Page 48 of Only for the Moment
That tone…his breath on her clit. Pleasure quivered through her. “What—”
He licked over her opening. “We are not through yet.”
“Bastard,” she choked out.
The word was more groan than anything, but it had Isaac straightening up. She caught no more than a glimpse of a devilish grin before a hard smack landed on her inner thigh. Kennedy grunted, half pain, halfdesperate need.
“What did you call me?”
She barely gathered enough thought to manage a, “Sir?”
Isaac traced a fingertip around her clit, being careful not to touch the sensitive bud, then down her labia. Up, around, down. Up, around, down.
Torture.
“Please, Isaac; please.”
“Are you going to be still for me?”
Be still? When her orgasm crouched, a ripple she just knew would become a tsunami?Was he joking?
She met his eyes.
“Be still for me,” he told her, eyes steady and blazing with heat, “and you’ll have me inside you in minutes.”
“Yes.” God, yes. Anything to get him inside her.
Only when he began tying her free leg did she realize how thoroughly he’d distracted her from her fear. His movements were swift, economical now, emphasizing how desperate they both were. By that pointKennedy could care less if she could move; all that mattered was her open core and Isaac’s body so close to hers. She held her breath as he slid on another condom, lined himself up, and forced his way through her swollen folds.
Her climax was immediate—and devastating.
Long moments later she surfaced to the wet sounds of his thrusting into her. Her body felt too full, too sensitive, but whenIsaac smiled down at her, the clench in her lower belly said it didn’t matter.
“There’s my girl,” Isaac crooned roughly, each word punctuated by the slap of their bodies coming together. “I want one more, Ken, understand? At least one more.”
One more might kill her. Still, when his thumb pressed to her clit, she moaned and tried to push closer.
She couldn’t. She couldn’t move. The realizationsent a gush of heat to her core.
Isaac chuckled. “That’s it.” He reached for the clamp on one breast. “Ready?”
For what?
Another slam to her clit sent the question skittering away. All she had was her answer: “Yes.”
Pain howled through her nipple as the blood rushed back in. When Isaac bent forward to take the abused nub into his mouth, the press against her clit made her hips surge up.
Can’t. Move. Can’t…Oh God.
The second clamp came off, and Kennedy lost herself in the rush of pain, the rise of climax, the pummeling of so much sensation on her senses. Between one breath and the next, she wasn’t just about to climax, she was there, exploding, imploding, registering Isaac’s agonized groan as he let go. Her ears filled with static, her eyes slammed shut, and the force of herorgasm took her over the edge into blissful nothingness.
