Without thinking, she spread her thighs and Kris moved between them. The scorching heat of his erection brushed along her inner thigh.
Kris’s body went rigid in response to the contact and he pulled back from their kiss, hands gripping her shoulders tightly. He stared between them, panting from desire. His c**k twitched against her thigh, just to the side of the deep lavender of her glistening core.
“Does it feel good yet?” Issa asked, her voice rough with need.
A lock of dark hair fell across Kris’s forehead with his brisk nod. He looked back into her eyes, his gaze feverish. Then he pulled back and shook his head, grimacing.
“I have to wait. It’s too soon. But Sweet Mother, I want to be inside you. Deep inside.”
“Too soon?” she asked, confused. The energy she had gathered from the h
