Unfold Me by Talia Ellison Page A

when we break apart.
    I raise an eyebrow at him.
    “...the men on your list.”
    I want to say no, but the sight of the bulge in his jeans stops me. He wants this. I want it. Then what’s the problem?
    “Come on.” I take his hand and lead him toward my room. We stop in the doorway, and I find his lips again, my hand roaming down his strong chest. “Whatever you do...” I say, tugging on his shirt. “... don’t get on top of me.” I usually don’t tell this to men I sleep with, but this is Isaac. I don’t want him to think he’s doing something wrong, when it’s all about me.
    “Okay.” He helps me pull his shirt over his head.
    “Anything you don’t want me to do?” I ask.
    He just shakes his head.
    I grab the waist of his pants and pull him slightly toward me, then unzip his jeans and push them to the floor.
    “Wait,” he says as I move to tug down his boxers. “I want to take off your dress.”
    “If we’re doing this, we’re going to do it my way,” I say.
    “I won’t get on top of you, I promise,” he says. “Just tell me to stop if anything makes you uncomfortable.”
    “Fine.” I let my hands drop to my sides. He goes to stand behind me and finds the zipper of my dress, but instead of pulling it down, he runs his hand down my back, then places a soft kiss on my shoulder. His tongue traces a wet path up my neck, and I cock my head to the side. I hear the zipper slide down, and Isaac gently lowers the soft fabric down my body, raising goose bumps all over me. A small gasp escapes me as Isaac’s teeth graze my skin, but there’s no pain.
    My dress finally falls to the floor in a heap and I step out of it. Isaac unclasps my bra and I chuck it across the room. His hands cup my breasts, squeezing and kneading. Then his hand slips down my body and pushes my panties down my legs. A moan escapes my throat as he slips a finger inside me. When I think my knees will give out, he pulls out and brings his finger to his mouth.
    “You taste so good,” he says. “Go sit on the edge of the bed.”
    I eye him for a moment, but then do as he says.
    “Spread your legs,” he says, and I part them as wide as I can, exposing myself completely to him. He lowers himself to his knees in front of me and looks at me through his thick eyelashes, a wicked smile popping out on his face. Bending his head, he places a kiss on my thigh, then slowly circles his tongue up and down until my breathing speeds up.
    He runs his finger across my slickness, teasing me, then slides it inside me, and every single muscle in my body clenches. His movements are slow at first, but then he thrusts a second finger in. My hips lift off the bed a little, and just when I’m close to the edge, he pulls out. I let out a frustrated moan, but then his tongue parts my folds and swirls around my clit. He sucks and licks, the pleasure rising inside me until it overcomes my whole body. I cry out, gripping the bed sheets.
    “Stop,” I breathe out when I can finally form coherent words. He immediately pulls back, looking up at me. “That was... amazing, but now lie down on the bed.”
    “Okay.” He climbs onto the bed, watching me with hunger in his eyes.
    “Let’s get these off.” I tug at his boxers and yank them down his body. His thick length springs into view, and I wrap my hand around him.
    “Put your hands behind your head,” I say.
    He chews on his lower lip as if he’s considering it, but then does what I said. Lowering my head, I take him deep into my mouth, making him gasp. I swirl my tongue around him, my teeth grazing him ever so slightly, and I increase the speed until he groans, barely able to keep still.
    “Stop. Please.” He gasps, and I lift my head.
    “Why?” I grin.
    “I want this to last a bit longer,” he says, his chest raising and falling. “Do you always...?”
    “No.” I don’t want to talk about other guys right now, so I climb on top of him and pin his wrists to the bed. “Don’t move your hands