Page 199 of Surfer's Paradise

“Hands,” he said, voice low and commanding.

She blinked, dazed.

“Give them to me.”

She obeyed, lifting her arms, her wrists loose and willing in his hands.

He gathered them in one of his palms and pushed them gently above her head, pressing them into the pillow. Holding her there.

Pinning her.

She gasped, her back arching instinctively beneath him, her nipples brushing his chest.

He smiled against her throat. “You like that.”

It wasn’t a question.

She moaned, her body answering before her mouth could.

He rolled his hips slow and deep, grinding into her, watching the way her mouth parted, the way her breath stuttered when he hit just the right spot. His free hand slid down her ribs, her stomach, her hip—firm, possessive. His.

“You feel how wet you are for me?” he whispered, thrusting again. “How tight you get when I hold you like this?”

She nodded, nearly sobbing with it, her thighs squeezing him harder.

His jaw clenched. He could barely stand it.

Every time she gave him more—more control, more trust, more of her—he felt like he was coming apart at the seams trying to stay steady. It was too much. It was everything.

But he wasn’t letting go.

He shifted again, angling his hips deeper, harder, until she cried out, her wrists still pinned, her body stretched wide open beneath him.

“Look at me,” he said.

She was still beneath him, her eyes glassy and dark, her chest rising and falling like she couldn’t catch her breath. Her skin flushed pink all over—chest, cheeks, the tips of her ears. Isaac took it all in like a man starved.

He could still taste her on his tongue.

Isaac’s cock ached—pulsed with need—but he held himself in check. Barely.

“Hands up,” he said, voice low but steady.

She obeyed without question, sliding her hands up above her head, wrists crossed.

He kissed her mouth again—slow, coaxing. Then took both of her wrists in one hand and pinned them to the pillow, his forearm braced beside her head.

His body hovered over hers, straining with restraint.

“Keep them there.”

A small nod. Eyes wide, lips parted.

He moved his free hand between her legs again, his touch feather-light at first, teasing the slick heat of her until she whimpered. Her hips lifted for more, chasing his hand, and Isaac groaned, the sound guttural and low.

“You’re already close again, aren’t you?” he muttered, mouth at her neck now, kissing just beneath her ear.

She gasped. “Y-Yes.”

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