4. Isla

isla

. . .

Sam and I spend the next two hours in near silence, save for the occasional giggle from me or gasp from him when we get to various chapters. I wouldn't necessarily call this a date, but it's absolutely the best date I've ever been on.

Though I love the story I'm reading, my heart has been racing since he kissed me. He's the perfect man, practically fictional. I'm in my own head about all of this, wondering if this is just one night or whether it could be more. Fuck, I want it to be more. I don't know anything about him, other than the fact that he loves to read, but there's something about him that I'm drawn to and can't ignore.

I'm in the last couple of chapters of my book, hoping the author wrote her trademark anal in the epilogue. Unfortunately, it ends sweet and romantic, but the next book promises a red-flag billionaire. Based on the reviews, it's a bit hotter than the last, so I download it onto my device, excited for a bit more spice.

I start the prologue, but my eyes fly up when Sam yawns. Sadly, our little bookish night of debauchery has come to an end. "If you need to be up early for work, I can?—"

"Stay."

"You're yawning," I chuckle. "I'll just?—"

He doesn't look up from his device, placing a hand on my thigh. "Stay the night."

My laughter ceases, my pussy a little too excited at the prospect of spending the night with him. Down, kitty.

"If you want to. I'd like you to. I promise to be on my best behaviour."

I swallow hard and reply, "Okay." My voice is barely a whisper, and I hate how meek I sound.

"But I can't guarantee I won't kiss you, again," he teases, a little dimple appearing on his cheek. "We have at least thirty-eight to go."

"Is that all?" I joke back, but his smile fades. "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that."

"I hope you did. I didn't say where I wanted to kiss you, love."

"Where?" My voice stuck in my throat, I clarify, "Where do you want to kiss me?" I know the answer, or at least I hope I do.

He doesn't reply, instead pulling me onto his lap to straddle him. My ereader falls to the floor, but neither of us look to see where it has landed. His hands slide up my thighs, lighting me up inside like fucking fireworks. It's been so long since a man has touched me, I swear I could come from him caressing my legs. He grips my ass and pulls me closer until his hard cock is pressed against me.

"You didn't answer my question," I whimper, my heart racing in anticipation.

Sam slowly slips his hands under my shirt, swiping his thumb across my bare skin. "Wherever you'll let me." I pull the borrowed shirt over my head and toss it to the ground. "Fuck, Isla." His words are breathless as he pushes my hair off my shoulders and leans forward, kissing my neck.

Reaching behind me, I unclasp my bra and drag the straps down my arms, throwing it aside to join the discarded shirt. He trails kisses up to my jaw, then captures my mouth with his in a searing kiss I feel all the way to my toes. While it's been forever since I've had sex, something tells me this isn't going to be easy to walk away from.

I cup his face with my hands, kissing him back harder, loving the scratch of his stubble against my palms. He's unlike any other man I've been with, taking his time exploring my mouth, teasing the hell out of me. I don't remember the last time I came from a man going down on me, but with a tongue like his, I definitely want him to try.

Sam lays me down on the couch, settling himself between my legs, and groans, "I promised I'd behave myself. Say the word, and I'll break that promise right fucking now."

"I'm topless. Why would I want you to keep your promise?"

He traces his fingers up my side, grazing my breast along the way, until he's cupping my neck, and resting his forehead on mine. "You told me it's been a while since you've been with anyone. I don't take that lightly."

I want this, I want him. I tilt my chin up and kiss him, giving him the confirmation he needs.

The room is a little cold since I'm missing half my clothes, making small goosebumps rise on my arms and a shiver cascades down my body. Sam notices without me saying a word. "Fuck, I'm a selfish arse. You're freezing."

He kisses down my body, swirling his tongue around a nipple twice before giving his attention to the other. I close my eyes, savoring every lick, but in an instant, he pulls back and lifts me bridal-style off the couch.

"What are you doing?" I squeak, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Getting you warm." He leads us into his bedroom and sets me on the bed, pulling back the covers to allow me to slip under them. "If you're going to shiver, I want it to be from my cock or my mouth, not the bloody thermostat." Sliding into bed with me, he pulls me close, both of us lying on our sides… but he doesn't kiss me. "When was the last time you came?"

"What?" I laugh nervously.

"You said you haven't been with anyone, so when was the last time you touched yourself?"

I think for a moment. Jodi has been at Travis' place the past two nights, but I went to bed early. Before that? "A week, maybe two? I'm not sure."

He grips my ass and flings my leg over his hip. "How many times did you come?"

"Once, I think. I don't know."

"What do you say we shoot for five?"

"Five?" I yelp, then repeat in a whisper, "Five? There's no way. I've never." Shaking my head, I insist, "Three, tops."

"Five. Seven if you count the morning."

"A bit too confident, don't you think?"

His fingers rake down my back, and he slips his hand into my pants, then shifts to the front, cupping my pussy. I suck in a breath, and he finally replies, "A little."

Kissing me softly, he teases my pussy, forcing a moan from me. As he drags his fingers up, he circling my clit with firm pressure, the same pace he's kissing me. My breath is already unsteady, but the instant he slips a finger inside me, I'm left absolutely breathless. I break our kiss as I attempt to steady my racing heart, yet his lips never leave my body. He peppers kisses down to my neck, nipping at the sensitive flesh below my ear. He makes me feel worshiped and adored—nothing I ever experienced with Jeff or any other man.

Sam whispers against my skin, "Nothing happens tonight that you don't want to; tell me to stop, and I will. Otherwise, I intend to taste every inch of you before the sun rises." Rolling me onto my back, he does exactly as promised, his soft lips moving lower to my breasts. He takes my nipples between his teeth, licking around each one. Leaving them wet, he blows on them, making me arch my back. "You're fucking delicious, Isla."

Sliding further under the covers, Sam slowly drags down my panties and pajama pants, then spreads my legs wide. I can't see him, and the anticipation is killing me. My heart leaps into my throat, and my stomach drops as his tongue dives into my pussy. He chuckles as my hips buck against his mouth.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!"

Sam grazes his teeth against my clit before pulling the covers down around his shoulders. He kisses my stomach and growls, "Never apologize."

"Sorry," I wince. "I mean… thank you?"

"Better." His lips still pressed to my stomach, he laughs. "Fuck, you're adorable."

"Adorable? That's not exactly a compli—" The covers are thrown back over his head, and in an instant, his mouth is on my clit as he drives two fingers inside me. "Sam!"

His muffled chuckles only intensify his delicious torture. I grip the sheets as I lean into him, my head pushing further into the pillow. He curls his fingers, pressing them further. I'm already close, if he keeps doing exactly what he's doing, this may be the first time I've come from a man going down on me… ever. Teetering on the edge, I'm moments from falling apart when he sucks hard on my clit, making me cry out. My whole body feels as if it's on fire, my vision blurring as my pussy clenches around his fingers. He doesn't let up as the most intense orgasm I've had in my life washes over me. I'm beginning to wonder if I've ever had an actual orgasm before, even by myself—it's never been like this.

I unclench my fists from the sheets and cover my eyes with one of my arms. "Oh, fuck," the only words that pass my lips as I steady my breath.

Sam slows his pace, pressing a single kiss to my clit before asking, "When was the last time you were properly fucked?"

"I, um, I don't know." After tonight, I honestly don't know if I ever have been.

"The next time you answer that question, I want you to think of my cock buried inside you or my face between your legs." Keeping his fingers inside me, he kisses up my body until he reaches my lips, pulling my arm from my face. Admittedly, my kisses are lazy, I feel drunk even though I've only had one gin and tonic in the last few hours. "You need to rest, angel." He sits back, pulling his fingers from me and bringing them to his lips, sucking them clean; I already miss him touching me. Sitting back on his heels, he takes off his shirt. "After I make you come again."