ISLA

I obeyed, parting my lips, and he guided his cock to my mouth. The head brushed against my tongue and I tasted salt and musk and him. I moaned, trying to take him deeper, but he held me still.

"Not yet," he said, his voice strained. "I want to watch you. Want to see how badly you want this."

I looked up at him as I wrapped my lips around just the tip, swirling my tongue around the head, dipping into the slit to taste more of him. His hips jerked forward involuntarily and his grip in my hair tightened.

"Tease," he accused, but there was approval in his...