Page 34 of The Crush
Fuck, she’s wrapped herself up like a fucking present.
“Danny?” My eyes meet hers again where she’s looking tentatively at me over her shoulder. “Do you…um…”
My hands grip her sides, pulling her into my lap, and she lets out a surprised gasp when she lands. Her legs settle on either side of mine, her hands coming to rest on the tops of her thighs. “What is your question, Isabel?”
She shifts, trying to get her bearings, but I spread her legs wider by moving my own farther apart. My nose drifts between her shoulder blades, one of my hands rising to gather and brush her hair over her shoulder so I can taste each shuddered breath with my mouth on her skin.
“I was…” She gives a little moan when I pass over the back of her neck, knowing how sensitive she is there. “I was going to ask if you like it.”
I lift my hips as I push her down on top of me, letting her feelhow muchI like it, and she makes a soft sound that does nothing to help my dwindling control. “What do you think?”
“Yes?” I nip at her skin, and she gasps. “Yes, you like it.”
“You look gorgeous,” I murmur. “Mi bonita, you look so good. You always do.”
My right hand releases her side, brushing the backs of my fingers along her skin to elicit that consistent reactionary shiver. When I feel it, I move across her stomach before dropping down to sweep the fabric between her thighs.
She tries to shift again, and I push her legs even wider. “Easy, Isabel. I want to take my time opening my gift.”
She whines, her hands coming up to circle around the back of my neck, her fingers in my hair making me groan. “Please.”
Please.I want to hear that again, only at a higher pitch. I lift my hand and bring it to her mouth. “Open.”
She does, letting my fingers hit her tongue as she starts to suck on them, making me think of how she’d woken me up this morning before I groan and drag my fingertips over her lips, down her body to slide beneath the lace.
“So damn sensitive,” I murmur when she gasps again as I brush my fingers over her clit. In encouragement, I place a kiss against her spine, catching the bow in my teeth briefly before pressing my forehead against the back of her neck. “Been so good. Should we make you come?”
She doesn’t answer, only lets her head fall forward as I start to rub and circle that little bundle of nerves. Her breathing picks up as I mutter praise against her skin, and I do take my time with it, waiting until I already feel her getting close before I press a finger in. I let her clinch around it as my thumb picks up the pattern over her clit, then I add another finger, loving the way she moans at the stretch. “Come on, Isabel, I’ve got you.”
When she hits her peak after a little while longer, she gasps, instinctually moving to press her legs together as it washes through her. But I don’t let her. I keep her spread wide, keep my fingers moving until she’s shaking from the stimulation.
“Again.” I ease up just enough that the pleasure isn’t so sharp, but not enough to let her come down. “Can you do that for me?”
She nods fervently, and I start kissing her before she has to ask. The hand I still had on her waist trails up to cup her breasts through the lace, gently kneading as she arches into my touch.
“More,” she murmurs into my mouth, and I nod, smiling. I press a third finger inside, increasing the tempo until she comes again with a soft cry.
“Good fucking girl.” I place a soothing kiss against her forehead, finally drawing my legs back together so she can do the same.
Her gaze is half-lidded, her mouth curved into a satisfied smile as I place her on her back on the bed, and honestly, I’m surprised I’ve lasted this long. Not taking my eyes off her, I reach for the box of condoms on the nightstand.
“Wait.”
My hand immediately stills as I watch her sit up, suddenly looking unsure.
“Sorry.” She scoots to the side of the bed so she’s in front of me. “I meant to ask before but…you distracted me,” she says with a small smile. “I was wondering…” She pauses, starts and stops, and then it all comes out in a rush. “I was wondering if we could do it without the condom?”
Twenty-Eight
Isabel
Shit, he’s not saying anything.I get down off the bed, trying not to think about the fact that I’m still in just a bra and panties as I walk over to my purse on the hotel room desk. “I’m on the pill.” I pull out the little pack to show him. “I started taking it in college and, um…” He’s still staring at me, tense from head to foot. “Sorry. Maybe this is—I promise I’mnottrying to get pregnant. I thought maybe if you wanted to. We can forget it if you’re not—”
He takes a large step closer. “Are you seriously standing there trying toconvinceme to fuck you bare?”
“IpromiseI’m not trying to get pregnant.”
He frowns, brow scrunching. “Why do you keep saying that?”
