Free Even Odds by Elia Winters Page B

quite fit her entire breast in his palm, and he squeezed them gently before focusing on the nipples, rubbing his thumbs over the tips, then pinching them between his fingers. Sparks of light flashed behind her eyes and she arched up into his hands, too breathless even to moan. She dug her fingernails into his back to encourage him onward.
    Caleb began kissing her neck then, down to her collarbone, which he’d figured out was sensitive to his teasing bites. Isabel could barely keep her head about her, wanting to feel his mouth all over her body. If he wanted her to ask, she’d ask. “Please suck on me.”
    â€œWhere?” He had his head between her breasts now, his tongue tracing the valley there, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin.
    â€œMy nipples,” she whispered.
    He didn’t need to be told twice, and his mouth slid down over her breast, finding and latching on to the peak. He sucked hard, and she dug her fingers into his hair, the pleasure so focused and intense that she couldn’t think of anything else. Oh fuck, this was incredible. He switched to the other breast, and his fingers tweaked the nipple he’d just left. Isabel couldn’t seem to stop squirming beneath his touch.
    He dipped his tongue into her navel, smiling when she arched up against his mouth, her body moving on its own to seek more sensation. “Do you want me to undress you?”
    â€œYou’re still . . .” She gestured to the fact that he was still half-clothed, too. “It’s not fair to you if I just lie here.”
    â€œWe’ll get to me soon. I like watching you. So do you want me to take your jeans off?”
    Isabel nodded, wetting her lips with her tongue. When he paused, she spoke up right away. “ Please take them off.” Caleb undid the fastenings and began to draw her jeans down, grabbing her underwear, too, to slide everything off. Before she could protest or try for some very misplaced modesty, he’d completely undressed her and tossed her clothing aside. Her immediate desire was to cover herself, but before she could do so, he knelt between her thighs and pushed her legs apart. She closed her eyes, feeling the heat of his stare, not sure whether the pounding of her heart was embarrassment or excitement. Then she felt him parting her folds, and she gasped, eyes flying open as his fingers found her clit. He hadn’t made her ask, hadn’t warned her at all, just began rubbing her steadily back and forth. She grabbed at the bedsheets, overwhelmed, arching up toward his hand.
    â€œDo you like it when I touch you like this?” His voice was somehow calm, composed, even though Isabel felt like she was about to fall apart and begin begging.
    â€œYes, oh god, yes.” She flopped back, her head hitting the pile of pillows. She couldn’t lie back like this; the mountain of pillows kept her propped up so she couldn’t help but watch him as he touched her. And she didn’t mind that one bit.
    He slid one finger into her pussy, and she clenched reflexively as he began stroking in and out. His thumb made lazy circles around her clit with each pass. Each stroke made her fall apart even more. She gripped the bedsheet, wishing she could talk or moan or something instead of just panting silently, unable to speak. When he added a second finger, opening her up even more, her body began to throb. She wanted more, wanted to feel him inside her, that delicious burning fullness, but couldn’t find words to express what she wanted.
    Realizing she had closed her eyes, she opened them again, and saw Caleb’s gaze fixed on her face with an intensity that made her blush. Sliding his fingers from her body, he brought them to his mouth and sucked her juices from his skin. Isabel felt a tremor run through her at the sight.
    That was nothing, though, compared to the sight of him sliding down the bed and pressing his mouth to the soft skin