Page 39 of Only for the Moment
He came up on his elbow, which tipped her backward, and loomed above her. “You couldn’t disappoint me if you tried.”
She begged to differ—she’d disappointed her fair share of men in her life, usually by being too independent. But with Isaac, letting him down, not being what he needed…that would break her if she let it.
And this was getting far too serious for this early in themorning. She needed time to think, and now wasn’t it.
“So…” She wiggled down a little until her face was closer to his chest. “You always need to be in control.”
“Always.” The both knew better, but the playful way he growled the word told her he was willing to go along with whatever she had in mind.
“And…no morning kisses, right?” She eased down more.
A glint appeared in his eye. “Dependson the kind of kiss.”
She dragged her nails along the smooth skin of his ass, down his outer thigh. “Yeah?”
Isaac shifted his legs, allowing her to scoot farther down. “Oh yeah.”
She winked up at him from the vicinity of his bellybutton. “But you’re in control, right?”
His “right” choked off as her tongue met the tip of his cock. A pearl of precum waited for her there, and she licked it up,enjoying the tang before she opened her mouth and took the thick mushroom head inside. Isaac was just shy of too much in width, but he managed to fit, and the feel of him in her mouth, the soft give of the muscle as she sucked and tongued it, spiked her hunger for more. Shifting forward so that she hovered on all fours over his body, she let go to smile sweetly up at Isaac. “Are you in control now?”
His beautiful eyes narrowed, but she didn’t wait for a response—she wanted his taste, his weight in her mouth. Tilting her head, she opened her mouth and slid him deep inside, tracing the vein along the underside of his cock with her tongue. Isaac choked.
“How about now?” she asked.
Isaac’s expression took on a hard edge that made her tummy flip. “Do it again, love.”
Heat flashed through herat the rough pleasure in his voice. She shifted her weight to one side, freeing a hand to reach for him—
And couldn’t. Isaac’s palms rested over hers, pressing down, their fingers intertwined. She tugged.
He didn’t let go.
“Do it again, Kennedy.”
He was still beneath her, not pushing, not insisting with anything more than words, but every time she tried to reach for him, his grip locked herhands to the bed. She retreated, her mouth barely holding his tip, and glanced up to the head of the bed, where Isaac’s heated stare waited.
He didn’t ask again, didn’t move. She could feel the hunger in his muscles, the need to have her pleasure him, but he didn’t argue. He’d told her what he wanted, commanded her to do it…
And, she realized, it was what she wanted too.
One last time she triedto release her hand. When Isaac’s fingers tightened on hers, a thrill shot deep inside her.
The glide of her mouth over his cock had Isaac quivering beneath her. She retreated, pushed forward, taking him deep, loving the feel of him tight and hot in her mouth. When he lost that little edge of control, just enough to lift into her descent, seeking the back of her throat, a rush of power filledher. This man wanted her, needed her, and giving him what he asked for made her feel at once strong and feminine. Sexy. Hungry.
She devoured him, and he let her. Not until he was thrusting inside her with abandon and groaning deep in his chest did he finally release her hands in favor of hauling her up his body.
“Holy shit, Ken. Let me inside you.”
He slid a condom hastily over his cock, linedher up, and surged deep in one long thrust. The sight of him, head thrown back, thick muscles rigid with need and pleasure, could not have been more beautiful. She wanted more, wanted to give him more. Hands on his flat stomach, she lifted her body, tightening her pussy around him, then dropped, letting gravity give them both what they sought.
Isaac grunted, his eyes squeezed shut as if not lookingat her could stave off his orgasm another second. But when they opened…God. An inferno raged inside. “Put your hands behind your back.”
She didn’t even have to think. As much as she wanted to touch him, the man beneath her had one goal—their pleasure—and she trusted him to achieve it. Sitting straighter, she linked her fingers at the small of her back. Isaac gripped her hips, fingers diggingdeep, and took over. Lifting, then lowering, again and again, using every bit of force he possessed to bring them together. The impact was beyond anything she’d ever experienced, filled her more full than anything that had come before. She had no control over the depth, the speed, and yet all she wanted was more. More of Isaac. And more of the pleasure. It exploded through her clit with every slamof their bodies together, over and over until she was frantic for it to peak. When it did, with one final forceful thrust of Isaac’s cock bottoming out inside her, she couldn’t even scream. All she could do was arch her back and feel the firm grip controlling her, keeping her safe as every molecule in her body shattered like stars.
Long moments later she found herself lying across Isaac’s chest,their bodies still joined, their breathing still ragged. His hands stroked her shoulders and arms, easing the ache of what they’d done. When she finally lifted her head, Isaac stared down at her, a gleam of mischief in his eyes.
“So what do you think, Kennedy? Was I in control or not?”
