She expected him to assume the position she was accustomed to but after reaching for the condom on his nightstand, he rolled onto his back and rolled the rubber down his length and then lifted her, so she was straddling his hips.
She was stunned. She had done this position maybe five times in eight years and Merlin had always complained her rhythm was not good. “Um.”
“Change your mind?” he asked with a quirked eyebrow. “It’s okay if you did.”
“No.” she shook her head as pulled her lips between her teeth. “I hate to even say this, but I was told I’m not good in this position. I don’t want to kill the mood.”
He laughed, “get on my dick.” He made wide eyes at her and gripped the base of himself and moved it around in a strangely erotic playful move.
She spread her knees around his hips and slowly sank onto him. She felt full to the brim, overwhelmingly so. She closed her eyes as her body stretched to accommodate the unfamiliar feeling.
“Still good?” he asked, his voice straining.
She opened her eyes gasping for breath as she looked down at him. “Oh, I’m so good I’m trying not to come yet.”
He reached his hand out and tugged her forward onto his chest and hungrily kissed her mouth, allowing her time to adjust to him being inside her before gently rocking his hips under her. His tongue roved her lips as he picked up the tempo.
Eventually she was back in her upright position. They moved in sync and the pleasure started to spiral once again in her pelvis. Her hands clutched his bronzed skin under her, mesmerized by the sheer beauty of his body while she rode him.
“Isaias,” his name was a plea breaking from her lips, “oh god, I’m so close.”
“Don’t hold back, baby. I’ll be right there with you.”
Her head fell back, her dark hair tumbling over her shoulders, her breasts bouncing with every thrust as she spun out of control. Her breath caught and a guttural moan unbidden and unbridled burst from her lungs. Everything felt intensely shattering and then he was holding her still, pinning her to him as reached his own climax.
The way he shouted her name reverberating off the walls made her laugh with glee. She collapsed to his chest giggling as he wound his arms around her holding her tight. His lips pressed to the top of her hair and his uneven breathing told her he had exerted as much energy as she had.
“I think I have a new addiction,” he whispered as he gasped.
“Really?”
“The sound you made when you came. I have a compulsion to hear it multiple more times. Once I catch my breath and my body recovers, we’re doing this again.”
She giggled and lifted her head and kissed his lips softly. “Sounds good to me.”
As he kissed her deeply, she realized despite being satiated she was still hungry for more of him. She might have a new addiction of her own.
Liesl surfaced from the exhausted slumber aware of three things.
First. Her body felt as if she had spent a week in a gym with every muscle she possessed aching in a way she didn’t know possible. Isaias had been an attentive lover. He’d had her five more times through the night, once on his kitchen table when they’d gone down to find snacks and water at four in the morning.
Second. She had stayed the full night with Isais and despite falling asleep at around five she had never slept as deeply as she had while he’d been wrapped around her. Merlin never liked to cuddle in bed because she ran hot. She threw heat from her body like an out-of-control furnace. She told Isaias if he got too warm next to her, she wouldn’t be offended if he didn’t hold her. He had responded he was Portuguese, and he craved heat and warmth and he was thrilled to have his own personal hot water bottle. He’d kept his arms and legs firmly wrapped around her while they slept. She’d thought she would struggle to sleep like this, but she’d succumbed quickly and had stayed asleep.
Third, and most importantly, the man who had held her the night before was waking her up with blistering hot kisses and nibbles down her spine while his arms were snaked around her chest, toying with her nipples.
“Good morning,” he whispered as his teeth nipped her butt cheek. “I know you’re awake.”
She stretched and with his prompting rolled onto her belly. He was massaging her ass and his fingers kept sliding downward. His tongue licked the inside of her thigh. “Isaias, what are you doing?”
“Well, I was going to wake you up for breakfast. I kissed your pretty little mouth, and you did this pouty thing which made me think of how good your lips looked when they were wrapped around my cock this morning. It made me hard, so I decided to keep waking you up this way. I didn’t think you would mind. Do you mind?” He chuckled as she wriggled her bottom against the bed with excitement in a clear display she was not upset in the least. He plunged his fingers into her and groaned to find her wet already.
“Ah,” she mumbled into the pillow, “I was having good dreams of this hot, sexy, man whisking me out of my brother’s house and giving me multiple orgasms.” She felt him pull his fingers away and was going to pout but then he lifted her ass up slightly and he slipped into her in one slick movement. He stretched his body out over her, wrapping one arm under her hips to keep her in position as he leisurely made love to her.
It felt sensual and sexy as their bodies slid together, skin on skin, his rough chest hair, scraping her back as he sucked hard on her neck from behind. She was probably going to have a massive hickey, but she didn’t care. He felt too good to refuse.
Six weeks ago, if anyone had told her she’d be in the bed of a man she’d known less than a week having life-changing sex, she would have thought them crazy. Yet, as he took his time loving her, she realized this was exactly where she wanted to be. Even if after she went home to her brother’s house Isaias said he never wanted to see her again, she would have zero regrets about the night.
Everything which had happened told her she was far more sensual, sexual, and playful than she had ever been allowed to be before and she felt very much like the butterfly emerging from her cocoon as he had called it.
She felt her orgasm building and knew from the way his legs were roughly moving against hers, he wasn’t far behind. She mewled as he turned her head to capture her mouth while she squeezed his cock hard. She frowned when he pulled out and came on her bum.
“That was risky,” she whispered into the pillow after they finally started breathing again.
“I know. You are on the pill though.”
“I am.” She nodded.
“I’m safe. I had a physical three weeks ago. All clear. No partners since then.”
“Okay,” she rolled into his arms, “you’re forgiven then but only because you gave me exactly what I wanted.”
“Which was? An orgasm?”
She laughed, “well yeah.” She snuggled into his chest. “What time is it?”
“Nine.”
She sat up with a start. “Oh my god. I was supposed to meet the girls at nine. We were supposed to go watch the house get plowed under.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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