“Yes, baby, just like that, I’d squeeze and lick and suck those beautiful tits of yours until you cried for me to stop.”
“I’d never want you to stop,” she rasped.
“My mouth is sliding down to the dip in your belly, your pussy is dying for me to give it some attention. “
Imagining him doing just that, Izzy’s hips rose as her hands slid down her belly.
“When my lips lock on your clit, you can’t stand the pleasure of it. You cry out, begging me to suck you harder.”
Izzy made a small animal sound of pleasure at his words. Her fingers swept to her clitoris. In a slow swirl she touched it, biting her lip as shards of delight riveted through her.
“Flynn,” she breathed, “like this?”
“Yes, baby, just like that.” His breath brushed along her belly and the top of her hand. “Spread your thighs, I want to look at you.”
Swallowing, Izzy parted her thighs, and as she did, her fingers slid down her slick cleft.
“You are so wet and pink. I want to kiss you there. Lick you, suck you, slide my fingers deep into you.”
Arching again, Izzy slid a finger into herself. Her body clenched around her. “I wish it was you,” she gasped, slowly moving it in and out as her other hand rubbed her swollen clitoris. There was something insanely erotic and intimate, knowing as she gave herself pleasure she was giving him pleasure, too. In many ways, baring herself this way was more intimate than intercourse. If only he would do the same…
Opening her eyes, she caught Flynn’s fiery gaze. By his movement, she knew he was stroking himself. Unable not to look, her gaze dropped. His big hand was wrapped around his thick erection. The veins of his hand were as pronounced as the thick veins of his penis. Heat sluiced through her veins like quicksilver. “That’s so hot.”
“You make me this way, baby. I can’t look at you without getting hard.”
Biting her bottom lip, Izzy pushed back into her pillow and stroked herself faster. Her eyes locked with Flynn’s. A thin sheen of perspiration glistened on his forehead as his hand moved faster. Izzy’s kept pace with his. The air became heavy, her breathing labored as frissons of desire built within her.
“Scream my name when you come, Isa,” he commanded softly.
“I’m coming,” she gasped and closed her eyes.
“Open your eyes, baby. I want to see you come.”
Izzy opened her eyes. Flynn bit his lip, sucking in a deep breath. “Fuck, I’m there.” His body tightened and Izzy couldn’t help it, she looked down and watched his big beautiful cock erupt in his hand. The muscles in his arms and neck corded as semen poured from him. “Isa,” he said roughly. “Damn you.”
His words pushed her over the brink. Pushing back into the mattress, her body exploded from the inside out. “Flynn!” she screamed as the tension shot through her. Oh, God that felt so good. Wildly her body gyrated as she came in an outrageous, wanton, uninhibited flourish.
Fighting for breath, her body twitched as residual shock waves shimmered through her. The storm that raged outside didn’t compare to the one that raged in her heart. Her hand twitched at her side. When Flynn’s big warm one grasped it, she caught herself from rolling over to him.
“I can’t believe I just did that,” she said, breathless, gulping for air.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yes.” Turning to him she asked, “Are you?”
He smiled and said, “I’ll let you know in a minute.”
He reached with his right hand to the box of tissues on the nightstand and cleaned himself up. Then he pulled her into his arms. When she resisted, he said, “I think we’ve gone a little past your conditions, Pink.”
Lifting up to look at him, she flashed him a sheepish grin. “That’s not what I’m worried about.” His dark brows rose in question. She elaborated. “I like it when you touch me. Too much.”
His full lips twitched. “I like touching you more than I ever thought I’d like touching a woman. So we’re even.” He pulled her against him.
This time she snuggled against his warmth. Running her fingertips through the dark hair of his chest she said, “This doesn’t mean we can have sex.”
“Explain what just happened?”
“I don’t know, but it wasn’t sex per se.”
“I came, you came, that’s sex.” He rolled over onto her, his warm naked body making all kinds of suggestions to her very much aware body. “Have you ever done that with a guy?”
“Masturbate with him?”
“Yeah.”
“No!” Her eyes narrowed. “Have you?”
He grinned. “No, I’ve never masturbated with a guy.”
“With a woman!”
“No.”
Izzy smiled. “Correct answer.” Then she asked, “How many women have you had sex with in this bed?”
His dark brows jammed together. “Really?”
“Yes, really.”
Exhaling, Flynn rolled over onto his back. She wasn’t letting him off the hook; she wanted to know.
“Until tonight, zero.”
“What? I thought you were Special Agent Stud.”
“I don’t bring women to my house.”
“Afraid they won’t leave?”
“Yes.”
“Why are things different with me?”
“You’re not here under romantic conditions.”
Ouch. “I see; I’m just something to pass the time with.”
Scowling, Flynn shook his head. “Don’t put words in my mouth. You’re here because I want you here.”
“So you can keep an eye on me.”
“It’s more than that, but yes.”
“And some mutual masturbation on the side is okay?”
He rolled back toward her. “I didn’t start this, Isa. You opened the door; I walked through, now you want to condemn me for it? Why ruin this?”
Yes, damn it, she wanted to condemn him for it because it had meant something to her and she wanted it to mean something to him, too.
“I don’t want to ruin it, I guess I just want to understand it.”
“What’s to understand? We’re two healthy human beings who happen to have a crazy attraction to each other. When two people have a mutual attraction they act on it.” He ruffled her hair and kissed her nose. “I get it that sex is different for women than men, but why are you so opposed to us being intimate when it’s obvious it’s what we both want?”
Izzy held her breath, deciding on how much of the truth she should tell him. All of it.
“Cancer killed my mother, but she had died of a broken heart years before. I didn’t know it until years after we were kicked out that up until the night before we left, my father still went to my mom. She gave him every part of her, but all he wanted was her body. Until she died, she hoped for what he would never give her.”
“I’m sorry,” Flynn said.
“I am, too. My mom was a good woman. Hardworking. Orphaned at five, she lived in the streets of Mexico City until she managed to find a way north. At seventeen, she came to this country illegally, looking for a better life. My father took advantage of that.”
Pressing his lips to the wild pulse in her neck, Flynn kissed her. “I’m not your father, Isa.” His big body moved over hers. “And you’re not your mother.”
“I know that, but—”
“Stop fighting it.”
“But—”
“Give in to it. God knows, I tried to fight it and lost,” he confessed.
Izzy inhaled, her breasts digging into his chest. Flynn’s penis swelled against her leg. Desire shot straight to her core, catching her off guard. She stared at him. How could he affect her so deeply when she knew, knew he wasn’t going to stick around?
The hard planes of his body tightened. His lips dropped to hers, where they hovered. “If you knew how much my dick hurt for you right now, Isa, you would let me in.”
Her ache was just as deep. Squeezing her eyes shut, Izzy held her breath. Her body shook with want. All she had to do was open her legs and let him in. The wild rush of sensation as he filled her swept through her memory banks. Breath rushed from her lungs catching a soft moan when her hips moved, undulating softly.