“Oh, God,” she gulped.
“Oh, God is right.” He licked her again, this time catching more of her clitoris. “You even taste like bubble gum down here.” He swathed her entire clit with his tongue.
Izzy dug her fingers into the sheets and let her thighs loosen. “That feels really good.”
“You taste really good.”
Izzy decided right then and there to allow this man what she had never allowed any man; permission to pop her cherry. With his free hand, he pushed back the skin above her clitoris, giving him maximum exposure.
Izzy moved hotly beneath his talented mouth. “Do you want to come, Wild Style?”
“Yes.”
“Hard?”
“Yes.”
“How hard?”
“Very hard.”
“After I make you come very hard, what do you want me to do after that?”
“Make me come very hard again.”
“I like your style.”
“Please,” she said breathlessly, “stop talking.”
Chapter Five
When he hummed against her core in agreement, Izzy nearly launched. She had had no idea what she had been missing out on. No wonder her mother had been a slave to her father. Special Agent Flynn A. Ryker turned her on in every way possible. She thought, if she did do relationships, he would be the perfect man for her, if he wasn’t such a stripper snob. But damn, there was nothing snobby about him right now. She kind of loved the way he seemed totally into her.
“Oh, oh,” she gasped, then inhaled a deep breath. His fingers slid along her slick folds. All of the sudden she couldn’t get a deep enough breath. A quick flash of panic swept through her. She’d never been this intimate with herself, much less a stranger! But, oh God, when he slid a finger into her, she moaned so loudly heat flushed her cheeks. How embarrassing. “Oh, no,” she gulped when he slowly slid it in and out of her and pressed his lips back to her straining clitoris.
She felt his grin against her and wanted to smack him when he said, “I love your sounds. Keep them coming.” He slid a second finger into her. “You are so damn tight, Wild, I can’t wait to sink into you.”
Her breathing came so hard and so fast all she could do was nod. His touch, his words and his enthusiasm for her drove her nuts. She loved it. When he took her clit all of the way into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue as his fingers glided in and out of her, she cried out as the first non-self-inflicted orgasm of her life tore through her. It was amazingly deep, and she thought she might have just died and gone to heaven.
“Oh, God, wow. That—” An unexpected second wave rose up and hit her almost as hard as the first. “—was amazing,” she barely managed to say.
She looked down her belly and nearly lost it. The Special Agent’s face was planted between her legs but his deep blue eyes were riveted on her. The sound that emanated from him feral. When he rose from her, his lips glistened with her wetness. His features were hard, predatory, and supremely arrogant. He knew the strength of his prowess. He had devastated her with his hands and his mouth, and Lord only knew what he was going to do to her with that monster hanging impatiently between them. As he crawled up her, his penis dragged along the inside of her thigh. She made an unladylike sobbing sound of need that stoked the fire in his eyes. He reached past her to his wallet on the nightstand and took out a condom. Expertly he opened the wrapper, withdrew the condom, and slid it down his erection.
“Take off the cami,” he commanded.
Izzy pulled it off so fast she ripped the fabric.
Flynn’s eyes darkened. “Damn,” he said catching a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. The air left her lungs when he cupped her hot mound and massaged his palm into her sensitive clit.
“You’re killing me, Special Agent,” she managed.
He lifted his head from her breasts. “You ruin me every time I touch you.”
Her jaw dropped and she knew from his look he was as surprised by making his declaration as she was hearing it. He yanked her thighs up and spread them beneath him. “I need to fuck you fast right now, Wild, so I can fuck you slow later.”
“Okay,” she said breathlessly.
As he moved to press into her she said, “No, wait.”
His head jerked back and he speared her with a murderous glare.
“I mean, it’s okay, it’s just, um, been awhile.”
His lips lowered to hers and he kissed her, pushing her gently back into the sheets. As he did, he pressed into her, one delicious inch at a time. Involuntarily her body tightened and he stopped.
“Make up your mind, Wild,” he rasped. “I can’t stand this.”
Inhaling, she exhaled and let her thighs loosen and as she did, she nodded. He didn’t wait for an extended invitation. He sank deeply into her. Squeezing her eyes shut, Izzy bit back a sharp cry of pain.
The body above her froze. “Jesus Christ!” he swore and moved to pull out of her, but she locked her legs around his ass, and despite the pain of his initial breach, the way he sank deeply inside, liquefied her.
“No, please, don’t stop. I want this.”
He took her head into his hands and scowled at her. His hips flinched against hers.
“I don’t do virgins.”
“I’m not a virgin!” Well, not anymore she wasn’t. She’d come too far for him to walk out on her because of a pesky little membrane. “Please don’t ruin this for me.”
His scowl deepened, but when she gave him the Kegel squeeze, he flexed in response. “The body wants what the body wants, Flynn. Mine wants yours and yours wants mine.” She clenched hard around him again. He looked closer to giving her what she wanted, but he wasn’t quite there. “Please.”
“I don’t know what the hell’s going on,” he groaned as he seated more deeply inside her. “But you sure as hell are going to tell me.”
“I will,” she breathed. “After you make me come again.”
He nipped her bottom lip and thrust into her. “You feel so damn good, Wild.” He thrust again. “So damn tight.”
The pain receded as pleasure took over. Every cell in her body lit up in succession. Sensitive and oh so receptive to what he did to her. The hot strength of his penis as he drove in and out of her, tapping her core each time he submerged himself, pushed her closer and closer to a precipice she didn’t know existed.
“Such a perfect little package,” he whispered against her ear before he sucked the lobe into his hot mouth.
Izzy whimpered like a puppy begging for attention. He was all around her and everything about him turned her on. The hard heat of his body. The clean ocean scent of his skin. The passion that roughened his husky voice. The way his big strong arms cradled her body like she meant something to him. For tonight she did.
“When you come, Wild, I want you to look right at me. I want to see the pleasure in your eyes and hear it in your screams.”
He was going to be the death of her.
If she could crawl into him she would have. Wildly her body undulated beneath his, and she caught her sobs of pleasure before they escaped, a part of her embarrassed at her wanton reception of his body.
“Let it go, baby. Dig those nails into my back and let it go.”
Opening her eyes, she cried out at the intensity of his. Wrapping her arms around his thick biceps, she dug her nails into him and let out a suppressed cry as her clitoris and something else clenched his pistoning penis and in a wild collision of sensation, Izzy experienced the mother of all orgasms. “Flynn,” she screamed as he tore her apart, his big body boring into hers, and just as she reached the final edge of heaven, she felt the hot rush of semen erupt from him.
Uh-oh, should she be feeling that? Did the condom break?
She cried out to stop him, but another wave of the orgasm slammed her back into uncontrollable bliss. Flynn continued his drive, pushing her along the orgasm until the waves began to recede, and even then, he slowed his cadence to mirror her slow return to earth.