each inch of my skin she uncovered as she pushed it further up until I lifted myself to help her take both layers off and throw them aside. Still straddling me, she coasted her fingers over my collarbone, around my neck, down my back and to my chest in a way that made me visibly shiver. Then she pushed me back down, and I tucked my hands back behind my head as she bent to kiss me the way I had done to her. Her thick hair tickled my sensitive skin as she moved down my body, working with her mouth toward the button on my jeans.

My dick strained against my pants and blood pounded in my ears. No striptease or well-thought-out seduction plan could hold a candle to the innocent explorations of Isla Valehart. Every brush of her fingers against my skin felt like lightning. Every tentative kiss accompanied by a questioning flick of her eyes to mine made my cock surge with uninhibited desire. I’d never felt anything like it. Like her.

She undid the button on my jeans, and my arms tensed, itching to reach out and help her. But I wanted Isla to do this on her terms. She eased my pants down my hips, and her hand smoothed over my dick, causing the soft, black material of my underwear to rub against me in the most tortuously fantastic way. I closed my eyes and swallowed heavily. This might kill me. Death by virginal exploration.

When she finally freed my cock, pushing my briefs and pants just far enough down to smooth her hand down to my shaft, I let out a groan and fisted my own hair at the back of my head. I wanted to grab her and sheathe myself in her tight warmth. But then again, the way she paused with her fingers lightly around my cock was doing impossible things to me, too. “Did that hurt?” she asked.

I let out a rough chuckle and opened my eyes. “No. It feels good. You can squeeze harder.” She did, her fawn eyes watching me expectantly. I almost came all over her hand. “Yep,” I grunted out, my voice strained. “Like that.”

She smiled, sly and realizing the power she had over me. “Like this?” She moved up and down. Vixen. She knew exactly what she was doing, like it was instinct to drive me wild.

“Mhm,” I managed to get out. I pulled hard on the roots at the back of my head, forcing myself to stay still. There was a good chance I was going to come out of this thing with bald patches.

She circled the tip with her palm the way I had done to her nipples, and then smoothed her way back down with a tight grip, and I let out another groan. Fuck, this was ecstasy. Nothing else compared. I didn’t know why Isla touching me undid me far more than the kinkiest sex I’d indulged in, but this was it. This was peak pleasure.

She moved up then, crawling back up my body and straddling me. As soon as her warm pussy pressed against my dick, I jerked, and my hands came to steady her hips. She looked down between us and then back to me. “I might need a little—”

“No, you don’t,” I assured her. “You got this. Go slowly and only as far as you want.”

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