Page 92 of Prelude To You

“Are you begging me, Isabel?” I keened, drunk on her need for me.

“I mean, since we’ve come this far…” she replied tersely, scaling the edge of exasperation.

“What is it you want, my sweet,” I murmured against her throat. “You’ll need to be a little more specific.”

“I want you inside of me, please,” she begged breathlessly. “All of you.”

A groan slivered from me at the mere thought. I moved up against her so she could feel the length of my hard cock against her, and feel how much I wanted to be inside her. “Not yet, I want to taste you first,” I murmured, kissing her. And in a voice that came out stormier than I intended, “Open your legs for me.”

And so she did, her knees falling open on my command as she hissed out a needy sigh.

My mouth traveled down her breasts, to her belly, to paradise awaiting below, my main objective to relieve her from the brewing ache between her thighs. And to burn her taste into my mind.

Her fingers curled into my hair as I first licked the arousal off the soft skin on her inner thighs. Her scent was the intoxicating blend of musk, warm honey, and the earth after rain. Then I buried my mouth inside her pussy, feasting on the sultry dampness.

Getting my first sip of her, I nearly lost my mind, my cock throbbing in response.

When my tongue flicked over the pink, swollen bud at the peak of her sex, she quivered, her breath coming in short urgent bursts. She lifted her head, eager to watch me relishing her. “Oh God, oh God” she fussed in small, frantic moans, squirming against my mouth, fingers knotting in my hair as my tongue swirled to her entrance, finding its way inside.

There was no name for the sensation surging through me when her inner walls fluttered and clenched around my tongue,and no word for the warm feeling crowding my chest. All I knew was that she was where I belonged.

My thumb grazed her throbbing clit, rubbing it in slow circles as my tongue stroked in and out of her core. Her cries became louder and needier, each whimper fueling my own ever-growing need. I had to anchor her legs in place to keep her from twisting away from my fingers and tongue.

It was when I plunged two fingers inside her, pampering that magical spot on her front wall, that her eyes flickered closed. She sighed, indulging in the sensation raging through her, tortured mewls escaping her lips.

I took her to the edge again and again, pulling back just enough for that tantalizing orgasm to linger in the wings, getting stronger, more potent until it had seeped into every molecule that made up Isabel. She hissed out her frustration. “Roman, please.”

It was not conducive to stop what I was doing to placate the nymph’s urgent plea. Instead I pushed out a soft “Shhh” and continued my quest, basking in her eagerness, eliciting those tormented whimpers until her whole body trembled like a leaf in the autumn breeze.

And finally, finally I took her to the edge of the cliff once more, and this time I pushed her over and let her fly. Her cry shattered the calm, her core pulsing under my tongue, the slender dancer’s legs winding and twisting across my back.

My mouth found her clit again and I sucked it tenderly, just enough to summon the next luscious wave. Isabel gasped as the rolling current of pleasure started anew, my cock jolting as she shuddered through one blazing wave after another.

As the last ripples rolled through her, I gently licked her gorged sex, giving her time to breathe.

I moved in beside her, wiping strands of hair from her flushed cheeks and showering her with kisses across her jaw and down her throat, whispering sweet nothings.

A mist of sweat glistened on her skin, and tiny drops of moisture had gathered in the hollow of her throat, like early morning dew. I started making good work of lapping the luminous nymph clean.

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ISABEL

Acruel lover, this man who left me teetering on the edge of breaking apart for an eternity before finally giving me a glimpse of heaven. With every lick, every swirl of his tongue and every suckle of his mouth and grazing teeth, the agonizing tension in me soared.

I glanced down between my thighs, and Roman’s stormy blue eyes locked with mine as he consumed me bit by juicy bit.

And when he slid two fingers into me, I had to fight for every breath, every morsel of sanity, all the while he watched me with a savage hunger that left no doubt I was his to claim. When he let me tumble over the threshold into oblivion, every delicious crest pilfered another piece of my soul.

Roman waited for me to relish the divine shivers vibrating through my body as he lapped at my skin, gently stroking my belly and breasts until every inch of me was tingling again.

“My beautiful Isabel,” he chanted. “My honey badger.” When he had me in a daze, quivering in mesmerizing bliss, he stretched out above me and lowered himself between my legs.

The ferocity of his gaze dripped over me, edging itself into the smallest chambers of my heart. My back bowed and I archedagainst his impossibly big cock as it brushed against my belly. There was no mistaking the urge Roman had to battle, not to split me apart, sink into me and fuck me until I couldn’t breathe.

His low voice writhed its way into my chest. “We’re going to take this slowly.”

“Not too slowly.”

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