He broke the kiss, breathless. "God, Izzy — "
"You want me to say it, don't you?" I teased softly, nipping gently at his jawline.
He drew in a shaky breath. "Say … what?"
I rocked my hips against his, watching his eyes flutter closed briefly. "You know exactly what. You want me to say it."
His hands tightened on my hips, almost painfully. "I really don't — "
"Just admit it."
His eyes opened, blazing with intensity. His voice was barely a whisper. "Yes."
I leaned close, my lips brushing his ear, voice dripping honey and heat. "Ayyy, papi."
His reaction was immediate and overwhelming. He gasped sharply, body tensing beneath me, hips bucking involuntarily as he lost control entirely.
"Ohfuck, Izzy!" His voice broke, raw and undone as he shuddered beneath me, grabbing my shoulders with both hands and bringing me down into his chest, squeezing me tightly as he made a noise that was somewhere between a moan and a whimper.
I couldn't hold back my delighted laugh, thrilled by my power over him. "You really like that, don't you?"
He groaned, half-laughing, half-mortified. "You're d-d-dangerous."
I grinned, rolling onto my back, pulling him with me. I was still catching my breath, satisfied in a way I hadn’t expected. Honestly, that might’ve been enough. Most guys I’dbeen with? That’s where things ended. No expectation, no follow-through. And I’d gotten used to it. It's just how things worked, right?
Jimmy had other ideas.
He shifted downward, trailing kisses down my body, until he paused, looking up with wicked intent from between my thighs.
I hesitated. "Jimmy, there's … a lot of you still there."
He grinned devilishly, eyes dark. “I don’t care what’s still in you. I've got a job to do here."
I opened my mouth to protest, but then his mouth was on me, skillful and determined, silencing me instantly. My head fell back, pleasure overtaking all coherent thought as he worked me relentlessly, pulling me to the edge with devastating precision.
Then his hands slid beneath me, gripping my ass with firm, possessive strength, using the leverage to pull me harder against his mouth.
“Jimmy — oh God — ” I gasped, overwhelmed by the new pressure, the unrelenting rhythm.
He paused, just for a moment, and looked me directly in the eyes.
“Louder, baby. Let’s make the neighbors jealous.”
It didn't take long — he was thorough and relentless, bringing me crashing over the edge with an intensity that stole my breath, leaving me trembling and completely undone beneath him.
When he finally moved back up beside me, we were both breathing hard, tangled together, sated and sweaty and utterly content.
"Still think I'm dangerous?" I teased breathlessly.
"Jesus," Jimmy said eventually.
"Good Jesus or bad Jesus?"
"Very,verygood Jesus." He pulled me closer, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. "I think you might have actually killed me."
"Don't be dramatic," I said, but I was smiling. "You're very much alive."
"Barely."
