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done this before, this making love. But
she loved his hair and she gently pul ed the ribbon holding his queue free. She threaded her fingers through his hair as he moved to her other breast to
suck. She was used to being the one giving the pleasure, the one in control. To simply lie back and let him attend to her was strange. Strange, but not
unpleasant.
She closed her eyes, letting the erotic warmth fil her. She was already sensitive from her earlier orgasm and Isaac's attention to her breasts was making
her come alive again. She squirmed under him.
"Lie stil ," he murmured, and she thought she heard a hint of laughter in his voice.
She would've frowned at that, but he was pulling up her chemise, bunching the fabric in his hands, baring her legs, hips and belly. He drew the chemise
over her head and then she lay only in her stockings and garters. She blinked up at him, feeling a bit sil y. He smoothed his hands over the silk of her
stockings.
"These are very pretty," he said as he pul ed loose her pink ribbon garters.
She cleared her throat. "Thank you."
His lips twitched. "And these are pretty, too." He ran his hands down her legs, pushing her stockings before them. She wasn't sure if he referred t o her
legs or the slips of silk. He divested her of those and then she was entirely naked before him. As naked as he.
He placed his palms on her knees, spreading her wide, looking at her very center.
"But this," he said in a voice that had roughened and deepened, "is the prettiest of al ."
And he bent forward to kiss her there.
Coral gasped--she simply couldn't stop herself. She'd been touched there, of course she had. Had even had men who had wanted to do what Isaac was
so masterful y doing now. But al those times before she'd been working, had been very much in charge. She'd never let herself feel before.
Now feeling--almost painful y sweet feeling--overwhelmed her. He was licking her, licking the flesh that he'd touched with his fingers so recently. Each pass
of his tongue was slow, languidly thorough, explicitly right. Dear God, she wouldn't last a minute at this rate. His broad shoulders were between her thighs,
holding them open, and she convulsively clutched at them. She mustn't clench her fingers too hard, she thought fuzzily as he opened his mouth about her
bud, she mustn't hurt or scratch him.
"Coral," he whispered, his hot breath brushing over her wet, throbbing flesh. "Coral."
"What?" Dear God, he'd inserted his tongue into her and just as leisurely withdrawn it.
"Stop thinking."
How did he know? Her eyes were squeezed shut, her breath coming in pants and her hips were moving in quick little jerks that she couldn't seem to
control.
He took her in his mouth and sucked, flicking his tongue over and over until she arched and cried out her ecstasy. Her world exploded, shimmering heat
spreading from her center, her breath caught in her throat, her nails digging into his shoulders. He didn't stop. He kept licking and sucking until she was
near begging for mercy. Then suddenly he was crawling up her, big and feral, his erection brushing over her legs and thighs.
She opened her eyes, alarmed to find herself digging her nails into his shoulders. "Oh! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to--" He silenced her with a hard kiss,
open-mouthed and possessive.
"Never apologize for the pleasure you feel with me." She looked up at him in wonder, this good strong man who wanted to make love to her. Who wanted
to give her pleasure without any of her apologies. She didn't deserve him, she'd always known that, but for now she'd lay aside that knowledge and take
what he gave so freely. So she wrapped her arms about his neck and pul ed him closer. "Please make love to me, Isaac."
"Together." He bent and kissed the corner of her mouth softly.
"Together we make love."
He reached between them and positioned himself. Then he raised his head and gazed into her eyes as he slowly--oh, so slowly!--entered her.
"Like
she loved his hair and she gently pul ed the ribbon holding his queue free. She threaded her fingers through his hair as he moved to her other breast to
suck. She was used to being the one giving the pleasure, the one in control. To simply lie back and let him attend to her was strange. Strange, but not
unpleasant.
She closed her eyes, letting the erotic warmth fil her. She was already sensitive from her earlier orgasm and Isaac's attention to her breasts was making
her come alive again. She squirmed under him.
"Lie stil ," he murmured, and she thought she heard a hint of laughter in his voice.
She would've frowned at that, but he was pulling up her chemise, bunching the fabric in his hands, baring her legs, hips and belly. He drew the chemise
over her head and then she lay only in her stockings and garters. She blinked up at him, feeling a bit sil y. He smoothed his hands over the silk of her
stockings.
"These are very pretty," he said as he pul ed loose her pink ribbon garters.
She cleared her throat. "Thank you."
His lips twitched. "And these are pretty, too." He ran his hands down her legs, pushing her stockings before them. She wasn't sure if he referred t o her
legs or the slips of silk. He divested her of those and then she was entirely naked before him. As naked as he.
He placed his palms on her knees, spreading her wide, looking at her very center.
"But this," he said in a voice that had roughened and deepened, "is the prettiest of al ."
And he bent forward to kiss her there.
Coral gasped--she simply couldn't stop herself. She'd been touched there, of course she had. Had even had men who had wanted to do what Isaac was
so masterful y doing now. But al those times before she'd been working, had been very much in charge. She'd never let herself feel before.
Now feeling--almost painful y sweet feeling--overwhelmed her. He was licking her, licking the flesh that he'd touched with his fingers so recently. Each pass
of his tongue was slow, languidly thorough, explicitly right. Dear God, she wouldn't last a minute at this rate. His broad shoulders were between her thighs,
holding them open, and she convulsively clutched at them. She mustn't clench her fingers too hard, she thought fuzzily as he opened his mouth about her
bud, she mustn't hurt or scratch him.
"Coral," he whispered, his hot breath brushing over her wet, throbbing flesh. "Coral."
"What?" Dear God, he'd inserted his tongue into her and just as leisurely withdrawn it.
"Stop thinking."
How did he know? Her eyes were squeezed shut, her breath coming in pants and her hips were moving in quick little jerks that she couldn't seem to
control.
He took her in his mouth and sucked, flicking his tongue over and over until she arched and cried out her ecstasy. Her world exploded, shimmering heat
spreading from her center, her breath caught in her throat, her nails digging into his shoulders. He didn't stop. He kept licking and sucking until she was
near begging for mercy. Then suddenly he was crawling up her, big and feral, his erection brushing over her legs and thighs.
She opened her eyes, alarmed to find herself digging her nails into his shoulders. "Oh! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to--" He silenced her with a hard kiss,
open-mouthed and possessive.
"Never apologize for the pleasure you feel with me." She looked up at him in wonder, this good strong man who wanted to make love to her. Who wanted
to give her pleasure without any of her apologies. She didn't deserve him, she'd always known that, but for now she'd lay aside that knowledge and take
what he gave so freely. So she wrapped her arms about his neck and pul ed him closer. "Please make love to me, Isaac."
"Together." He bent and kissed the corner of her mouth softly.
"Together we make love."
He reached between them and positioned himself. Then he raised his head and gazed into her eyes as he slowly--oh, so slowly!--entered her.
"Like
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