Page 81 of Sweet Spot

Which was good because Isaac was right from the beginning. It was a night to be insatiable. Whatever doubts I had that first time in the hotel had long been driven away by Isaac’s obvious approval. The way his eyes lit up when I wanted more. The eagerness with which he always provided.

I arched off the bed, his mouth on my clit, his fingers inside, pushing me toward yet another orgasm. My fingers twisted in the sheets while my nipples burned for more attention.

“You better chase this orgasm, Kate. I’m ready to go again.” His voice was smooth warning mixed with promise.

I let the sheet go and tweaked my nipples. “So close.”

“Oh I can feel it.” Our first orgasm was slow. So very slow. One long stroke at a time, drawing it out of each of us until we fell apart. He remained deliberate as he recovered, his fingers moving slow and deep between rounds of intense massage. He kept his hands firmly on my hips where I liked them, partly because I liked to see his large hands on my body, but mostly because I liked feeling him control them.

And then I was off the cliff again, my muscles squeezing and pulsing as another orgasm struck. It began as an intense explosion that didn’t let up for what felt like several minutes but was probably only one. As I rode his fingers Isaac began to move, his perfect cock bobbing, sheathed, and ready. In a deft movement he replaced his fingers with his erection and thrust hard. I felt every inch of him as he stretched me wide.

“Give me a taste,” he murmured with a nod at my breasts.

I plumped them up for his lips, sighing with relief when he sucked and flicked at them. My orgasm rolled on, intensifying as he filled me.

“Fuck you’re so tight when you keep coming like this.” He hissed and jerked before moaning with relief as he seated himself deep inside me. “That’s right. Take what you want.”

My hips kept thrusting up in little jerks. Just when I thought it might be subsiding, Isaac took back over, withdrawing to his head and then thrusting deep in a single, smooth stroke. A fresh wave tore through me. I desperately grabbed his ass, trying to somehow get him deeper.

“You want to feel more?” he gasped.

“Yes.”

“Then let go.”

I released him and Isaac reared back, pounding into me. The hard impacts were just what I needed, upping the intensity once again so that I could chase the next wave. He grabbed onto the headboard for leverage, his strokes harder than ever. I had to wrap my ankles around his thighs to keep from sliding away from exactly what I wanted. I arched and moaned, every muscle in my body tightening notch by notch as the pressure built up all over again. Each tweak of my nipples brought me closer, each tug higher.

“Fuck I love watching you touch yourself,” he grunted. “They’re so hard and swollen.”

“I love watching you work.” Every muscle of his body strained as he drove into me. His shoulders and biceps flexing over and over, the muscles of his neck straining, his jaw set with determination. All his abs flexed as his hips moved, his entire body working towards a single purpose: mutual annihilation in the best way possible.

And then it was right there. Just out of reach. Like knowing a bolt of lightning is about to streak across the sky. His cock plunged deep, filling me completely, and my whole body clenched hard around him. He gasped as I cried out. “I’m coming! Oh my god, I’m coming!”

He worked me hard, grunting and groaning as I squeezed him tight, squeezed until he couldn’t hold back anymore. “Oh fuck,” he moaned long and loud as he jerked through several erratic strokes and then as deep as he could.

We stayed just like that, panting and gasping for air while the last few aftershocks rippled through our bodies. “Insatiable Kate rides again,” he laughed, dropping his forehead down onto mine. “Fuck, I love you so much.”

I kissed him all over, tasting the salt on his skin. “I love you too, Captain Anson. You can captain my boat any time.”

He let out a single laugh before rolling off of me. “The pirate jokes never end, do they?”

I snuggled into his side. “They’re too good to ignore.”

His arm came around, banding me in place. “Move in with me. Let’s make a home together.”

“Okay.” I yawned, the sleepiness hitting hard and fast.

Isaac stiffened. “Okay?”

“Yeah. Okay. My apartment isn’t that big and I don’t keep a lot of stuff around. It shouldn’t be too hard.”

He rolled onto his side and scowled at me. “Just like that?”

I let my eyes flutter closed. “My place feels all wrong. That apartment has been my in between. In between lives. In between assignments. In between family and friends. Always in between. This feels like home.” If he would just cuddle back up we could be asleep.

But then his finger crooked under my chin and tilted my face up. “You’re my home, Kate. Are you sure living with all of us is what you really want?”

I suppose I should fully answer the man’s question instead of drifting off into sleep. I forced my eyes to stay open. “Yes, Isaac. I want to live with all of you. Rosie, Everett, Hannah, the whole big family. And I want to have Allie and Ellen over for girl’s nights and combined family brunches and make this our home because you’re my home, too.” I cupped his startled, handsome face. “I’m ready.”

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