I froze when I saw the gorgeous naked woman on my bed. Isla gave me an impish smile and ran her hands over her breasts.
“Well. Hello.”
“Hello, yourself. I see you’re ready for me.” She glanced down at my erection, and I chuckled.
“What are you doing here?” I whispered, crawling onto the bed and tossing the hand towel aside.
“Rules were meant to be broken,” she whispered back, reaching for me. “We’ll just have to be a bit quiet.”
“I can do that.”
I leaned down to kiss her, lightly pressing my lips to hers. “I like this kind of surprise.”
“I thought you might.”
“Damn, baby, have I mentioned lately how fucking beautiful you are?” I trailed my fingers down her flat stomach.
“Thank you.” She motioned with her hand. “What are you waiting for, Mr. O’Day?”
I grinned, pushing her onto her back and rolling on top of her. “I beg your pardon, Ms. Campbell. I was trying to be a gentleman.”
“That ship has sailed.”
I wasn’t sure what had brought this show of defiance, but it was awesome. I moved against her, finding her mouth with mine. “I have to be honest, I’m having a little trouble believing this is real. I don’t know why, but it feels a little like a dream.”
“I’m feeling a bit the same way,” she whispered, looking up into my face. “I’ve been hoping this would happen almost since the first time I met you and now that it has, well, I keep overthinking things instead of enjoying them.”
“Me too. I was also worried about your brother, my relationship with your whole family… There was a lot to consider, especially since I didn’t know if you were interested.”
“I practically threw myself at you last summer,” she protested with a soft smile. “When we were clubbing with Ian and Everly.”
I chuckled. “I convinced myself it was because we’re all such good friends, not that you actually wanted me.”
“I definitely want you.” She angled up for a kiss but I pulled back, waiting for her to say more. “I’ll admit it’s a bit surreal, being with you like this. I never thought it would happen.”
“Even before Ian came to me, I’d promised myself this summer, when I was here for the wedding, I was going to give it a shot. Ask you out on a date, even if you said no. I had to know, one way or the other, because I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
“Same.”
Our eyes met again and she leaned up closer. “Kiss me,” she whispered.
She didn’t have to ask me twice. When a gorgeous woman I happened to be in love with was naked and asking me to kiss her, that’s exactly what I was going to do. And I did it repeatedly, my tongue starting a slow, intimate dance with hers and building up momentum. Yesterday afternoon had been good, but not nearly enough, and I’d promised myself I would taste every inch of her the next time we were together.
I tightened my grip on her. “How do you feel about oral? You good with that?”
She smiled. “Sixty-nine is my bloody favorite.”
“I knew things were going to be good between us.” I gave her a little nudge and then flopped onto my back. “Flip around…and bring that delicious pussy of yours up here by my face.”
She didn’t hesitate, changing her position so her knees were on either side of my shoulders and her mouth was wonderfully close to my cock. She gripped it with her hand and gave me a long, slow stroke, bringing my semi to full attention. Her lips were soft, grazing my thigh, my balls, everything but my dick, and teasing me. I wanted to reciprocate, and I would, but just for a few seconds, I would enjoy how it felt to have her touching me like this.
My breath left me in a rush when she sucked me deep, one hand lightly squeezing the sacs beneath.
“Isla, baby… Holy fuck, that’s amazing.”
She scooted down a little further and licked up one side and down the other, her mouth and hands working in tandem. Every time I thought about diving in to the sweet spot between her legs that was waiting for me, she’d suck me deep again and I couldn’t remember what I was supposed to do.
When was the last time someone had given me head?
Too long. And it definitely hadn’t been like this.
Jesus, I needed to get a grip. I’d gotten off in less than five minutes last time we’d had sex and now I was about to explode in about thirty seconds.
Determined to slow down, I lifted my head and trailed my tongue down her slit.
She momentarily froze.
Thank god.
And fuck if she didn’t taste sweeter than sugar. Now that I’d started, I temporarily forgot what she was doing to me and did my best to distract her. She was already dripping against my mouth, which meant she genuinely enjoyed giving head, and that turned me on even more.
I explored her most intimate places with my mouth and fingers, working her into a frenzy as she moved against my face. I was sure I had her on the verge of orgasm when my cock hit the back of her throat and I momentarily let my head fall back against the pillows.
“Jesus, sweetheart… Ah, fuck.” I couldn’t hold back and luckily remembered not to yell, even though I wanted to. I had to get her there too, though, and I slid a finger inside of her as I sucked her clit between my lips. I gently bit down, simultaneously curving my finger against the soft, spongey spot inside of
