22. Izzy #4
“Good.” I step out of my jeans and stand in front of him in just my underwear. “Get on your knees.”
He slides out of the chair and onto his knees without hesitation, looking up at me like I’m the only thing in the world that matters. His hands come up to rest on my hips, thumbs stroking the skin just above the waistband.
“I missed you.” He presses his mouth to my stomach, soft and warm. “I missed this so much.”
“Show me.” I run my fingers through his hair, tugging gently. “Show me how much you missed me.”
He hooks his fingers into my underwear and pulls them down slowly, his mouth following, pressing kisses to my hip bone, my thigh, the inside of my knee. He takes his time like he’s got nowhere else to be, like the whole world outside this room doesn’t exist.
“Sit on the desk.” He looks up at me, his eyes dark. “Please, Izzy.”
I hop up onto the edge of the desk and he moves between my legs, his hands sliding up my thighs, spreading them apart. He looks at me for a long moment, just looking, and the hunger in his face makes me shiver.
“Wilson, stop staring and do your job.” I’m already breathless just from the way he’s watching me.
He laughs softly and leans in, and then his mouth is on me and the rest of the room falls away.
He starts slow, too slow, his tongue moving in long strokes that make me grip the edge of the desk. My head falls back and I hear myself making sounds I can’t control, soft gasps that get louder when he finds the right spot and stays there.
“Right there, don’t stop.” I grab his hair and hold him in place, my thighs already starting to shake.
He doesn’t stop. He slides one finger inside me, then two, curling them in a slow rhythm that matches his mouth. I’m trembling now, my whole body tensing, my hips rocking against his face without my permission.
“Wilson, I’m gonna…” I can’t finish the sentence because he does a thing with his tongue that makes my vision blur.
He looks up at me without stopping, his eyes locked on my face, watching me fall apart, and the sight of him watching pushes me right over the edge.
I come hard, my whole body shaking, my hand fisted in his hair pulling him closer even though it’s almost too much. He works me through it, slowing down but not stopping, his fingers still moving inside me until I’m gasping and pushing at his head.
“Too much, stop, I can’t…” I’m laughing and shaking at the same time.
He pulls back and presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh, looking up at me with that satisfied smile I used to hate and now love more than I want to admit. “Good enough?”
“Get up here right now.” I grab his shoulders and pull him up to me, wrapping my legs around his waist.
I can feel how hard he is through his pants and I fumble with his belt while he kisses me, tasting myself on his mouth, not caring at all. I finally get his pants open and shove them down, and he groans against my mouth when I wrap my hand around him.
“I need you inside me.” I pull him closer by the hips. “Right now, Wilson.”
He lifts me off the desk like I weigh nothing, one arm under my ass, and carries me back to the chair. He sits down with me in his lap and I sink onto him slowly, both of us going still for a moment, forehead to forehead, breathing the same air.
“Izzy. God, Izzy.” He breathes it into my mouth.
I start to move, finding a rhythm, rolling my hips against him. His hands rest on my waist without pushing or pulling, just holding on while I take what I need from him.
“You feel so good.” I lean in and press my mouth to his ear. “I forgot how good this feels.”
“I didn’t forget.” His voice is strained, barely holding on. “I thought about this every single night we were apart.”
I move faster and his head falls back against the chair, his jaw tight, his breath coming in short gasps. The chair creaks beneath us and I don’t care if Linda hears, I don’t care if the whole building hears.
“I’m close again.” I grab his face in both hands and make him look at me. “Come with me.”
He nods, unable to speak, and his hands tighten on my hips as he starts thrusting up to meet me. I feel him getting close, his whole body tensing beneath me, and it pushes me over the edge again.
I come with my face buried in his neck, shaking, and he follows right after with my name on his lips, his arms wrapped around me so tight I can barely breathe. We hold onto each other while the aftershocks roll through us, neither of us moving, neither of us wanting to let go.
We stay tangled together in the chair for a long time, his hand tracing lazy patterns on my back, my cheek resting against his shoulder.
“Thursday.” He says it quietly into my hair. “I’ll be the first one through the door.”
“And the last one to leave, I know.” I lift my head and look at him, taking in his wrecked hair and the soft look on his face. “You’re really okay with all of this? Everything you’re giving up?”
“Izzy, there’s nothing to give up.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and smiles at me. “You’re all I want.”
Down the hall, his phone starts buzzing. It keeps going, insistent, but neither of us moves to answer it.