Page 11 of Secret Bump

“You’ll teach me how to kiss?” My words come out slowly, because I feel like I’m dreaming.

He chuckles as he brings my mouth to hover ever so close to his. “I won’t need to teach you, little one. You’ll figure it out on your own, I promise. Just remember, tongues are for tasting.”

Chapter 8

Mack

I can feelIsabelle thinking as she practically vibrates in my arms, and then she closes the gap between us and licks at the seam of my mouth.

That’s my girl.

She’s a perfect natural at this.

With a groan, I let her find my tongue. Her little licks are an invitation to taste her back.

My tongue slides against hers as I tip her head sideways and our lips collide, mouths fusing together.

No shy little pecks for my eager girl. She’s devouring me, all hungry noises and ardent thrusts. What people lack in experience they sometimes make up for with enthusiasm, and it’s never been more true than in the taut little form of Isabelle Bright, squirming on my lap, desperate to kiss me deeper, harder.

We kiss until she’s panting, her skin warm and her skirt rucked up around her hips. And while her little licks and eager sucks on my tongue have my balls pulled tight, pulsing seed to the tip of my cock already, it’s the first glimpse of white cottonpanties peeking out between her slim thighs that pushes me right to the edge.

“Stop,” I gasp as she grinds down against my suit-clad lap.

“No, don’t make me stop,” she pouts, which frankly, I agree with. I don’twanther to stop at all, but Ineedher to.

“Now,” I growl.

She stops.

In the silence that follows, all I can feel is her trembling form as she tries so hard to stay still.

Carefully, I take her hand and press it down against my fly, letting her feel my out-of-control bulge. “This is what you do to me,” I manage to get out. “You make me throb, little one.”

“Can I see it?”

I laugh. “God yes. In time, though. I might explode all over your soft little fingers if you touch me bare right now.”

“I think I’d like that.” She gasps after her words register, embarrassed at being so forward. “I mean…”

“No, that’s good.” God damn it, that’ssogood. “Anything you tell me will be good, Isabelle. It’s okay to be honest about sex with me. I’ll keep your secrets, I promise.”

“Sometimes I touch myself,” she whispers. “But I’ve never imagined touching a man. Not before right this very second. But I want to touch you, Mr. Emerson. I really do.”

I tip my head back, my throat working. Holy hell, her whispered confession makes me want to nut all over her hand right fucking now.

She leans in and brushes her lips against my Adam’s apple. “Can I kiss you here?”

“You can kiss me anywhere you want.”

Her hand squeezes my erection. “Here?”

I laugh again, because that’s even more wild than her giving me a handjob—and it would end even faster. “I told you, in time. After I get a taste of you, hmm? Let’s trade kisses.”

“You want to kiss me everywhere, too?”

“Of course I do. It feels good.” I kiss the tip of her nose, then lick the soft pout of her mouth. "Does that feel good?"

She nods. "Yes."

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