Give into Me (Rich Woman/Poor Man Romance)

~Chapter 17

 -17-

  Butterfly watched, as Isaiah's hand slipped under her sweatshirt, to grab a handful of one of her breasts. There was no fabric to prevent the skin on skin contact. She moaned when his hand flicked over her hardened nipple.

  "Sit up," Isaiah commanded.

  Butterfly did what she was told. His hands lifted her arms and removed her cotton fabric. She bit her lip in anticipation of what he might do next. She wanted to feel his touch, as badly as she needed air to breathe.

  Butterfly could feel the warmth of his breath hovering over her exposed flesh. She arched her back so he could have better access to her. He was taking entirely too long admiring her. She didn't mind it, but she wanted him to hurry and taste her.

  Isaiah smiled slyly. "You're so impatient."

   Now she knew he was dead set on teasing her like he always did. But she didn't expect him to do it now when she was feeling so vulnerable and needy.

  Butterfly narrowed her eyes. "You're such a tea-."

  the sensation of Isaiah's tongue interrupted Butterfly swirling over her swollen nub. She started panting when he finally took her breast into his mouth.

  "Please," Butterfly said breathlessly. She wasn't quite sure why she was pleading with him.

  "You don't want me to stop, do you?" Isaiah muttered in-between his nibbling.

  Butterfly shook her head. "No," she whispered.

  Isaiah looked up at her with approval in his eyes. "Good, 'cause I'm just getting started."

  Those words sent her heart into overdrive. There were so many emotions running through her at that moment. So many thoughts jumbled up inside her head. But all she knew was that she craved his touch. That's all she needed right now.

  Isaiah left her exposed to the chilly air, while he tossed the covers to and fro. Butterfly couldn't understand what he could possibly be looking for until she saw him grab the bouquet of flowers.

  Isaiah smiled wickedly at her, while he brought out one stemmed lily. She furrowed her brows and continued to stare at him. She wondered what he was planning to do with a flower. Isaiah proceeded to pick each of the six petals off until they were all lying in his hand.

  Isaiah took one of the petals and brought it up to her mouth. He traced her bottom lip with the dainty petal. A tingling feeling ran through her whole body down to the warmth of her core.

  She didn't expect such a delicate plant to cause so many rippling sensations to run through her. She liked it. It was such a different feeling. It surprised her.

  After Isaiah removed the petal from her plump lip, he captured her with his own mouth. It was a slow kiss that made her body weak. He tasted so sweet and tantalizing to her. She wished she could bottle up the taste of him for herself.

  All her problems evaporated like rainwater, as his tongue continued to explore her mouth. Isaiah sucked on her bottom lip before he slowly ended the kiss. Butterfly let out a sigh when he parted from her.

  Isaiah laughed. "You're so cute when you're frustrated."

  I'll get you back for this torment.

  "You're not being fair," she whimpered.

  "Do you want me to stop?" His penetrating gaze met hers. She could see the lust in his eyes.

  Before she could answer, his tongue grazed over her nipple once more. She took a sharp intake of air when he gently brushed her nipple with another petal. Butterfly dug her nails into the mattress. She didn't know how much more she could take. No man had ever teased her, pleased her like this.