Chapter 3 #3
Izzy took that as encouragement to press forward.
Drake huffed out a breath as their bodies touched, then he pulled her in tight against himself.
Instinctively, Izzy lifted her legs as Drake cupped her ass and he lifted her into his arms. She breathed him deep, basking in spice.
Muscles flexed beneath her hands, but he didn’t seem to be straining.
There was some jostling as he took a few steps to lean her back against the wall, then he let her body slide lower.
As Drake's erection found her entrance, Izzy sighed, but he stilled, a tremor rippling through him.
Though she'd only known him a couple hours, it seemed like she'd been waiting for this moment all her life.
Drake seemed to sense something in the air as well, because he pulled back just for a moment. Long enough to make eye contact. He held that eye contact as he let her slide down the wall, onto his thick erection.
Izzy moaned as he filled her, wondering what the hell she'd gotten herself into. She couldn't move because he held her so tight, but she didn't think she would change anything. They had to go slow or she could be hurt. He seemed to be very aware of what his size could do to her.
But she was also soaked to the point that he glided in surprisingly easy.
Her tissues felt every vein, every heartbeat as he settled into her.
For a timeless moment, it seemed as if they shared that heartbeat.
Then he started to move. Slow, long, gentle slides up into her body, getting her used to him.
Izzy couldn't believe how heightened her senses were. Then she caught a glimpse of his muscled body in the mirror, and she could see what he was doing. It was one of the most carnal, seductive images she’d ever seen.
Though he'd only been moving for a minute, her arousal began to tighten her body.
"Yes, just like that Drake. Oh, damn, you feel so good."
His movements gained urgency, as if his own orgasm were approaching. He rested his head against her neck as he sped up and Izzy cupped his nape, pressing kisses along his ear and his shaved head.
The position she was in restricted her movement, but she tried to rock into him. His hard hands tightened on her ass, pulling her toward him as he shoved.
Oh, damn, that felt… so very good…
Then that heat that had been building suddenly crested.
Izzy flung her head back but she had nowhere to go.
She gasped in a breath, then let out a moan.
His incredible hands held her exactly where he needed her and forced her to accept the pleasure he was giving her.
Crying out, she contracted in his arms, her body tightening painfully, a sweet, sharp heat rolling through her.
Then Drake cried out and it was one of the sexiest things Izzy had ever heard.
She cradled him to her as tremors shook him, his body contracting hard into her body.
His hands clenched on her ass, and she had a feeling there would be bruises later, but she didn’t care.
Izzy basked in the moment, loving the feel of him in her arms as he quivered and twitched.
When they finally stilled, breathing into each other's necks, she was more stunned than she could ever remember being after sex.
Aftershocks rolled through her, making her thighs spasm convulsively.
When he moved, she blinked her eyes open.
They had slid down the wall, Drake now on his knees and Izzy sitting in his lap, still connected.
"You took my feet out from under me," he groused, but she could see the humor in his expression.
"Probably safer for us both. I'm not sure I can even stand right now."
Grinning, he tweaked her nipple. Izzy gasped and shivered at the touch and his gaze sharpened. "Oh, really? Think you can do a round two? I’ve got another one in me."
Grinning right back, she rocked her hips against him.
Drake prodded her to her feet, then escaped to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
Izzy moved to lay down on the comforter, her body lax and sensual.
Though she wasn't normally a highly sexed person, the thought of going another ten rounds with Drake held massive appeal. This afterglow was better than anything else she’d ever experienced.
She heard the shower start up, then the sound of feet on tile and the glass door of the shower shutting. If she could have found the energy to rise she would have joined him, but she was too content to lay here and just let her body hum with satisfaction.
When he returned a few minutes later, beads of water running down his chest, he paused to look at her.
Izzy felt wanton, laying upon the mattress, fondling her own breasts.
Beneath the heavy terry-cloth towel, she could see his dick begin to lengthen.
Izzy, suddenly finding the energy to move, reached over her head for the next condom in the strip and ripped the package open. Then she sat up on the side of the bed.
Wiggling her fingers she pulled him close, setting the condom aside. With both hands, she pulled the towel away, letting it drop to the floor. “Before we get too involved..." she murmured, then took his burgeoning length into her watering mouth. Drake sighed heavily, cupping her head in his hands.
The thought of tasting the saltiness of his own previous climax spiked her arousal, but he’d washed it all away.
Going down on a man totally lit her fire, but something about doing it for Drake felt different.
It felt more natural, more vital. As she teased and nibbled, she wondered if he would let her go all the way with him.
Izzy worked her way down his length as he hardened, cupping his heavy testicles in one hand and the base of his dick in the other. When he began to twitch in time to her movements, Izzy knew she was on the right track. Widening her mouth, she surged down even further.
Drake's fist tightened in her hair until she stopped. Releasing him from her mouth she looked up at him.
The look that settled on his face was pensive and she thought affectionate. "As incredible as that feels, I don't want to come that way. I want to be looking into your eyes when we come together again."
Izzy's heart melted. Wow, she didn't expect that. Without saying anything she released the condom from the wrapper and rolled it down his length, then pushed herself back on the bed. She lifted her arms to him.