“So we’re not having sex?” Flynn asked.

Izzy punched him.

“So that’s a no?”

Angry, she rolled over facing him.  “Why do you bait me like that?”

“Me bait you? I was minding my own business when you asked me what would happen if we had sex tonight.”

“Okay, you’ve got me there.”

He smiled, his white teeth glowing in the dimness of the room. “It’s not where I’d like to have you.”

Izzy stepped over her self-imposed line.  Knowingly. Willingly.  In a court of law she could not claim coercion. “Tell me where you’d like to have me?”

He scooted toward her.  Barely a foot separated them now.  “Are you sure?”

Swallowing hard, she nodded.

“On one condition,” Flynn said.

“What’s that?”

“You take off your panties and shirt.”

“Okay,” she whispered.  The sharp intake of his breath when she agreed, stirred her blood.  Arching, Izzy pulled the shirt over her head.  Her nipples were already stiffly aroused.  Turning to face him, she caught her breath at the hunger in his blazing eyes.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.”

Warmth spread through her at his praise. When she lifted her bottom to slide her panties off, she watched his jaw tighten.  Laughing, she sling-shotted them across the room.

Flynn’s gaze slowly trailed up from her smooth mound to her belly, over her breasts to her lips, then her eyes.  “You’re not getting those back.”

“I have more.”

Moving toward her, he lowered his head to her belly, not touching her but close enough that she felt his body heat.  As he moved lower, Izzy parted her legs just enough to give him a peek.  She was a wanton.  So what?

“You smell good enough to eat, Isa,” he breathed, his hot breath teasing her mound.

She squirmed, the movement catching the edge of his chin.  Izzy groaned at the contact.  Flynn moved back and on his side, with his hand holding up his head, and said, “If I could touch you, Isa, first I’d slide my fingers through your hair.  It’s so soft.  I love the feel of it against my skin.”

Izzy slowly ran her fingers through her hair like he described.  “Like this?”

“Yes.  Then I’d trail my fingertips across your brows, then your eyelids, over your nose to those lush pink lips I could kiss all night long.”

She trailed her fingertip along her brows, then her eyelids to her nose and down along her parted lips.  “Like that?”

“Just like that.”

“Then what would you do?”

“Lower my lips to yours, slide my tongue into you, taste you.”

Sliding her tongue along her bottom lip, then her top lip, parting her lips, begging for his.  “Like that?” she breathed.

“Yes, just like that.”

“I like it when you kiss me,” she admitted.

“I like kissing you, too.”

Izzy’s eyes closed as she imagined Flynn moving over her and kissing her deeply.

“As I was kissing you, my hands would gently stroke your breasts, tugging at your nipples, making them hard. Making you arch and beg me to suck them.”

Izzy’s hands slid up to her breasts, cupping their heavy firmness.  Her back lifted off the mattress when she pinched her nipples, eliciting a low moan from her and from Flynn.  “Like this?”

“Yes, baby, just like that, I’d squeeze and lick and suck those beautiful tits of yours until you cried for me to stop.”

“I’d never want you to stop,” she rasped.

“My mouth is sliding down to the dip in your belly, your pussy is dying for me to give it some attention. “

Imagining him doing just that, Izzy’s hips rose as her hands slid down her belly.

“When my lips lock on your clit, you can’t stand the pleasure of it.  You cry out, begging me to suck you harder.”

Izzy made a small animal sound of pleasure at his words.  Her fingers swept to her clitoris.  In a slow swirl she touched it, biting her lip as shards of delight riveted through her.

“Flynn,” she breathed, “like this?”

“Yes, baby, just like that.”  His breath brushed along her belly and the top of her hand.  “Spread your thighs, I want to look at you.”

Swallowing, Izzy parted her thighs, and as she did, her fingers slid down her slick cleft.

“You are so wet and pink. I want to kiss you there. Lick you, suck you, slide my fingers deep into you.”

Arching again, Izzy slid a finger into herself. Her body clenched around her. “I wish it was you,” she gasped, slowly moving it in and out as her other hand rubbed her swollen clitoris. There was something insanely erotic and intimate, knowing as she gave herself pleasure she was giving him pleasure, too.  In many ways, baring herself this way was more intimate than intercourse.  If only he would do the same…

Opening her eyes, she caught Flynn’s fiery gaze.  By his movement, she knew he was stroking himself.  Unable not to look, her gaze dropped. His big hand was wrapped around his thick erection.  The veins of his hand were as pronounced as the thick veins of his penis.  Heat sluiced through her veins like quicksilver.  “That’s so hot.”

“You make me this way, baby.  I can’t look at you without getting hard.”

Biting her bottom lip, Izzy pushed back into her pillow and stroked herself faster.  Her eyes locked with Flynn’s. A thin sheen of perspiration glistened on his forehead as his hand moved faster.  Izzy’s kept pace with his. The air became heavy, her breathing labored as frissons of desire built within her.

“Scream my name when you come, Isa,” he commanded softly.

“I’m coming,” she gasped and closed her eyes.

“Open your eyes, baby.  I want to see you come.”

Izzy opened her eyes. Flynn bit his lip, sucking in a deep breath.  “Fuck, I’m there.”  His body tightened and Izzy couldn’t help it, she looked down and watched his big beautiful cock erupt in his hand.  The muscles in his arms and neck corded as semen poured from him.  “Isa,” he said roughly. “Damn you.”

His words pushed her over the brink.  Pushing back into the mattress, her body exploded from the inside out. “Flynn!” she screamed as the tension shot through her. Oh, God that felt so good. Wildly her body gyrated as she came in an outrageous, wanton, uninhibited flourish.

Fighting for breath, her body twitched as residual shock waves shimmered through her.  The storm that raged outside didn’t compare to the one that raged in her heart. Her hand twitched at her side. When Flynn’s big warm one grasped it, she caught herself from rolling over to him.

“I can’t believe I just did that,” she said, breathless, gulping for air.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yes.” Turning to him she asked,  “Are you?”

He smiled and said, “I’ll let you know in a minute.”

He reached with his right hand to the box of tissues on the nightstand and cleaned himself up.  Then he pulled her into his arms.  When she resisted, he said, “I think we’ve gone a little past your conditions, Pink.”

Lifting up to look at him, she flashed him a sheepish grin.  “That’s not what I’m worried about.”  His dark brows rose in question. She elaborated. “I like it when you touch me.  Too much.”

His full lips twitched.  “I like touching you more than I ever thought I’d like touching a woman.  So we’re even.”  He pulled her against him.

This time she snuggled against his warmth.  Running her fingertips through the dark hair of his chest she said, “This doesn’t mean we can have sex.”

“Explain what just happened?”

“I don’t know, but it wasn’t sex per se.”

“I came, you came, that’s sex.”  He rolled over onto her, his warm naked body making all kinds of suggestions to her very much aware body.  “Have you ever done that with a guy?”

“Masturbate with him?”

“Yeah.”

“No!”  Her eyes narrowed.  “Have you?”

He grinned.  “No, I’ve never masturbated with a guy.”

“With a woman!”

“No.”

Izzy smiled.  “Correct answer.”  Then she asked, “How many women have you had sex with in this bed?”