Leave a Trail (Signal Bend #7)(143)
He took her by the arms and pulled her to her feet as he stood, too.
Confused, she asked, “What’re you doing?”
“We are overdressed for this event.” He took her t-shirt by the hem, and she helped him pull it over her head. Then she unhooked her bra and discarded that.
“Sweet Jesus, look at you, Sport. Oh, sweet Jesus.” He put his hands over her breasts, plumping them gently. The skin of his palms was so rough and hot—her nipples went hard instantly, and she pushed deeper into his touch with a moan. No hands had touched her in all these years but her own. The thrill of him was almost more than she could stand.
Almost.
She glanced down to see his cock swelling again to its full length and girth. Then his hold on her breasts changed, and he pinched her nipples between the pads of his thumbs and forefingers. When she jumped and gasped, he pinched harder, and she arched her back with a cry.
“Isaac, God. I missed you so much.”
She opened her eyes to find him staring down at her with a wild hunger. “I need to taste you, Lilli. I need you on my mouth. I need to breathe you in and suck you down.” As soon as she nodded, his hands moved from her breasts to her waist, and he lifted her onto the bed and stripped the rest of her clothes off.
Before he joined her on the red satin sheets, he stripped naked, too. He really had gotten more massive than he’d even been before—at least not since his days in physical therapy, when his upper body had been all of his strength. His chest and belly were as defined as she’d ever seen, the oblique muscles running over his hips to his cock stood out in stark relief, his biceps and forearms were like something out of a superhero comic. His thighs and calves were massed with muscle. He was spectacular. He’d always been, but damn.
As he knelt on the bed between her legs, his rigid, heavy cock bouncing, she grinned. “You look good, love.”
He grinned back—that beautiful, cocky as hell, lopsided smirk that she adored. “You, too, baby. I love your strong, f*ckin’ gorgeous body, and…damn.” He pushed his hands under her ass and lifted her hips high as he bent down and, without preamble, shoved his face hard against her *.
“Oh, God! Isaac! Fuck!”
He sucked and bit, and licked and rubbed, his beard brushing against her thighs and over her clit, while he made a constant, rolling growl that vibrated against her most sensitive skin. She flexed and arched, reaching down to hold his head hard to her, grinding herself on him.
Gasping, he pulled back just enough to mumble, with his lips on her flesh, “Baby, I forgot. I thought I remembered, I thought about it every f*cking day, but I forgot how f*cking good you taste. Fuck, Lilli.
How could I have forgotten this?”
She opened her eyes to see him staring at her from between her legs. She was so close, but she answered, dredging up the ability to speak from the far reaches of her head. “It’s okay. You won’t forget again. We’ll never forget anything about each other again.”
He nodded and focused his mouth again on her clit. He bit down on the meat around it and sucked, his tongue moving rapidly over the bud. He hadn’t forgotten that.
Sensation exploded right there and sent long, sparking tracers of ecstasy through every nerve, every vein, every tendon and muscle and cell of her body. “ISAAC! YES! GOD, YES!” she screamed, and then he dropped her and pulled the full length of his body up and over hers, plunging his perfect cock deep into her core. They had not needed birth control since Bo’s birth, which her womb had not survived.
The move kept her at her peak, and she gritted out through her clenched teeth and taut throat, “Fuck me, Isaac. I need it hard. Fuck me hard. Make me remember.”
He hooked a massive arm around her thigh, pulling it high up near her chest. “Hard as you want it, baby,” he growled, then tucked his head to her shoulder and clamped down on her with his teeth as he slammed his body into hers.
Both of them grunting like animals with every savage thrust, this f*ck wouldn’t last long. But Lilli was so enthralled by the filling, brutal glory of his cock pistoning inside her that she didn’t need long to go a second time. Just the experience of his body on hers again, at long last—the hair on his chest, his arms, his legs, scratching against her bare skin, against her nipples, between her legs—just that was enough to have her throbbing and drenched, but his cock, so scalding hot and solid, hitting her deep with every grunting plunge, brought her so high she wasn’t quite sure how they were still on the bed. They had somehow found a new level of ecstasy.
Isaac released his teeth from her neck and groaned. “I gotta go, baby. Fuck, that’s it.”
She nodded and picked up her own pace, flexing her hips as hard and fast as she could, countering his frantic thrusts. As she came, she bit down on his shoulder, tasting his blood, clutching her hands over his back. Then, as her release exploded, his did, too, and he yelled incoherently and drove deep.
Isaac dropped his weight onto her, and they lay, drenched in sweat, silent and perfectly still, except for their uneven, desperate breaths. He was inside her yet, beginning to soften. She felt his full weight, his whole body. Lilli wanted never to leave this position again in her life.
But finally, he lifted up onto his elbows and looked down at her. “Hi, Sport.”
“Hi, you.”
“I f*ckin’ love you.”
“Stay with me, then.” With her fingertips, she traced the scarring across this throat, and then lifted her hand and brushed it over his perfect face, lined now with care and hardship. He had been through so much.