Number Neighbors - Emma Hart Page 0,44

before he could ask for a condom. With a low chuckle, he rounded the bed and opened the second drawer I was motioning to. He plucked out the unopened box and tore apart the packaging, then pulled a condom out of the box. He tossed the box back in the drawer and brought the foil package to his teeth before he tore the edge of it off.

My mouth went dry as I stared at him. He reached down and sealed the condom over the head of his cock, slowly rolling it to the very base.

I swallowed hard.

Isaac pushed my right knee toward my left one so my body almost rolled to the side. “Flip over. Now.”

Oh, God, he was really doing this.

I did as he said, rolling over onto my belly with a bit of a flop.

“On your knees.”

Again, I did it. My arms were shaking and unsteady, so I propped myself up on my elbows as he palmed my ass cheeks. He gripped the left one tightly, exposing my pussy to him, and he pushed the tip of his cock against me.

I arched my back so my hips tilted. He eased into me, flattening his hand against the small of my back. I moaned instantly; it felt so fucking good, better than I’d imagined it.

He moved his hips slowly, back and forth until I dropped my head down with another low moan. Each stroke of his cock sent me wild, but it was when he grabbed my hips and started fucking me properly that heat spread all over my body.

It was hard and ruthless, totally merciless, from the way he held onto my hips to the way he pounded inside me. Thrust after thrust drew moan after moan, and I pressed my forehead into the mattress.

He stilled, buried inside me, and leaned over me. His hands were hot as they glided over my sweaty skin to grasp my hair. He gathered my curls in one hand, twisted, and yanked my head back up.

I gasped, shivering as the action forced him deeper inside me.

“That’s better,” he murmured, dropping a kiss to my shoulder.

Then he straightened up again and made good on his promises.

He fucked me hard. It was relentless, desperate, needy.

“Put your hand between your legs,” he demanded breathlessly. “Now, Hannah.”

It was like he had a spell on me—I was powerless to resist his demands. I was unsteady on one hand, but I did it. I put my hand between my legs and found my clit instantly, rubbing two fingers against it in a circular motion.

It was just that easy.

I came heard, crying out loudly as my entire body clenched with pleasure. The orgasm hit me so hard I swear I actually saw stars behind my closed eyelids, and my limbs all shook with the power of it.

Isaac released my hair and gripped my hips again, holding me still as he finished. His groan sent a shiver across my skin, but it was the long, guttural moan that escaped as he finally stilled in front of me, his fingers probing my hips in a massaging motion.

Neither of us moved for what felt like an hour. The room was filled with the sounds of our labored breathing as we regained control of it and ourselves.

His grip on me loosened, and he flattened his hands against my ass as he pulled himself out.

The second I was free, I collapsed onto my side.

Isaac dropped down himself, but his was with a breathy laugh. He rolled his head to the side and met my eyes. His gaze was full of sleep mixed with satiation and happiness. “That went well,” he breathed.

I laughed, closing my legs and using my arms to cover my breasts. “Could have been worse,” I agreed.

He rubbed his hand down his face, grinning behind it. “Definitely. Where’s the bathroom?”

“Same place as yours is,” I said dryly. “Our houses are the same.”

“Right.” He laughed but groaned halfway through when he stood up. “Holy shit,” he muttered, pushing off the bed. “I’m knackered.”

“What the hell is that?”

“Tired,” he called, leaving the room.

I frowned, forcing myself to sit up. Holy shit was right. I felt half dead. My muscles were like jelly. I didn’t want to think about what was going to happen if I did stand up right now.

“Here.” Isaac’s face appeared in the doorway, and he tossed a towel toward me. “I didn’t think you could get up yet.”

“There’s no need to look so proud of yourself!” I yelled.

“There really is!” he