Page 71 of Not the Plan

“I’m real, Karim,” she said. “This is real.”

“Is it?” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “I’m having trouble believing it.”

She kept her gaze locked on his as she got out of her jeans and knelt on the edge of the bed.

“Touch me, then. See for yourself.” She put his hand between her breasts, and he let out a yearning moan, bending to kiss her skin, to cup each breast in his hands. She sighed, running her hands through his hair as he stroked and caressed her, kissing all over each one. She wanted him to take her nipples into his mouth, to touch them at least, but he didn’t. He stood straight, his breath ragged, eyes piercing.

“You know what I want, Isa. Desperately. We were interrupted the last time.” He pulled her to him, his naked chest on hers making her gasp into his kiss. He wrapped her legs around his waist and they fell into the bed. He ground the thick bulge in his jeans against her and she cried out.

“May I—”

“Yes, Karim, please.” He knelt on the floor. His thumbs in the waist of her panties, he pulled them off. His gaze was fixed between her legs. She held them together, shyness surpassing desire. He looked into her eyes.

“Please don’t keep yourself from me anymore.”

She took a deep breath, and slid her legs apart, no more hiding.

“My God…” He groaned. He inched forward and kissed her outer lips. She shivered, the air moving across her skin as he inhaled, his nose above her mound.

“Mmm…” His eyelids fluttered as he lapped the skin between her thigh and her lip, once, then twice. She shuddered as his lips grazed hers, and she was surprised when he licked her other lip. His head moved down, tongue gliding along her opening, as he groaned again. Her thigh twitched, and she couldn’t breathe. He paused, moved back a second, and sighed.

“You taste so good, Isadora.”

He caressed her inner thighs to coax her legs farther apart. The heat from his breath was there again, making her yearn for his touch. When their gazes locked, he flashed her a wicked smile before dragging his tongue between her inner and outer lips up one side, down the other. Over and over, laving her hood at each pass. She sighed his name, clutching the comforter. He released her thighs to slide his hands up her body, stroking the sides of her breasts with his thumbs.

“Touch me, Isa.” His breath was its own caress. “Put your hands in my hair.” She did, and he groaned as she ran her fingers through it. He brought his mouth down, tonguing inside of her, with increasing force. She shuddered again and looked down at him.

She caught the reflection in the mirrored door of his closet, off to one side. Her breath stuttered at his golden, muscular back, his dark hair, his head between her thighs. He moved back up, massaging her tightest bundle of nerves with the side of his tongue. She gasped and her hips bucked, but she stiffened, nervous. He sensed her tension and stopped.

“Isa,” he whispered. He curved his arm around her thigh from underneath. She peeked at him, pulling her hands away. He caught one and brought it to his cheek, kissing her palm.

“Guide me, beautiful. Put your hands on my head and guide me. Teach me what you like.”

She wet her lips to answer. “I…I’m afraid,” she breathed.

“Of what?” He turned to kiss her palm again, nuzzling it.

“Moving too much, hurting you?” Oral sex had always made her self-conscious. Her nervousness and history with partners who hadn’t had much interest in oral sex, had left her in the dark. His intensity, and his demonstrated desire to please her made her afraid of losing control.

“Don’t worry, beautiful. You won’t hurt me.” He mouthed her lips again and smiled. “And even if you did, I couldn’t dream of a better way of getting hurt.”

A naughty smile glowed in his eyes as he started again. She slid her hand into his hair, telling herself to relax, to let go of her worry, and she guided him as he licked and sucked at her. He did something, and a bolt of pleasure went through her. Her fingers clenched in his hair and her hips jerked up as she cried out. He growled against her and did it again. And again, and again. Her back arched and her shriek filled the room. He did it again and she shouted his name.

Her skin melted away, an explosive scream building inside. He did it again, strumming her clit and sucking harder, gripping both of her thighs to follow the bucking of her hips. She locked onto his eyes, begging, even though she was well past the ability to formulate a thought. He reached up for her breast, catching her nipple. Tugging on it, he did it again.

Her thighs quaking, she clung to his hair and the orgasm ripped through her, forcing the scream out as she lost herself.

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Her heart still racing, struggling to catch her breath, she was aware of him kissing his way back up her body. He hovered over her, breathing hard himself, and kissed up the side of her neck to her ear.

“You’re like a delicious, exotic fruit, Isadora,” he whispered, nipping at her earlobe. Supporting himself with his forearms, hands on either side of her head, he stroked her hairline, her temples. His lips grazed her forehead as he moved to whisper in her other ear. “I could eat you for days.”

She smiled and moaned, turning her head against his to fall into those green eyes.

“What about you?” she breathed.

“Me?” He kissed her lips.

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