Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Wilder
Izzy looks so gorgeous, even standing in the middle of the gym with her hand cocked on her hip and her breasts swaying above her lean waist. Her soft caramel curls fall over her shoulders, and a mischievous smile lights her face.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I tell her, cupping her delicate jaw in my hand to tilt her face toward mine. “Just like that. Stay just like that.”
Her teasing smile widens until it crinkles her brown eyes at the corners. Her unabashed smile takes my breath away.
I kiss her hard, and she leans into my kiss. My lips caress hers open, and our tongues dance tentatively. I run my hands over her hips, gripping her tightly. I’m never letting her get away from me again. It feels like I’ve been waiting all my life to kiss her.
And to touch her. How many damned times have I thought about holding her just like this?
I pull her body against mine, and she lets out a small breath of surprise. She’s so curvy and soft and warm, and her arms twine around my neck. The two of us are trading kisses as I press toward her, slowly walking her back across the gym.
She glances up at me when her shoulder blades gently brush the pommel horse behind her, and her eyebrows quirk curiously.
It’s my turn to grin as I bend down to catch her around the thighs, before lifting her up on top of the horse. Her hands catch my shoulders as I put her on the narrow leather perch.
“What are you up to, Wilder?” she breathes.
“Mm?” I ignore her. If she’s going to play her pranks, I have every right to tease her right back.
I draw her panties down her thighs as she balances skeptically on the edge of the horse.
I stroke my hands across her thighs as I lean between her thighs. Her breath hitches even before I press a kiss to her mid-thigh, and when I kiss her again, closer to her center, her fingers curl into the leather.
I press the next kiss to her core, and her hips roll toward me as if she wants more, even as she murmurs, “Wilder… Here?”
“Anywhere we fucking want,” I tell her, because we are gods, aren’t we?
I wrap my arms around her thighs, holding her securely, as I tease between her thighs with my tongue. She gasps, then bites her lower lip. Seeing her react to me is sexy as hell.
When I slip my tongue inside her, she tastes sweet and smoky. Her hips rock back and forth faintly as I work my mouth against her clit, and her hands find my shoulders again. Her fingers curl into my shoulders as her breath stutters in her chest. “Oh…Wilder…I can’t take it anymore.”
I can’t tell her right now, but I think she can in fact take it.
Her thighs tighten, then begin to tremble. Her fingers grip me more tightly as her feet kick faintly, then I feel her toes curl against my back. I would grin if I weren’t so damn busy continuing to push her further and further into pleasure.
She cries out when she comes, and I still, then gently pull away. Her muscles are shaking.
“What was that?” she demands, a smile arching her lips as I grip her waist and swing her down off the horse.
I quirk an eyebrow at her.
“You’re not even undressed,” she says. “It’s unfair.”
“You’re going to have to be a good girl if you’re going to get me naked, Loki,” I shoot back.
She laughs, running her fingers through her hair at my mention of her trick.
“Not too good though,” I admit. Her fingers in her hair looks sexy as fuck, and I twine my fingers through her hair. My hand cups the back of her head as my lips capture hers again.
She breaks away, grinning, and tugs at the hem of my t-shirt. Oh, fine. I draw it over my head and toss it over my shoulder onto the mats. Her eyes widen appreciatively, and it makes me grin. I like having Izzy ogle me.
“You seem to need some help with these.” She slips her hands over my hips, drawing down my pants, and goes to her knees in front of me.
“Oh God, Izzy--” I start, just as she flashes a mischievous look up at me and wraps her mouth around my cock.
She feels so good around me that I almost can’t bear it. My cock twitches in her mouth like I’m going to lose control already. I’m so hot from just pleasuring her, so hard that it almost hurts.
I pull away from her, reluctantly, and her eyes widen. “Was it okay?”
“I think that was the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life,” I admit. “But that’s not how I want you right now.”
I let myself fall onto the mat beside her and crook a finger at her. Without hesitating, she straddles me.
“I don’t know if you’re going to fit in here, Noah,” she teases me as my cock brushes back and forth between her thighs. She feels slick and hot against the tip of my cock, and I grit my teeth to keep from grabbing her hips and yanking her down on my cock. I want her around me so badly right now.
“Only one way to find out.”
She flashes me a mischievous smile right before she sinks down on my cock. Her lips part as she slowly takes me in, but she’s still smiling. I exhale a shaky breath. She feels better than I ever imagined.
She starts to move, and I run my hands up the smooth curve of her lower back, pulling her toward me.
Her lips meet mine, and for a few, sweet minutes, we just trade kisses with my cock buried deep inside her.
I want this moment to last. I could stay here forever, with the lights blurring above her head and her mouth and body against mine.
But there’s no stopping time.
Slowly, she pulls away, her hair brushing across my shoulders, and she begins to ride me. The two of us move in time, her breasts swaying with every motion, until her head falls back. Her fingers twine in her hair, her lips parting, as if she’s on the verge of coming.
I grip her hips in my hands, helping her move up and down my cock. Our every movement is feverish and quick now, our bodies moving together as if we can’t get enough of each other.
When I shatter inside her, she moans, “Noah…” Her walls clench around me and her lashes flutter as she comes.
I catch her with an arm across her lower back, then roll the two of us until I can brace myself over her. She smiles up at me, her lips quirking as she reaches up to touch my face.
“That was worth waiting for,” she murmurs.
“Wish I hadn’t made you wait,” I say, my voice soft.
“You were worth it too,” she says, before she kisses me again.