Slowly I shake my head, reaching for him, curling my fingers around the base of his erection and giving him a firm squeeze. Swear to God, his eyes roll back in his head. “I definitely won’t bail on you after this.”

“Thank Christ,” he says, his shoulders sagging with relief as I carefully guide him inside of my body.

He turns his focus to the job at hand, sinking into me inch by inch until he’s filling me completely. My body stretches, there’s a slight sting because it’s been a while since I’ve done this, and I wince, shifting my hips to get more comfortable. This enables him to sink even farther inside of my body, making us both moan.

I go completely still, concentrating on his throbbing erection filling me up. He’s big. Bigger than Joe. And here I go again, comparing when I shouldn’t. But I can’t help it. Joe is all I have to compare anyone to.

“You feel so good,” Isaac whispers before he dips his head, his mouth on mine for a lush, tongue filled kiss. “Be patient with me.”

“What do you mean?” I ask as I run little kisses along his jaw, the stubble there tickling my lips.

“If I move too fast, I’m gonna blow. It’s been a while. And you feel fucking amazing,” he admits.

Is he implying I could possibly make him lose complete control?

Wow. That’s a first.

“We have all night,” I whisper, rearing up to press my mouth to his. “I have three more condoms in my drawer.”

He smiles. “I like the way you think.”

There’s no more talking. He moves within my body, slowly at first, both of us seeming to test each other out until we find a rhythm. We shift against each other, the natural push and pull taking over, until he’s sliding in and out of my body at a steady pace. I lift my hips, curling my legs around his and keeping our torsos pressed together, and a groan escapes him when I work my body on his cock.

Oh. That feels so good. I love the slip and slide of him entering and retreating from my body. And he’s moving just fast enough that I can concentrate on the delicious drag of his erection within me. He’s in no hurry, and neither am I.

Oops, spoke too soon. He’s suddenly in a spectacular hurry, his body making quick work of it as he strains to get there. I realize I’m straining too. I’m close. And usually I’m never close. I don’t have orgasms via regular intercourse. I need other stimulation. Fingers. Lips and tongue. The infamous G-spot is nonexistent, if you ask me.

But somehow, every time he plunges deep, he nudges something inside that’s leaving me breathless. I arch into him, my head thrown back, my eyes closed tight as I concentrate on that feeling. I chase after it, my chest growing tighter, a tingling starting in my lower body. I’m panting. Moaning. Oh God, I’m loud. Louder than I’ve ever been. He’s pushing me closer and closer to that edge and I hang there for one long, blissful moment. Thoughtless. Weightless. Breathless.