Page 74 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
Once we’re on the highway, Isaac places his hand on my bare thigh. His is high enough his pinkie finger can teasingly graze my panties, but not high enough to subdue my eagerness. Although his touch is as soft as a feather, it commands my body’s full attention.
I shift my position, craving more. My core is twisted up so tight, I’m confident one touch of his talented fingers will have me toppling into orgasmic bliss.
“Not yet,” Isaac teases, lowering his hand to its original position.
Groaning, I shift my focus to the derelict buildings whizzing by my window, hoping the bland scenery will quell my excitement.
It doesn’t.
I thought the forty-five minutes on the Wave Runner was torture, but this is ten times worse. Isaac’s seductive scent is invading every surface of his car, and his index finger tracing a figure-eight pattern on my inner thigh has my sex dripping wet. Furthermore, just being aware of his sexual prowess has my anticipation of what’s about to come overwhelming all rationalism. I’m so worked up, I could cry.
After thirty torturous minutes, Isaac pulls his car into the underground garage of his apartment building. Our elevator ride is intense with the heady lust energizing the air between us.
Isaac calms my fidgeting hand, twisting my skirt by holding it in his. His simple touch surges my horniness to an even higher level. When an elegantly dressed elderly lady enters the elevator at the lobby, her narrowed eyes bounce between Isaac and me. Seemingly unimpressed with my flamed cheeks and wide eyes, her top lip forms into a snarl.
“Cute dog,” I praise, nudging my head to her toy poodle she’s cradling in her arms.
Huffing, she turns her indignant face to the elevator doors. A giggle spills from my lips when she covers her dog’s eyes. Anyone would swear she caught us in a lewd act from the way she’s acting, where all she saw is a couple holding hands.
Hearing my immature giggles, Isaac’s grip on my hand tenses. Before I can comprehend what’s happening, I’m spread against the elevator wall, and Isaac’s skillful lips and tongue are exploring my mouth.
The elderly lady’s loud gasp of disdain mimics the throaty moan rolling up my chest. While she frantically stabs the ‘Open Door’ button, my hands eagerly explore the firm ridges in Isaac’s torso and back. His body is as scrumptious as his mouth.
When the elevator lurches to a stop on the next floor, the old bitty flees like her backside is on fire. Her disgruntled mumblings and the yap of her dog barking is the last thing I hear before my sole devotion returns to Isaac and his sinful mouth.
I unashamedly whimper when he pulls away from our embrace, but my disappointment doesn’t linger for long. He looks as torn as me.
He runs his finger along my kiss-swollen lips. “If you’re going to be accused of something, you may as well do it.”
A disgruntled growl emits from my lips as I clench black sheets in a white-knuckled hold. Isaac’s chuckle booms through my pussy before his God-crafted body glides along mine. Although his mouth is glistening with evidence of my arousal, I’m annoyed beyond comprehension.I’d thought the car ride was agony, but this is ten times worse.
Isaac is so well in tune with my body, he’s using it as punishment for kissing Brandon and Ryan. Until I beg for forgiveness, he refuses to let me come. Over the past hour, his tongue, fingers, and mouth have teased my core so tightly it has nearly snapped more times than I can count, but seconds before my climax topples into oblivion, he withdraws contact.
It’s been hell—absolute agony. I’d rather be spanked with a paddle than go through this for another hour.
“Not yet,” Isaac mutters before sealing his mouth over mine.
Bombarded with sexual frustration, I snap my mouth shut and crank my head to the side, denying his kiss. I’m so annoyed. If his knee weren’t in between my legs, I’d snap them shut too.
Isaac chuckles against my mouth, seemingly pleased he has me rattled. Sliding his hand up my sweat-slicked body, he cups my engorged breast in his hand. His talented fingers soon tease my nipple into an erect bud, encouraging a raspy moan to spill from my lips.
The instant my lips part for a needy breath, Isaac’s tongue slides inside my mouth. I fight with all my might to deny his kiss, but I can’t. It’s too scrumptious to ignore.
Weaving my fingers through his hair that’s damp at the tips, I pull him onto my overheated body. A throaty moan rolls up my chest when his rigid cock brushes my throbbing clit.
Tilting my hips higher, I seek direct contact. I nearly cry in frustration when Isaac pulls back from my embrace.
“Not yet,” he teases, nipping at my lips with his teeth.
While kneeling between my milky white thighs, his smoldering eyes rake my naked form. I study him with just as much eagerness. His body is nearly enough to make me come just by looking at it.
Air hitches in my throat when he leans over to snag a condom out of his bedside table. Peering at me with lust-crammed eyes, he rests his backside on the balls of his feet before ripping open the foil packet with his teeth.
I watch in awe when he rolls the condom down his erect cock. Once it’s in place, he bands his hands around my back to tilt my hips high into the air. A long, purring moan topples from my mouth when his cock sinks into my pussy at a painstakingly slow pace.
Once every delicious inch of his manhood has invaded me, his movements cease. I wiggle my hips, wordlessly begging for him to increase his tempo. He grips my hips, snubbing my plea without words.
Growling, my eyes pop open and lock with his. “Please,” I shamefully beg, my high tone leaving no doubt to my excited state.
