Just when I think we've lost the moment and that she's about to end our fun, she pushes her knees outward and drops down, taking me fully as her eyes stay glued to mine.
She leans in, her face nearly brushing against mine. Her perfect tits are pressed against my chest. I slide my hands between us and palm them. I was right. They fit perfectly in my hands. I tweak her nipples, drawing another moan from her.
"Mmm,I like the way you roll those hips. Tell me, are you pleasing your clit the way you need to?"
"You fucking know I am," she rushes out breathlessly.
Her pussy grabs my cock tight, and I can tell she's close.
"Use me. Use my body. Make yours feel good." My words come out desperate as I massage her breasts.
I shouldn’t have a single thought in my head besides pleasing this woman. But…
Why won't she kiss? Why won't she let me taste her? Why won't she let me take control?
What is she scared of?
So many questions.
QuestionsI willget answers to.
"I will. Don't say you weren't warned," she says clearly as we both come apart.
“Where are you taking me, exactly?” Izzy asks, her eyebrows pulling together in confusion.
It’s been two weeks since the night we reconnected, and after much convincing on my part, she’s finally agreed to see me again.
Before I can respond, she speaks up again, “This sure doesn’t look like the way to anyone’s home. I agreed to Netflix and chill, not go on a fucking date with you.”
“Simmer down, Firecracker. You never said we couldn’t stop and pick up food on the way. Or do you not eat?” I say the words sarcastically with a chuckle.
“I’d much prefer to taste you instead,” Izzy says as she slowly trails her hands up her thighs, causing every dirty desire I have for her to rush to the forefront of my mind.
Adjusting myself and clearing my throat, I speak up, and I hope I won’t regret the words about to come out of my mouth. “As enticing as that is, I really want to talk and get to know you better.”
Izzy scoffs, her face morphing into disgust as she simply says, “pass,” which causes me to chuckle.
Even so, I dig in my heels, asking, “What is one thing you really want to do before you die?” This question earns me another scoff with an added eye roll.I’m totally winning her over.
“Honestly, avoiding this whole conversation.”
“Harsh.”
“Eh,I'd rather refer to it as being brutally honest. I’m not looking to get to know each other better. I’m looking for a good lay.”
“Okay, well, let’s try this. Tell me more about yourself,” I say, completely avoiding her comment.
“Hm,well, I’m excellent in bed.”
The laughter that belts out of me with that one earns me a smile. “I don’t disagree, but I also know there has to be more to you. I want to know whatmoreis. I want to know all of you.”
“Good luck with that, Buddy,” she says dismissively, gracing me with yet another eye roll.
“I’m being serious.”
“So am I. I don’t care for small talk. I know what I want, and either you give it to me, or you take me home.”
I swallow at that, and as if she can sense me backing down, she reaches over, running her hand along my inner thigh.
