Page 51 of Worth the Heat
“It won’t,” I tell her cheerfully. “My tongue will fall asleep and basically cramp like a bitch though.”
“Seriously? It falls asleep?”
I nod. “Yup.”
“Why do you continue to do it then? If it falls asleep? Surely women are fine with one, two, or three orgasms. I’d have been fine with just that first one,” Isabella says, a hint of pink creeping onto her neck. Interesting that demanding I lick her pussy doesn’t embarrass her, but talking about the number of orgasms does.
“Because I love getting a woman off. I get off on watching your reactions. What expressions you make, and how your body responds. I’d fucking live between your thighs if I could, baby.” I press a closed-lips kiss against her, then jostle in surprise when her tongue tentatively slips between my lips. She swirls it around my tongue, then stops the kiss.
I open my eyes to see her looking thoughtfully at me. “It’s not as bad as I expected, but I’m not a huge fan.”
“What?” I ask.
“How I taste on you. It’s okay,” she says with a shrug, and Ican’t help the laughter that bubbles out of me. God I love this woman. I’m still laughing when she shimmies my pants and boxer briefs off my hips, then uses her feet to push them down the rest of the way. The laughter dies in my throat as my cock bounces against her core. “Um, I’m not on birth control. It really messed with my hormones, and I didn’t like how it made me feel. But I am STD-free. I got tested after I found my ex cheating.”
Still furious that she walked in on her douchebag ex and her best friend, I try to stifle my anger as I nod. “I have condoms. And I’m clean too. I got checked when you moved in. I wanted to be safe, and I hoped we’d end up here. Not that it really matters, because it’s been a while for me. In fact, this will probably be a lot shorter than you expect. Not only because it’s been a while, but because it’syou, and I’m struggling not to come right now just because I can feel the heat emanating from your pussy, and it’s driving me insane.”
Isabella smiles softly. “I think that’s why I came so quickly. Because it’s you.”
Choking on emotion, I drag my gaze from hers as I lean toward my nightstand. Opening the brand-new box of condoms, I bashfully look at her through my lashes. “I just bought these. Again, I had hopes. But I didn’t expect it. Not that I’m complaining,mi Cielo. Getting you in my bed was a hope, but not a goal.”
“I think it’s okay if you call it a goal,” she teases, as I sit up and open the condom.
“It wasn’t.” Sliding the condom on, I meet her eyes again. “Getting your heart was always the goal. Sex is just a bonus.”
“Sebastian,” she whispers, holding her arms out to me. I fall into her embrace as she wraps her legs around me, and my cock notches at her opening perfectly. “Go slow to start, okay? You’re bigger than I’ve had. Then you can go hard.”
I’m struggling to respond as I slowly inch into her channel, the hot walls of her pussy clenching me tightly, and I rest myforehead against hers. Fucking hell. I’m about to blow. “Baby, I may not make it to going hard. You feel too fucking perfect.”
“Would a distraction work to calm you down?” she asks.
“I don’t know. Maybe?”
“Okay. I once heard my brothers talking —”
I groan. Wait. That worked. “Yeah. Keep talking about your brothers.”
She laughs, but the sound is breathy and so fucking sexy. “They didn’t know I was listening. They were talking about things they did to keep from coming too quickly. I can’t remember which one does this, but one of them chants ‘old man balls’ over and over again in his head.”
“Luca,” I pant as I bottom out, my groin against hers. “It’s Luca. I remember him telling me that once.”
“Sebastian,” Isabella moans. “You feel so good.”
I groan as my head falls against her shoulder. “You have no fucking idea how perfect you feel.”
I wait a moment as I focus on my breathing. I know with every beat of my heart that I just pushed into the only woman I’ll be with for the rest of my life. This is it. This is my forever.
“Gonna be quick,” I mutter as I pull out slightly, then slide back in. Isabella digs her fingernails into my back, and I hope she does it hard enough to break the skin. I want her nail marks tattooed there. She cries out as I quicken my pace, and my orgasm barrels toward me. Old man balls, old man — fuck, this isn’t going to work.
“Sebastian,” Isabella stammers, “I think I’m going to come again.”
And that is my undoing. When my perfect girl holds her breath as she comes, her pussy clamps down on me so hard that I have no choice but to follow her over the cliff. I roar as rope after rope fills the condom, black spots dotting my vision, and I feel the condom fill completely. This is the hardestI’ve ever come, and I’m not remotely surprised. Of course it would be this way with Isabella.
I collapse on top of her, my softening dick still inside her, but I can’t seem to make myself move. This connection is so perfect, so exquisitely unique because it’s her, that I don’t want to separate. Right now, there’s nothing between us. No jobs, families, or crazy ex-boyfriends. It’s just me and Isabella, in our own bubble, and I want to stay here as long as possible.
It’s a few minutes before Isabella speaks. “I didn’t know it could be like that.”
“Neither did I,” I confess. Lifting my head, I see her confused gaze. “I figured it would be the best I’ve ever had, but that wasn’t even on the scale. That was spectacular, and I can’t wait to do it again. I just need thirty to forty-five minutes. Maybe less.”
