Page 98 of The Love Position

His trousers were so thin she could feel every glorious inch of him. Stroking his shaft, she leaned in and lightly bit his neck.

‘God! Fu—’ His eyes were wild, his cheeks flushed.

Sophia had never seen Isaac like this before. So beautifully untamed and teetering on the edge of losing it. She’d always been the good girl, doing what was expected without truly asking if it was right for her. And with Marcus, she always followed his lead and put his pleasure before her own. But now she was following her heart and her desires.

And all she wanted was to make Isaac come undone.

His breath was laboured and erratic, his cock hot, hard and huge in her hand.

He parted his lips as if to speak.

‘I don’t want to stop,’ she whispered. ‘But I will if you want me to?’

Isaac’s gaze was desperate, as if agonising over what he thought he should do, and what he truly wanted.

‘Do you want me to stop?’

He held his breath, and she stilled her hand.

There was a brief, electrifying pause, then, as if bending to the will of his body, he shook his head.

Exhaling her relief, Sophia reached up to kiss him again.

His response was immediate, his tongue tangling with hers, his cock thrusting in her grip as if finally giving himself permission to dive into pleasure.

She stroked firmer and faster, pressing him against the wall of the porch, her pussy clenching and her nipples aching. Pulling his hand from her face, she put it under her t-shirt and onto her breast.

Isaac cried out against her mouth, but his lips didn’t leave hers, his kiss turning raw and ravaging.

The pad of his thumb found her nipple, and she gasped, sensation shooting down to her clit, so sharp and sweet that stars danced behind her eyes.

Isaac was shaking now, the fabric by the head of his cock wet with precum.

Power and pleasure surged inside her. Arching her chest forward, Sophia closed her eyes, losing herself in the feelings of Isaac’s body as it built towards the point of no return, moving her hand faster as his breath shortened.

Suddenly he stiffened, his cock jerking into her hand, a harsh cry tearing from his throat.

Joy bursting inside her, Sophia kept stroking, feeling his trousers soaking with the warmth of his release.

Wrenching his mouth from hers, Isaac dropped his forehead to her shoulder, drawing in shuddering breaths, his hand still on her breast.

Now she was the one to soothe him, running her fingers down the nape of his neck, pressing soft kisses into his hair.

Raising his head, Isaac stared at her in wonderment, his pupils blown out, then kissed her again, his hand dropping from her breast to clasp so tightly around her back she could hardly breathe.

‘Sophia, Sophia, Sophia,’ he murmured between kisses. ‘Sweet Sophia.’

It felt like she was the one who’d just orgasmed. Filled with such giddy happiness, she wasn’t sure whether to laugh with joy or burst into tears.

A loud squawk sounded above them, and Sophia jumped, glancing to the beach.

The rain had stopped as quickly as it had started, the sun now beating down on the golden sand, the rainwater evaporating like steam.

In the distance was the ashram ferry, heading back towards the island.

Reality rushed in.

Turning back to Isaac, his expression stopped her heart. When had anyone, ever, looked at her that way?

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