Page 63 of Lovingly Restored

That word in his mouth absolutely destroys me.

He grits his teeth, and I have the feeling he’s losing that control. “Answer.”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“I’ll jerk it for you. But I’m not kneeling this time.”

I’ll take him any way I can get him. And he knows it.

He walks to my bed where I’m still resting with my head on my pillow. His fingers work the leather belt and deftly open the buttons on his fly. His hardness is apparent even through his jeans.

“Have you been laying here thinking about my hard dick, Ashlyn?”

He smells like his smoky body wash and hard liquor. Removing his black ball cap, he rakes his hand through his thick hair then slips it on backwards.

And if that’s not sexy enough, he pulls himself out of his jeans and briefs in one swift move.

“Here you go,” he says with a smirk.

At the sight of the hard flesh stretching out toward me, I whimper. Only inches from my face, my fingers itch with the desire to reach out and touch. Wrapping a huge fist around the base of his shaft, he squeezes and gives himself a long stroke all the way to the swelling tip. Isaac tosses his head back and groans, the column of his muscular throat exposed. A bead of pre-cum shines in the faint light, but is swept away by his thumb, smeared across the dark pink skin. My mouth remembers his salty taste and I consider extending my tongue for more. His grip loosens, allowing himself a slightly faster stroke.

As if he reads my thoughts, he says, “No touching. If you touch me, I’ll fuck you right here. And I’d really rather wait until the cabin.”

I moan at the thought ofthatsliding inside of me. Tomorrow may as well be next year for how far away it feels.

“Keep your hands where I can see them. Seeing you touch yourself will have a similar result. I have very little willpower left when it comes to you.”

Never have I felt more desired…and he’s not even touching me. I’ll follow his rules, but he didn’t say anything about showing.

I push the comforter down my body, revealing to him that I opted out of pyjamas tonight. My hands grip the edge of my pillow, and I hope I have the wherewithal to live up to his challenge.

His eyes narrow as he tries to see me better in the shadows. “Goddammit, Ashlyn.”

He strokes himself faster, a grunt falling from his lips. “How the fuck am I supposed to sleep right there,” he jerks his chin to the wall behind me, “when you’re over here like this?”

He eats up the sight before him, dragging his eyes over my bare breasts and down to the apex of my thighs where I know I’m so damn wet.

“Spread your legs so I can look at you.”

Cool air whispers over my pussy as I comply. Laying here naked under his gaze, knowing he won’t lay a finger on me, is empowering in a way I’ve never experienced.

“That’s my girl.”

His girl?I briefly consider jumping him, cabin getaway be damned.

He stares at my exposed flesh, concentrating his loose strokes on the head of his cock. Breathing fast, his eyes are laser focused. With every sound he makes it becomes harder to keep my hands to myself.

“Isaac…” I whine, as though I’m the one rushing toward an orgasm.

“Gonna come for you, Ashlyn.”

My thighs clamp together, I need the pressure. No matter how tight I squeeze them, it does nothing to extinguish the rising flames of arousal.

“Fuck…gonna come.”

His pelvis juts forward, strong jaw open, big palm ready in front of him. My eyes go wide as I watch him spill into his hand, spurt after spurt of cum leaving that gorgeous cock. His head hangs heavy, chin to chest.

“Too fucking good.”

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