Page 36 of Only for the Moment
Kennedy eyed the strands dangling down the front of her body with misgivings, but did as he asked, positioning herself on the pillows at the top of the bed. She watchedas he spread her legs and pulled the ropes down, down, down to a central knot, then beneath her to meet the single line at her waist in the back.
“This—” She stopped to clear her throat. “This is like what you did with Ali.”
His grin was as wicked as he could make it. Hands shaking, he parted her shy lips, gifting himself with this first glimpse of her pretty pink core. He went to his elbow,bringing his mouth right to her body. The scent of her musky desire drowning him, he trailed his tongue up her slit, tasting her cream, opening her even more so he could position that knot just over her clit. A gentle press to the top and—
Kennedy’s hips bucked. “Isaac!”
A chuckle escaped, and much as Kennedy tried to glare, he could see her desperation building. He sat up, pressing a palm firmlyon her lower belly. “Hold still,” he commanded.
“Isaac, I—”
She tilted her pelvis, and as designed, the knot pressed down on her most sensitive spot. Her words cut off with a strangled cry.
Isaac shifted backward to leave the bed. “Kennedy, do what I said. Be still.”
“That’s impossible,” she muttered, a frantic note in her voice. And she was probably right. Kennedy hadn’t been trained to obey,wasn’t playing the role of a submissive here; she was all Kennedy, all wide open, and he loved that about her. He loved that she wasn’t shy about being splayed in front of him, having his greedy gaze on her as he stripped off his shoes, socks, his pants and underwear coming off together. Her own gaze devoured him as he reached for the bedside drawer and the condom box inside. “Isaac, hurry!”
He did. Even so, she was writhing on the bed, her hands at her breasts, plucking, squeezing, so much so that it took a heavy hold to still her for him to crawl back between her legs. By that time she was chanting his name.
“You’re going to get there before I’m ready.” He gripped her thighs, lifting so he could slide his knees close beneath her body. His cock bobbed, so rigid it bounced againstthe knot at Kennedy’s clit.
“God! Yes, Isaac, yes!”
He didn’t wait. She didn’t need him to, and every cell in his body was screaming with the need to be inside this beautifully wild woman he’d been privileged to take to bed. Holding his breath, he lined the tip of his cock up between the two strands of rope and drove himself deep inside.
Kennedy detonated on the spot.
His eyes crossed, buthe held himself deep, letting her take her pleasure, devouring every second of her climax. He had no doubt he’d replay the sight in his thoughts for years to come—nothing he’d ever seen, no woman he’d ever been with could compare. She burned, so vibrant, so alive, the black harness framing her perfectly, marking her as his.
When those gorgeous green eyes finally opened, he smiled despite thequivering strain of holding back. “There she is.”
Kennedy smiled and stretched, only then seeming to realize they weren’t done. Her eyes went wide, then heavy-lidded.
Christ, she was magnificent.
He slid back, a guttural moan escaping him at the glove-tight fit of her body. “Kennedy.”
She lifted her hips to meet his return thrust. “Oh yes.”
He set up a rhythm, every thrust grinding the knotagainst her clit. When he bent to take a nipple into his mouth, Kennedy gave a startled scream, her body flooding his cock with creamy wetness, encouraging him deeper. Every suck, bite, and thrust pushed them both closer and closer to the pinnacle, the tingle down his spine, in his balls warning him of imminent release. But he held it back, needing to savor, needing to remember every second ofKennedy’s pleasure, her beauty, her screaming orgasm beneath him.
He needed to remember the moment he made her his.
