Page 57 of Lovingly Restored

“Are you always so ready?” I reach down to squeeze him.

Those blue eyes sparkle with mischief. “For you… yes.”

He plunges his hand down the front of my leggings, right into my panties, swiping along my slit. As he withdraws it, I whimper at the loss. Even in the weak light, I can see my moisture glistening on his skin when he holds up his hand.

“Areyoualways so ready forme?“ he counters, popping the finger in his mouth and sucking it clean with delectation.

My eyes flutter closed at the sight.

This man.

“Babe,” he drops to his knees and hooks his thumbs into my waistband, “if you told me I could have my pick of anything at all to eat in this whole damn pantry,” he inhales my scent, his nose tickling my clit, “I’d choose you.”

My thighs tremble. I’m not sure I have the strength to stand for this, especially if he keeps running that dirty mouth. He looks up at me through his unfairly long lashes, peeling my leggings and panties down to the middle of my thighs, lowering his face to my pussy and breathing me in again.

“Sweetest fucking thing in here,” he growls.

He presses his lips to my pubic bone, the crease of my upper thigh, my labia. The man isn’t eating me out, not yet, he’skissingme. What I wouldn’t give to lay back on a comfortable bed and let him do this until his heart’s content, but I need more.

“Isaac…please.”

The moan he makes as his tongue swipes through my lips, parting me, is carnal. If he was kissing my pussy before, he’s making out with it now. I hold on to the wood shelving, thanking god for quality craftsmanship. The world needs good carpenters for many reasons, it seems. His hands grip my hips, fingers pressing into the flesh. The pressure of his mouth, the deep groans, the wet sounds. It’s stoking something deep inside me.

“Don’t stop…”

I’veneverbeen this close this fast from someone’s mouth.

He keeps his tongue against my clit, gently massaging it with steady movements, his breath fanning across me. My fingers knot in his hair, immediately understanding the fascination with hair pulling. I weave my hands into his roots and direct his head whereIwant it. Controlling my own pleasure. This big man is on his knees forme.

“Ashlyn…”

I glance down at him when he moans my name. He’s dropped his right hand from my hip, and it’s splayed over his crotch, squeezing his rock-solid erection through the denim.

Oh, my god.

My pussy clenches as he sucks my swollen clit, his left hand massaging my butt, dangerously close to the spot no man has ever touched.

“I’m gonna come, Isaac. Don’t stop.”

He shakes his head, the movement only pushing me closer. He fumbles with the buttons on his pants, and I catch a glimpse of his shaft.

“There!”

I cry out, the sensations rushing together into one bright point before scattering like fireworks, radiating through my pussy, down my legs, and up my spine. I’m breathless, knees shaking, but he braces me easily with that one strong arm. He laps up my wetness and pulls himself out of his pants. If he’s going to stroke himself to completion right here, I’m going to come again. But he freezes with his dick in his hand before jumping up and hitting his head on the bulb.

“Fuck.” He reaches up to steady it, burning his fingertips and hissing in pain. Then I hear what caused his reaction. The front door slams closed and voices drift into our hiding spot.

“Oh my god!” I pull up my pants and smooth down my hair.

He pulls me to him, covering my mouth with a kiss that tastes like me, wasting seconds we don’t have.

“Go away with me this weekend?”

“What? Are you crazy?” I squirm in his arms.

We can’t go away together. It’s too serious. But the temptation of having uninterrupted time with Isaac is strong. Not only to be intimate, but to have the opportunity to simply be in each other’s presence without all the stresses of day-to-day life.

“Say yes. I’ll arrange everything.”

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