Kai

 

Isla’s cheeks flushed, her lips parting and a small breath blowing out between them. God, she was killing me in this little peek-a-boo outfit. I wanted to bunch it up and rip it right off her.

And something in her teal eyes told me she wouldn’t lament the loss.

However, I also wanted to drive her wild. Worship her to the point of torment. While I didn’t know for certain, I had a feeling Isla had never been with someone who worked hard enough to tear that shyness down. If they even noticed it was there. She was good at eschewing it and turning it into a kind of casual coolness.

But I knew better now. And it had become a turn on in the last ten minutes.

Isla, blushing and biting her lip in this little piece out in the kitchen? I’d never seen anything so hot in my life. I’d already committed it to memory forever.

As I stood there, pondering my first move, Isla squirmed a bit and touched me lightly on the arm. “Um, Kai, what-what are you doing?”

“Figuring out what to do with you first,” I said. “Lie down, please.”

“O-okay,” she squeaked and did so. Then she squeaked again as I reached down and picked up one of her legs, lifting it and pressing a kiss to her ankle. Carefully, I began to massage her foot, then I leaned down and picked up the other. She needed to relax.

Reaching down, I pulled her upright and had her sit on the bed in front of me, her back to me as I stood by the bed. As I suspected, her shoulders were tight and I kneaded those muscles until she was all but dissolving in my hands. However, to prevent Isla from getting sleepy on me, I pressed a kiss to the back of her neck or shoulder every once in a while.

“You’re spoiling me,” Isla murmured as I was finishing up.

Nuzzling the side of her neck, I whispered, “Just getting started. I’ve had to hold back too long. It’s going to take a long time to undo. Years. Decades.”

“Mmm,” she said. “I like that sound of that.”

I crawled onto the bed and pulled her back against me, settling her between my legs. Tipping her head onto my shoulder, I kissed her and smoothed my hands across the front of her nightgown. Her hard nipples stood out against the fabric and brushed against my palm.

Isla jumped and gasped into my mouth. Her skin was already super-sensitized to my touch and I grinned a little as her hands gripped the fabric of my shorts. And I felt her smile back.

Breaking apart slowly, I then buried my face in her neck and savored the sweet skin there. Both of my hands were running up and down her torso. Isla was whimpering and her legs were sliding together on the blankets, her own hands rubbing against my legs.

Lifting up my head for a moment, I whispered, “You taste sweeter than I imagined.”

Isla pressed back against me, her hair tickling my chest as she laid her head higher on my shoulder. “And this is infinitely better than any of those dreams I’ve been having.”

Laughing into her ear, I stilled my hands and held her close for a moment. “You’ve been dreaming about me, Isla? Naughty, naughty.” I was smirking now. “Do tell.”

“Mm, mm, no way,” she said and then gasped as I gently bit her shoulder. “Not fair.”

“Just wait,” I murmured.

Bunching up her nightgown, I let my hands slide under and grasp the bare skin of her breasts, squeezing tightly. A breathy moan answered that touch. I focused on building that pleasure as slow as possible, drawing it out with each stroke of my fingers until Isla was writhing.

“Kai, oh Kai, oh, mmm. Shit, yes. Yes!” Her voice was so sexy, I could feel myself getting hard and I let one hand trace down along her stomach until I slipped it into her panties. “Ooh, ah, yes!”

Maneuvering her a little higher against me, glad Isla was so petite, I took her free breast into my mouth as my fingers curled into her warmth.

She was becoming incoherent, quivering and moving against me. In my arms like this, I could feel every spasm of pleasure and I was now rock-hard.

Finally, I had to look up to watch her. Her head had fallen over my arm and her eyes were closed, lips forming an O as I quickened the pace.

“Oh, oh, oh! Kai! Oh, Kai, yes! Ah!” Isla cried out as she came under my touch. Her body was still shuddering from the intense pleasure, and a groan escaped watching her. Hungry for more, it was hard to restrain myself, but I cradled her against me as she caught her breath.

After a minute or so, Isla’s eyes fluttered open and she smiled at me. Suddenly I felt her hand slip down into my boxers and her fingers were teasing along my throbbing length. A hiss of air went between my teeth and I tried to grab at her, but Isla was too quick.

Getting on her knees, she smirked at me as she rolled down my shorts and boxers. I stared at her as she grabbed my shaft and said, “Your turn.”

My hands shot out to grip the bedframe as Isla took me into her mouth. Breathing hard, I watched as her head bobbed up and down. The satisfaction built so rapidly in intensity, I had to shut my eyes and bite back a groan. Under Isla’s touch, I was gone.

All too soon, she had me at that peak pleasure point and a deep groan pushed from me.

When the stars had stopped exploding in front of my eyes, I saw Isla sitting back and looking pleased with herself. Her camisole was hanging off her shoulders and her hair was messy. Between that disheveled, sexy look and the one on her face, I could feel myself already getting hard again.

“Need a breather?” she teased.

“Hell no. But, damn if you’re not good at that,” I said.

Pulling her closer, I tugged her silk camisole off and tossed it. Now Isla was only in her panties and sitting in front of me on my bed. A shudder went through me and my fingers gripped her harder, as though afraid she’d vanish. Looking her over, I suddenly noticed the tattoo on her hip. It was a compass with writing in a circle around it.

“What’s this?” I asked, then I read aloud. “Count your blessings.”

“It’s a reminder,” Isla said and I looked at her. She was rising on her knees a little so that we were at face-level. Her hands fluttered up my arms to my shoulders and gripped me.

“Good reminder. I’m swimming in blessings right now,” I said, leaning in to taste the sweetness of her skin again. I loved how Isla melted in my hands when I kissed her neck.

Then, working my way down as Isla rose up higher on her knees, I took one breast into my mouth and the other in my hand. Tongue and fingers massaged her relentlessly as the hunger in me was too much to draw it out too long.

After I’d switched, leaving Isla a puddle of pants, I slowly began to move lower. Her hands roamed and explored across my upper back. I groaned as her fingers traced the lines of my muscles. And when I looked up at her, she was biting her lips and tossing her head, eyes squeezed shut. 

Leaning back in, I first kissed her ribs, then her navel and then her tattoo. Moving lower and lower in deliberate fashion – toying with her and distracting her – I didn’t stop until I was directly under her warmth.

Slipping her panties to the side, I gripped her thighs and pulled her down so I could taste.

Isla hadn’t been paying attention and cried out as my tongue laved her. Her body instantly began to shake with pleasure. Then she was squirming and writhing, tremors erupting through her. Soon I could hear her gasping for breath and sense her tensing up.

Finally, she cried out again, calling my name as she shattered.

Sitting up, I lifted her into my lap and Isla’s legs wrapped around my waist. Her breathing was still shallow and rapid. “That was – that was…” Isla shook her head. “Wow.”

“Oh, we’re just getting started,” I murmured. “Now, you catch your breath.”