He was thick and large and quintessentially male. Bluish veins ran up and down the length of his shaft, pulsing like a heartbeat. The flared plum-shaped head was much darker, almost reddish in color. A pearly bead of fluid seeped from the tip.
Meredith licked her lips. She had to taste him. She went to her knees in front of him. He growled her name, his fingers tangling in her long hair. He tugged until she was looking up at him.
His penis was mere inches from her mouth.
“You don’t have to do this.” His tone was harsh, but his eyes were gleaming with lust.
She flicked out her tongue and lapped at the liquid leaking from the slit. He was salty and musky and warm. “I know.”
Isaiah groaned as she shoved his jeans down his hips and thighs. He toed off his sneakers and kicked his pants away. Naked, he towered over her.
God, she loved his body. She ran her gaze over him, stopping when she hit the stitches on his thigh. She’d forgotten he’d been shot. How had she forgotten that? Then there was the cut on his chest and the slashes on his shoulder. They were already starting to heal, but were still red and raw.
She must have made a small sound of distress because he took her face in his hands and gently caressed it. “Hey. It’s okay. Just a graze.” He dropped his hands, wrapping one of them around his cock. “This hurts more.”
She laughed and shook her head. He wouldn’t admit if he were hurting or not. “I’ll be gentle,” she promised.
“Not too gentle, I hope.” He smiled at her and her heart almost stopped. He looked relaxed. More than that, he looked happy. She’d given him that.
“Meredith.” She could hear a tinge of frustration in his tone and smiled.
“In a hurry, are you?” She closed her fingers around the base of his shaft and squeezed. The veins pulsed against her palm.
In reply, he tugged her mouth closer to the head of his cock. Meredith teased the tip with her tongue. She lapped and twirled and flicked. He grew larger, his shaft throbbing now.
He swore and brushed the top of his penis against her lips, urging her to hurry. Without warning, she opened her mouth and took him as deep as she could. He groaned, his hips jerking, driving his erection deeper.
She gagged slightly and he eased back immediately. He started to pull away, but she dug her nails into his butt, keeping him where she wanted him. Pulling back, she released him. “I’m okay. Just took me by surprise. It’s been a very long time since I did this.”
His eyes glowed, but he still looked concerned. He smoothed her hair away from her face. “If you’re sure.”
Even now, he was concerned for her. Love burst inside her, shimmering around her like a rainbow, painting the world in a beautiful light.
She leaned forward and took him into her mouth once again. She used her tongue and teeth to tease his shaft as she moved her mouth up and down his hard length.
The skin covering his shaft was so soft. But what was underneath was pure steel. She savored the taste of him. The way the thick hair of his groin tickled her nose and fingers. She kept one hand twined around the base of his penis, pumping in rhythm to the action of her mouth.
Using her free hand, she gently raked her fingernails over his balls. He groaned and tugged on her. “Stop. Meredith,” he gasped. “You have to stop. I want to be inside you when I come.”
She wanted that too. She didn’t want to waste another minute without being mated to Isaiah.
Releasing his shaft with a wet pop, she sat back on her heels. He reached down and dragged her to her feet, all but tossing her onto the bed. She laughed as happiness bubbled over inside her.
Isaiah grinned as he flicked open her jeans and dragged them down her legs. Her right shoe went flying but her left one tangled in the fabric of her pants. He swore and tugged until it came free. She didn’t wait for him, but pulled her panties over her thighs and tossed them away.
“Let me look at you.” The reverence in his voice brought tears to her eyes. He crawled on the bed beside her. His eyes flowed over her, pausing at her breasts and the juncture of her thighs. Her breasts swelled, nipples puckering. Her slick channel spasmed.
“I can smell you. So sweet and hot.”
He cupped her breasts in his hands. His thumbs flicked over the swollen tips sending a flash of heat down between her thighs. She moaned and arched her hips.
His cock stood out proudly in front of him, eagerly proclaiming how much he wanted her. It was a heady feeling.
Isaiah smoothed his hands over her ribcage and around her waist. “You’re so tall, sometimes I forget how much smaller you are than me.” He shifted lower so he could cup her hips. He raked his teeth over her hipbones. Goose bumps broke out all over her body, skating over her legs and arms.
“Isaiah,” she moaned as he knelt between her legs and used his broad shoulders to push them wide.
“Hmm,” he answered. He settled on the mattress, his mouth mere inches from her core. “You have such a sweet pussy.” He lapped at one side of her labia. “So hot.” He licked the other side. “So juicy.” His tongue flicked against her clit.
Her hips rose up to meet him, but he continued to tease her mercilessly. She dug one heel into the mattress, pushing upward. The other foot thumped against his back, urging him to hurry.
As if sensing how close she was, he eased two thick fingers past the opening to her channel and pushed. He stretched her sheath in such a delicious way. Her inner muscles rippled around him as his fingers withdrew and then advanced.
Her scalp tingled and her toes curled. Sweat coated her skin and she panted hard, trying to catch her breath. “Isaiah,” she gasped. She loved saying his name, knowing he would soon belong to her forever.
“Come for me, Meredith.” It was part command, part plea. She couldn’t deny either. Her sheath rippled. Then she exploded with a strangled cry.
Hips bucking, she clung to him. He rode the storm out with her, keeping her safe, bringing her down slowly. When it was over, she sighed and relaxed, letting her body sink into the mattress.
Isaiah, however, had other ideas.
He moved swiftly, flipping her onto her stomach and pulling her hips back toward him. In spite of her resolve, she tensed. Her blood pounded in her ears and her heart raced.
Isaiah stilled. “Meredith?”
This was what she wanted, what she needed. Finding renewed strength with the adrenaline coursing through her veins, she pushed up on her hands and thrust her bottom toward him. “Claim me. Make me yours.”
His hands were gentle as he held her hips. She knew he was letting her know she could move away at any time. Love for him swelled up within her. Isaiah was a male like no other. Willing to forgo his own pleasure, to give up what he wanted, for her.
The broad head of his penis nudged at her opening. She sucked in a breath as he pushed past the constricted muscles, nestling just inside.
“Please,” she moaned. She had to get him inside her. Her body was crying out for him. Her channel was wet and aching.
His fingers dug into her hips and he surged inward, not stopping until he was buried to the hilt. He stilled and she could hear his heavy breathing. It matched her own.
Her inner muscles gripped his cock, squeezing and releasing it over and over.
He swore. “I’m going to come without even moving.”
Pride filled her. She affected him as deeply as he did her. In this, they were equals. This time she squeezed him on purpose. He leaned down, his large body curling around hers, and nipped the curve of her neck. The slight sting was an erotic caress. She leaned forward, rubbing her swollen nipples against the sheets.