The Bride Who Wouldn't by Carol Marinelli Page A

was not yet used to need, but it was starting to fill her. His tongue swirled her nipple and her thighs tensed. There was nervous tension in her stomach that was familiar rather than pleasant as she struggled not to let go, but his hot breath on her breast, his moan as he suckled, the slight pain, the dizzy pleasure had her knees raise just a little and the tension in her thighs ramp up to delicious.
    He blew again and then lightly suckled. She wanted more, she wanted to ask for more but she bit her lip rather than request. “Isaak.” Still he suckled her slowly and then he took her deep in and sucked hard as a groan of ecstasy poured from her mouth.
    She wanted her hand to his head, she wanted to move him to the other breast but she said nothing.
    “Tell me what you want,” Isaak whispered but Kate lay, fighting her wishes and staying quiet.
    “Okay,” Isaak said to her silence between slow sucks. “I tell you what I want.” She looked down, surprised how long her nipple was as he stretched it with his lips and then released it. “I want to explore your lady garden…” he said it with a smile, and she laughed to hear words said with gentle passion rather than disgust.
    “I don’t know…” Kate started.
    “You don’t have to know,” Isaak said kneeling beside her. “Just feel.”
    He slid down the panties and she lay naked, exposed, her thighs clamped together, and her hand moved to cover her most private place as his mouth moved down to her stomach.
    Light kisses he placed there at first and then his hand came over hers.
    “Isaak,” she started, but it was not his fingers he slipped into the tight junction of her thighs, instead he pressed in hers.
    Her hand was rigid beneath his, the muscles in her stomach taut beneath his lips, but she did not halt him as he moved her fingers, and he took that as a good sign.
    Kate felt the forbidden, wet and oiled and slowly her hand relaxed as his guided hers, pressing into the nub over and over as his mouth made out with her stomach. Together they explored her entrance, clamped closed to both of them, and Isaak deliberately guided her from there and got back to the sweet bundle of nerves higher up, and as they came to silent agreement that there would be no attempt, he felt her stomach muscles loosen beneath his lips, and then she gave him her trust and removed her hand.
    Isaak wanted her legs open, but he would work with what he had. He wanted less of the lady and more of the woman, but he would bide his time. For now the fragrance of neroli, the slick of her lips beneath his fingers, and the swell of her clitoris were enough to invite his mouth down.
    Kate closed her eyes as his teeth tugged at the tiny curls but his fingers were so light and precise, and then came the wet of his tongue, probing, tasting, sucking. His mouth barely broke contact, but he climbed over her, straddling her calves. The moans from him, the feel of his tongue burrowing in as his hands cupped her buttocks, had Kate’s hips rising to him and her hands pressing into his head.
    Her thighs felt raw from the scratch of his stubbled jaw, and she parted her legs a fraction and then a fraction more, enough for Isaak to move one black jeaned leg between hers.
    Then another.
    Oh God!
    There was a brief return to an appalling memory, and her eyes shot open, but everything in the room remained as before, and the door remained closed on them. Kate looked down, but his eyes too were closed as he adored her with his mouth. His tongue kept the promise they had made not to enter, but he suckled her hot mound instead.
    “Isaak…” She said his name as her thighs started trembling. She went to push him away as something inside started building, but he was suctioned to her, his hands pressing her buttocks, lifting them, squeezing them, a relentless, delicious attack that she gave into.
    Her stomach was tight but for different reasons as he moaned into her sex. There was a hum building in her throat, or was