The position she was in restricted her movement, but she tried to rock into him. His hard hands tightened on her ass, pulling her toward him as he shoved.
Oh, damn, that felt… so very good…
Then that heat that had been building suddenly crested. Izzy flung her head back but she had nowhere to go. She gasped in a breath, then let out a moan. His incredible hands held her exactly where he needed her and forced her to accept the pleasure he was giving her. Crying out, she contracted in his arms, her body tightening painfully, a sweet, sharp heat rolling through her. Then Drake cried out and it was one of the sexiest things Izzy had ever heard. She cradled him to her as tremors shook him, his body contracting hard into her body. His hands clenched on her ass, and she had a feeling there would be bruises later, but she didn’t care.
Izzy basked in the moment, loving the feel of him in her arms as he quivered and twitched. When they finally stilled, breathing into each other's necks, she was more stunned than she could ever remember being after sex. Aftershocks rolled through her, making her thighs spasm convulsively. When he moved, she blinked her eyes open.
They had slid down the wall, Drake now on his knees and Izzy sitting in his lap, still connected.
"You took my feet out from under me," he groused, but she could see the humor in his expression.
"Probably safer for us both. I'm not sure I can even stand right now."
Grinning, he tweaked her nipple. Izzy gasped and shivered at the touch and his gaze sharpened. "Oh, really? Think you can do a round two? I’ve got another one in me."
Grinning right back, she rocked her hips against him.
Drake prodded her to her feet, then escaped to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. Izzy moved to lay down on the comforter, her body lax and sensual. Though she wasn't normally a highly sexed person, the thought of going another ten rounds with Drake held massive appeal. This afterglow was better than anything else she’d ever experienced.
She heard the shower start up, then the sound of feet on tile and the glass door of the shower shutting. If she could have found the energy to rise she would have joined him, but she was too content to lay here and just let her body hum with satisfaction.
When he returned a few minutes later, beads of water running down his chest, he paused to look at her. Izzy felt wanton, laying upon the mattress, fondling her own breasts. Beneath the heavy terry-cloth towel, she could see his dick begin to lengthen. Izzy, suddenly finding the energy to move, reached over her head for the next condom in the strip and ripped the package open. Then she sat up on the side of the bed.
Wiggling her fingers she pulled him close, setting the condom aside. With both hands, she pulled the towel away, letting it drop to the floor. “Before we get too involved..." she murmured, then took his burgeoning length into her watering mouth. Drake sighed heavily, cupping her head in his hands.
The thought of tasting the saltiness of his own previous climax spiked her arousal, but he’d washed it all away. Going down on a man totally lit her fire, but something about doing it for Drake felt different. It felt more natural, more vital. As she teased and nibbled, she wondered if he would let her go all the way with him.
Izzy worked her way down his length as he hardened, cupping his heavy testicles in one hand and the base of his dick in the other. When he began to twitch in time to her movements, Izzy knew she was on the right track. Widening her mouth, she surged down even further.
Drake's fist tightened in her hair until she stopped. Releasing him from her mouth she looked up at him.
The look that settled on his face was pensive and she thought affectionate. "As incredible as that feels, I don't want to come that way. I want to be looking into your eyes when we come together again."
Izzy's heart melted. Wow, she didn't expect that. Without saying anything she released the condom from the wrapper and rolled it down his length, then pushed herself back on the bed. She lifted her arms to him.
4
As Drake looked down at Izzy, her arms open in welcome, he thought he felt something in his chest shudder. There was a smile on her face that he had never seen on any other woman's. Actually, he couldn't ever recall seeing it on any other person's face when looking at him. He and his brothers got along fine from a distance, and his dad liked him well enough he supposed, but he couldn't even name what it was he saw in her expression. Affection? Fondness? Would he even know what love looked like if it happened to him?
Shaking his head, Drake moved forward, letting her arms wrap around him as he settled his hips over hers. This welcoming womanliness would be nice to come home to after a deployment. Or even after a training session. Or a hard run.
His dick settled against her channel with no special direction and they both moaned. Reaching down, he rubbed the head of his cock against the high point of her pussy, around her clit. Izzy cried out, her hips moving in counterpoint to his. Her fingernails dug into his back, but he didn't mind the pain.
Her breathing was picking up again. Pulling away just for a moment, he pressed a line of kisses down the length of her neck, waiting for her body to calm a little. Then, with no warning, he slid deep within her. She cried out, rocking her head into the pillow, her body shuddering again.
"Oh, my god you're huge. Give me a sec to get used to you," she hissed. "This is different than the last position."
Drake stilled, but her tiny quivers and twitches beneath him were just as enticing as anything else they'd done. In spite of holding completely still, he felt his pleasure rising. Then, with a heavy lidded look, she kissed him. He thought that since she was on the bottom, her power would be diminished, but it was quite the opposite. With gentle nibbles and kisses, their mouths teased at each other, and Drake was taken aback at the sensuality of the moment. Then she moaned as he seated himself deep inside her. And moaned again as he withdrew.
The sound sent a sharp pang of pleasure through him. It was a kind of proof that he was doing what gave her pleasure. Shoving one arm beneath her hips, he tightened his body against hers, wondering vaguely how they could get closer. Everything about her pleased him, and he wanted to climb into her skin and be a part of her. Maybe then he could get enough.
Izzy panted in his ear. "Yes, yes, yes," she chanted softly in time to his thrusts.
Still seated deep within her, Drake lifted himself. "Close your legs."
She shifted to do as he told her, and the tightness around his dick was almost his undoing. He retreated, then surged forward again, learning the feel of her lengthened channel.
Izzy cried out, her hands fluttering around him, from neck to sides to ass, encouraging him to move again. "More. My god, I thought you felt huge before. I've never... That's amazing..."
