24. Izzy #4
His tongue is soft and he knows exactly what he’s doing, licking long strokes up through my folds before circling my clit with the tip. My hands find his hair and I hold on, my hips rocking up against his face.
“God, Wilson.” I can barely get it out. “Right there, don’t stop.”
He slides his fingers back inside me while his mouth keeps working, and the combination is too much. I can feel it building, that tight coil in my belly getting tighter and tighter, and I’m pulling his hair and I don’t even care.
“I’m gonna…” I can’t finish the sentence because he sucks on my clit and I come apart, my whole body arching off the bed, his name spilling out of my mouth along with words that don’t make any sense.
He works me through it, his fingers slowing but not stopping, his tongue gentle now, until I’m gasping and pushing at his head.
“Too much, I can’t…”
“You can.” But he pulls away and crawls back up my body, his mouth wet with me, and kisses me deep. I can taste myself on his tongue and it makes me want him even more.
“I need you inside me.” I reach down and wrap my hand around him, hard and already leaking at the tip. “Right now, Wilson.”
“Yeah?” He settles between my thighs and I can feel him right there, pressing against my entrance but not pushing in. “How do you want it?”
“Slow.” I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him closer. “I want to feel all of you.”
He pushes in inch by inch and we both stop breathing. It’s different without anything between us. I can feel everything, every ridge, the heat of him, the way he pulses when he’s all the way inside.
“Jesus Christ, Izzy.” His arms are trembling where he’s holding himself above me. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Move.” I dig my nails into his back. “Please, Wilson, I need you to move.”
He starts slow, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in, deep and deliberate. I try to pull him faster but he resists, keeping that maddening pace.
“We’re going slow tonight.” He kisses my neck, my jaw, the corner of my mouth. “I want to feel every second of this.”
“I hate you.” I don’t mean it even a little bit.
“No you don’t.” He rolls his hips and hits that spot inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyes. “You love me.”
“I love you.” I pull his face down to mine and kiss him. “God, I love you.”
He shifts us so we’re on our sides facing each other, my leg hooked over his hip, still connected.
From this angle I can see his face, every flicker of pleasure, every time he bites his lip to hold back.
His hand is on the small of my back and mine is on the back of his neck and we’re so close I can feel his breath on my lips.
“I used to fall asleep on planes and dream about this bed.” His voice is wrecked, barely a whisper. “I wasn’t even dreaming about the sex. Just you in it. Just walking in the door and you being there.”
“I was there.” I press my forehead against his. “I was always there, Wilson.”
“I know.” He loses the rhythm for a second, his hips stuttering, and then finds it again. “I know that now. I’m so sorry it took me so long to see it.”
“Stop apologizing and fuck me.” I tighten my leg around his hip and pull him deeper.
He groans and picks up the pace, still not fast but harder, deeper, every thrust pushing a sound out of me. It’s building again and I can feel him getting close too, his breathing going ragged, his fingers digging into my hip.
“I’m close.” I gasp it against his mouth. “Wilson, I’m so close.”
“Me too.” He reaches between us and finds my clit, rubbing tight circles. “Come with me, Izzy.”
“Come inside me.” I grab his face and make him look at me. “I want to feel you come inside me, Wilson. Don’t pull out.”
“Izzy…” His whole body shudders.
“I mean it.” I clench around him and watch his eyes roll back. “Come inside me. Fill me up. I want all of you.”
That’s all it takes. I feel him let go, deep and pulsing inside me, and the feeling of it sends me over the edge too. I come with his name on my lips and his arms around me and tears I didn’t know were coming streaming down my face.
He stays inside me after, both of us breathing hard, holding onto each other like we might fall apart if we let go.
“Stay right there.” I’m crying and laughing at the same time. “Don’t move.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” He buries his face in my neck and I feel his tears too, wet against my skin. “I’m never going anywhere again.”
We stay like that for a long time, still tangled up in each other, still connected, in a bed we almost sold to strangers.
“I love you.” He says it into my hair, muffled and rough. “So fucking much, Izzy.”
“I love you too.” I stroke the damp hair at his temple. “Think that took?”
“If not, we try again.” He finally lifts his head and looks at me, his eyes red and so full of love it makes my chest hurt. “And again. As many times as it takes.”
“The doctor said not to count months.” I trace his jaw with my finger. “She said it twice.”
“Then we don’t count.” His arm tightens around me. “I know how to wait now. You taught me that.”