Page 81 of The Chances We Take

“Patience. We’ll get there.” I moved her hands away, despite her protests. “I’m in no rush.”We have all the time in the world if I have any say in it, was what I wanted to say, but I kept it inside. I got off the bed, earning myself a puzzled glance from Isa.

“Wait, do you not—” she started to ask before I stopped her.

“No, I do. But I want to do this right, take my time with you.”

She still looked confused, so I continued. “Take off your pants.” She obeyed, sliding her shorts down her lean legs until she kicked them off at me.

I caught them, throwing them on the ground next to me.

“Now what?” She crossed her arms, giving me a smartass look.

“Patience.” I smirked.

She rolled her eyes as she threw a pillow at me, attempting to hit me, but failed miserably.

“All right, that’s fine, we can stop.” I turned around as though I was going to leave the room.

“Wait, no!” Isa protested. “I want you. I’ll be patient.”

That was all I needed to hear from her, and I practically tore off my pants and shirt, wanting to taste her as soon as humanly possible.

I crawled up the bed to her, immediately grasping the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head. She had atattoo by her ribs, a small cluster of stars, and I smiled to myself as I gently ran my finger over it.

I unclasped her bra, freeing her breasts and allowing them to spill out. Her body, everything about her, was perfect. I lowered my mouth, catching a nipple between my teeth and sucking, while one hand massaged her other breast. My free hand reached down her body, slipping under the hem of her underwear to tease her slit.

“Fuck, you’re soaking wet.”

“I need you,” she pleaded on a moan.

In response, I slid a finger inside her, her walls clenching around me as I started moving. After few thrusts I added another one, her wetness coating my skin. But I had to know if she tasted as sweet as her personality. I removed my fingers, not missing the sigh leaving her lips from their absence, and hooked the hem of her underwear, pulling them off and tossing them away.

I lowered myself down to her, making one long lap up her entrance, her arousal coating my tongue. She tasted like heaven, even better than I anticipated, and I both applauded and kicked myself for waiting this long for her.

Her hands snaked through my hair, holding me close to her as I continued devouring her.

“Reid, I’m going to—” She gasped before she threw her head back, her orgasm taking over her body. Once she had come down from her high, she sat up, looking almost shy as she moved toward me.

“Uh-uh.” I stopped her before she could reach my boxers. “I need to be inside you right now.” All I could think about was if she was that tight around my fingers, how tight would she be around my cock?

Even though she protested with a pout, she backed up, leaning her body against the pillows as I found my bag anddug through it, pulling out a roll of condoms. I came back to the bed, discarding my underwear as I went, freeing my erection.

Isa bit her lip as I stood before the bed. She had pulled the comforter back and was lying on the sheets.

I crawled up the bed so I was above her, and she grabbed onto my cock, guiding me toward her entrance. When I pushed myself in, she gasped, but it quickly turned into a moan.

“Is this okay?” I kissed her forehead.

“Yeah, perfect.” She nodded, wrapping her legs around me to pull me closer, my cock inching itself even deeper inside her. She clenched around me as I slowly thrusted in and out.

“Oh, please. Harder,” she gasped, her fingers fisting the sheets below us so hard her knuckles turned white.

From this view, she looked angelic, her blonde waves circling around her head like a halo. But there was nothing angelic about the desperate, almost primal way she was letting me fuck her.

The pressure in my balls built until I didn’t think I could take it anymore.

“Is, I’m close.” I gritted my teeth, willing myself not to finish before she did. A few more thrusts, and she started to unravel. Her face did this adorable thing where it flushed until it was the shade of a tomato, and I knew she was close to her orgasm.

“I’m gonna come,” she rasped, her voice breathy and quiet.

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