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  “Lydia,” I beg, and she takes me impossibly deeper, her tongue hot and quick around my cock.

  She moves her mouth up and down, with a glide that’s long and slow, and I feel the build-up that makes my vision go hazy and my knees buckle. I grab her face, tilt her head back so I can see her expression, and wind up staring into eyes wild and hot with passion. The clear fact that she loves sucking me off as much as I love her mouth on me drives me crazy. I let go, coming so hard, I slump against the wall, gasping for breath, her still-eager mouth sending shocks of passion through me.

  I reach down and pull her up toward me, and she gives me a smile. “You’re welcome.”

  “Oh, I didn’t thank you yet,” I say as I kiss her then turn her around so she’s pressed to the wall. I run my hands over her, not sure where to start, not sure what to do with so much sexiness.

  She pushes me back. “You don’t have to. I mean, you already came, I already came. Not really fair for me to get to twice, right?” Her dark eyes lock on my face and wait for a response.

  “Once is enough for you?” I ask. I love how she ducks her face so I won’t catch her smile. I take both her wrists in my hands and press them up over her head. “Because once isn’t nearly enough for me, Lydia.”

  Her head jerks up and she licks her lips like she’s nervous. “Once wasn’t enough?” she repeats dizzily.

  I grin. “My desire for you is insatiable.”

  She gasps when I pull up on her wrists. She bends her back and I curve into her, lowering my mouth over hers so I claim her with my teeth, my tongue, my lips. I know she wants me to let her hands go. I know she wants to touch me. Unfortunately for her, I love keeping her pinned so I can move as slowly as I need to.

  “Isaac, now,” she demands.

  I chuckle and lick at her mouth, pulling back when she tries to get more from me. “What is this impatience about, Lydia? We have all night. We can take as long as we like.”

  Her eyes pierce me. “You want to stay the night?”

  I loosen my hold on her wrists, because I love the chase—unless she’s not happy with me running after her.

  “I want you to want me here. I want you to beg me to stay.” I run my hands down her arms as she lowers them.

  “And if I don’t beg you?” she asks, her voice a whisper.

  “Then I’ll beg you.” I’m not proud when it comes to her. I’ve never been afraid to go after what I wanted, and I’ve never wanted anything more than I want Lydia Rodriguez. “Let me stay here tonight. Let me be with you. All night. Let me make you come over and over.”

  That lip, caught tight between her teeth, is all I can focus on. Then she drops it and says one word. The only one that matters.

  “Yes.”

  14 LYDIA

  Isaac grabs me hard by one wrist and yanks me to him. His eyes are starved, almost dangerously so. He scoops me off my feet, his tongue and lips tangling with mine as he marches down the hall and kicks the door to my bedroom open. He throws me down on the bed and I bounce on the mattress. Before I can scramble away, he leaps on top of me, his strong, lean arms trapping me, his powerful thighs boxing my hips.

  I tilt my head back and he kisses down one side of my neck and back up the other. He jerks his hips against my body, and I can feel him hardening again.

  I close my eyes and drum my heels on the mattress.

  “What is it?” he asks, his voice a husky whisper.

  “You.” I reach a hand down, like I have to touch it to believe it. And, holy crap, I’m completely right. Rock hard.

  Oh my holy…

  “Of course I’m hard. You’re lying naked under me.” He presses his hips against mine and I gasp at how much harder he is than he was just a few seconds ago. “But I don’t want you to worry. I know I came quickly before, but I promise I’ll take my time now.”

  He runs a hand down my body and slides his leg between mine. The strong width of his thigh fits between the smoothness of mine, and I rub against the crisp hair and bunched muscles. It’s strange what a turn-on it is to slide the softest part of myself against this hard, rough part of him.

  “Do you like this?” I ask as I rock my body against his.

  “Having you rub your pussy on me?” he asks, his grin impish and take-my-breath-away handsome all at once.

  He’s so damn gorgeous, I feel overwhelmed by it, by him, but how incredibly turned on I feel just being in his arms and looking into his eyes. I grab his face in my hands and press my mouth to his through my deep, extreme blush.

  I’ve never been huge on dirty talk, but the way his angel mouth says those naughty things makes heat ripple through me. “Yes,” I say when I pull back from his lips and rub harder, locking my eyes with his. “My…pussy…on you feels so good.”

  “Is that not the word you want to use?” he asks, running his hands down my back. He grabs my ass with sure fingers and jerks me against him so our bodies are pressed together with more force, my legs opening so wide, the muscles sting as they stretch. I bite my lip and roll against him.

  I guess we both like this. A lot.

  “I don’t really use any word for it,” I confess as his fingers squeeze my ass and his mouth nuzzles my neck. He licks long, slow lines up to my jaw and chuckles close to my ear.

  “No word for it?” He moves his hands between my legs and slides his fingers with a deep, quick stroke, no preamble, no preparation. I’m so slick and open, the feel of his fingers in me so fast doesn’t even shock me; it just half fills the need that’s welled up high and crazy in me. “There are some words my friends used for it in Spain. Would one of those be better?”

  I gasp as he slides his fingers in and out, rubbing my clit with his thumb in quick, jerky rhythm that lets me know he’s losing control as fast as I am. “My brothers know every dirty word from my uncles in Mexico. I’ve heard them all,” I admit in a rush.

  “So if I say I love how tight and wet your coño is, you’ll blush?” he teases, kissing me through his laugh when I turn red. “I love the way your skin looks when you blush. So maybe I’ll tell you I want to feel your chumino getting hot and slick around my carajo.” He moves his fingers faster. “That’s it. I didn’t think you could get wetter than you were, but, as usual, you proved me wrong again. I never know with you. Tell me your chiral is ready for me.”

  I’m caught between being mortified and completely, unbelievably turned on. I don’t know all the words he’s using, but it’s clear what they mean. I’m used to some crazy things in sex: toys, lubricant, role play…but I’ve never done anything as basic as name my own…

  I take a deep, slow breath and gather every ounce of my courage. Which is hilarious. I’ve always prided myself on being a feminist. Open-minded. Brave. And I was, as long as I was in control. Now that someone else is redefining the boundaries, this feels like a total freefall.

  My voice shakes. “I want your cock in my pussy, Isaac. And I want it now,” I say.

  The joking smile falls off his face. His mouth tightens and his hand knocks my knees apart, wide apart. He presses over me, hard and ready.

  “You want me now?” he asks, fitting his cock in place.

  I toss my head from side to side, the need so intense, there’s no room to think about a single thing other than him.

  All of him.

  Only him.

  “You. Now,” I beg. I tug on his hips, and he spreads my thighs wider with his hands and sinks in, slowly. I gasp and buck under him.

  “Shh.” He hushes me with smile so beautifully arrogant, I want to strain up and kiss it, but he presses me back down by my shoulders until I’ve sunk deep and relaxed into the mattress. “Slowly.”

  And, as if to demonstrate, he drives his dick in with one languid push that leaves me crying out and grabbing the sheets at my sides. “More,” I plead.

  He shakes his head, holding his position until I relax around him. His head drops loosely on his neck and he takes a long, slow breath. He pulls back out, and I look down t
o see his cock shiny, glistening with me. Every cell in my body shakes.

  He teases me, jutting his hips back and forth so he slides in just an inch or two, just the barest taste that’s killing me because I want it all.

  I want all of him.

  He pulls all the way out and the tip of his cock rolls over my clit, rubbing past my lips and pressing against the wet, beaded peak with softly agonizing pressure. He shifts his weight to his knees and takes his cock in his hand, guiding it so it dips and rubs over the sensitized skin.

  “Like this?” he asks, his jaw clenched tight.

  I rock my hips from side to side, and he slides against me in a whole new way, making things deep and low inside me flutter and surge. I feel at the brink, I feel on the edge—

  Just before I’m about to come, he pulls back, panting. For a few seconds, his body is suspended over mine, but he isn’t moving any closer to me. It’s like he’s trying to catch his breath. He opens his eyes suddenly and drives back in, this time hard and fast enough that it jerks my limbs and makes me arch and moan. I pulse against him, driving the pace to something frantic. He gives in, his long, lean body slamming against mine in a heady, animalistic rhythm that I never want to end.

  But he pulls back, out, his dick still rock hard and glistening. He sits back on his knees and looks at me, panting.

  “You’re not going to come yet,” he accuses, eyes narrowed.

  I sit up on an elbow and give him my best come-hither smile. “I did come already. Like I told you, sometimes it’s hard for me. It’s fine. Totally my problem. I loved what we were just doing. I want that. Lots of that. Please come back and stick your cock in me again, and let’s go at it hard.”

  And I want it like that. I want to stop thinking and just feel the sleek, strong ride his body will take me on if we let go of everything holding us back.

  He frowns and crosses his arms over his chest. I can’t help smiling, because he looks like a spoiled prince, upset that things aren’t going the way he planned. I scoot over to the center of the bed and sit all the way up, positioning my body against his. He looks me over like I’ve given him some new, exciting idea.

  “You’ve tried it different ways, right?” he asks, so damn sure of himself and this stubborn need to make me orgasm with him inside me whether I tell him I can or can’t.

  It’s barbaric and insulting and the biggest turn-on of my life all at once.

  “Are you asking if I’ve ever been on top?” I giggle. “Do you really want to know about what I’ve done?”

  “Of course,” he says through gritted teeth. “I want to know everything so I know what we can try differently. And, trust me, I’m not jealous that men have been with you before me. But—make no mistake about it—I’m the last man who will ever be inside you. Those idiots had their chance and blew it, and I salute every one of the assholes.”

  “I—”

  I’m about to disagree, but I’m not sure how much of this is a game to get me where I need to be and how much is what Isaac actually feels about me and us. So I make the decision to play along for now.

  I raise my eyebrow at him, warning him that if he really wants to know, I’ll fill him in. I’m pretty sure he’s not going to like all the details.

  “Okay. I’ve gone through the entire Kama Sutra—I dated a yogi once. I have a pretty crazy collection of role-play clothes, and they go way beyond a nurse’s uniform and a sexy teacher. I’m a high level frequent buyer list for Adam and Eve that’s so exclusive, I’m in the first group of people emailed for any sale, especially of their high end toys. So, yeah, I have experience.”

  Isaac looks at me, his face an unreadable blank, before he shakes his head. “You have experience going through the motions. Dressing the part, getting in the position, using the tools. But you never gave yourself over.” He reaches one huge, rough hand out and cups my face, his eyes soft, his mouth hungry. “I don’t want disguises. I don’t want you to stand on your damn head or use expensive toys. I want you to give yourself. Like you’ve never done before. I want you to open up and let me have it all. Even if it scares the shit out of you. I promise, you give yourself over to me and you will not regret it.”

  I roll my eyes. He’s sexy, but he’s pushing his luck. I love that he wants me to feel things I haven’t before, but he’s being patronizing. I don’t like that.

  “Trust me, Isaac, I gave myself. Many times. I did.” It’s supposed to sound like I’m in control. So why does it sound like I’m trying to convince him?

  He sits up on his knees. “Come here.” His voice is soft, but his words are clearly an order.

  “Here?” I ask, straddling his thighs.

  “Yes.” He puts his arms around my waist, and pulls me up, tight to him, so his cock is fitted against me. “Do you want me to fuck you?” His eyes are hot, his voice low.

  “Yes,” I say, my teeth chattering from my on-edge nerves.

  He shakes his head. “Too damn bad. I want you to fuck me.”

  I press my hands to his chest and laugh. “And is this supposed to teach me some lesson?” I ask.

  He stares at me.

  “Fine,” I say. I reach one hand down and fit his head against me, lowering myself slowly over his cock. I close my eyes and gasp as he stretches me wide. “Okay,” I gasp as I rock against him, slowly.

  “Open your eyes,” he commands.

  I don’t want to, but I do. He holds my hips still, so he’s deep inside me, but he isn’t moving at all. His hands cup my face and he pulls me close, kissing me deeply. I move very slightly, just enough to adjust so our mouths can meet, but it ignites sensations all along where he’s buried inside of me. His tongue licks at my mouth, and I think about the way his body and mine fit together.

  I rock up and the slow, hot suction makes us both gasp. I pull back and watch as I slide back down on top of him. As I’m going down, Isaac puts a hand on the small of my back and tilts me slightly. He guides me back up off of him by my hips and bends me again, this time slightly forward. When his dick presses up into me this time, I feel like every nerve in my body is on fire and electrified at once.

  “More?” I beg.

  He shifts his body and it drives him deeper into me. I fall against his chest, rocking hard and steady on top of him as his hands tug at my breasts, his fingers squeeze at my nipples, his mouth sucks and licks along my neck.

  “Lydia, you’re so damn beautiful. I love the way you smell.” He breathes deep and nuzzles my neck. “I love your tight little pussy.” He chuckles at my gasp and presses deeper into me. “I’ve been wondering how it would feel to have your mouth suck my cock for weeks now. I loved imagining what it would be like to have your tongue licking my dick.” I start to tremble, and he licks and kisses against my lips, pulling away only to whisper more naughty, sexy words that drive me insane. “I loved how deep you took me into your mouth, corazón, and how you looked up at me like you loved bringing me pleasure.” His hands ride up along my back, and mine clutch at him as I drive up and down harder, rocking back and forth against him until I start to unravel. “That’s how I felt when I was licking you and sucking at your clit. And that’s what I want to feel now, when I look at you.” He takes my face in his hands and I look at him, at this beautiful, powerful man who wants me, all of me, exactly the way I am. He speaks slowly, letting me hear every word clearly. “I want you to come so hard on my cock that you soak us both. Can you do that? Can you come on me?”

  I want to.

  I realize I’ve pleased my partners before to show off, to let them see just how sexy I was, just how desirable I could be. It was a power play, pure and simple.

  This time, with Isaac, there is no ego. I do what I hope he’ll love because I want to please him. And I know his only interest is pleasing me.

  Is that what love is?

  Is it the end of ego? Is it finding pleasure in someone else’s happiness? Is it leaping into your biggest fear in the hopes that it will make you brave enough to deserve the
one person you cannot let down?

  I’m not sure. I don’t know. All I can tell for certain is that I’ve never once felt the way I do right now. I’ve never once felt so loved. So brave. So determined to give back this gift I was never expecting.

  I’m not brave enough for words yet, because they’re too raw, all dipped in truth and hanging in the air, never to be unsaid once they’re uttered.

  But actions, I can do. I can drive against this beautiful man’s body until my cries are loud and sharp. Until my muscles tense and then relax with such a lurch it’s painful. Until the deep groans from his mouth explode something primal in me and I’m gyrating hard, my own body blooming, bursting, gushing a hot, wet flow of elemental need wreathed around my gasps and sobs.

  I come harder than I ever imagined possible, my hair stuck to the sheen of sweat on my neck and shoulders, my body sagged against Isaac’s, my breath ragged and gasping.

  We topple over, both of us winded and sweat-coated.

  He looks at me, his eyes clear and full of beautiful arrogance. “That’s a good girl,” he says, giving me a quick slap on the ass.

  My immediate flash of fury is replaced by a deep, loud laugh. Soon we’re both hysterical, rolling around the bed in each other’s arms, and I have never wanted to lock a moment away forever more than I do this single, perfect one.

  15 LYDIA

  “I know very little about Yom Kippur,” Isaac says, running his fingers up and down the length of my back slowly. We had sex once more, got a snack from the kitchen, and are now lying on our sides, face to face, talking about everything and anything that crosses our minds. “Deo seemed to be pretty upset about it. I assume he was just exaggerating?”

  This is strange. Richard never asked about my religion, and I was actually very comfortable with that. Despite a very heavy work schedule, I rarely miss synagogue. It’s my place to decompress, to feel small and cared for in a world where I usually have to be a huge, in-charge ogre beast, which isn’t easy. I get sapped of energy and overexposed, like a raw nerve. I can go to temple and let that all wash away. It’s my salve.