I laid down on top of her and started kissing her passionately. The tip of my cock was already brushing her clit, and it would have been so easy to just go inside her raw. God, the temptation…
Somehow, maybe because I was so set on going down on her first, I managed to avoid risking something too early, but I knew I could only hold out from doing something like that for so long before primal urges took over. She tried to bring her hips up into me, but I held back and kissed her neck.
She fucking loved that. Her arms wrapped all around me as she gently moaned my name. Her voice sounded so damn sultry; it had a bit of early-morning raspy groaning.
I worked my way down her perfect breasts, kissing one and cupping the other with my free hand before switching. Her hands ran through my hair, squeezing and begging me to get inside of her. Her hips were grinding all over me, yearning, pleading, begging for me. In time. In time. I had to say that as much to myself as to her.
I got down to her belly button, and it was only now that Izzy realized I wasn’t trying to warm her up so much as I was going for the main course.
“Oh, baby,” she said. “You’re gonna make me come so hard.”
I smirked. Yeah, I was. I looked up at her, winked, and went right back down to crawling toward her pussy. She was shaking before I’d even touched her, and just to add some fun to it, I decided to start by kissing her from her ankles down to the innermost part of her thigh.
“The fuck you waiting for!” she suddenly shouted when I started going to her other leg.
I had a laugh at that, but Izzy just reached forward, grabbed my face, and practically stuffed me between her legs. She wasn’t kidding about how aroused she felt.
Luckily for her, I wasn’t kidding to myself about making sure she didn’t win the “who did it better” challenge.
With my lips pressed against her clit, I kissed her and rubbed on her gently. I withheld my tongue for a few moments, trying to get her warmed up, but she was already shaking and jolting like she had electrical clamps on her. When I brought my tongue out and started pressing and stroking her clit, it was all over for her.
I had never brought a woman to orgasm so fast in my life. It was fucking incredible the way that she reacted—I almost thought I was going to get my head kicked off from the way she squirmed and writhed when the orgasm had hit. I’d felt pretty sure that she’d come last night, but it was obvious those orgasms were nothing in comparison to this.
She had to push me back before the orgasm became too much. When she finally did “come down” from her coming, she let out a loud moan that turned into a laugh.
“It’s not fair you can make me feel so good!” she yelled into her pillow. “How the fuck…”
I decided the less that was said, the better. Besides, if she thought I was going down on her just because she’d had one orgasm, she would soon be happily mistaken. I wanted her to at least come twice—I wanted her to be surprised at how much a supposed star athlete was willing to do down there.
Then she rolled over, sat up, and pulled me down—but this time, my face remained with her face.
“Get inside me,” she said. “Fucking now. Don’t make me wait.”
“Let me get—”
“Relax,” she said.
“No, just let me,” I said. “Sorry, but it’s ingrained in me.”
At some point, yes, I’d probably go raw in her. But I’d heard too many horror stories of athletes having to be a piggy bank for women ever to risk something like this. It’s not that I didn’t trust Izzy; it’s that I needed to make sure the tenth of a percent chance that she was lying wasn’t real because that chance had outsized consequences.
Fortunately, Izzy didn’t fight the issue and make a huge deal of it.
I reached over, slid it on, and this time, went inside her freely. It was so hot how I was kissing her, heard her murmur and shudder while I held the kiss, and felt her hands tighten around me. The absolute best part about sex was feeling like a king whenever I made someone just physically react like that; the fact that it was now Izzy who was the one shuddering from the motion down below just made me swell with that much more confidence.
I didn’t feel ashamed about how last night had gone, but I was determined to give Izzy a much longer ride this morning. I kept a steady pace, listening to her moans and how she talked as the guidance for if I was getting her closer and closer to climax. Her legs tightened around my hips, her mouth kissed at mine, and her nails kept digging into my back.
“Oh, fuck!” she said. “Roll on your back, now!”
I did so without hesitation. And when I say that Izzy rocked my world with a sexual ferocity that I had never seen before, it is without any hyperbole whatsoever. She placed her hands on my chest, clenched, and went to work grinding her hips on me like a cat in heat.
“Oh, fuck!” she screamed, her groaning becoming louder and shriller every second. “Oh, God, yes, yes, yes…”
She was soaking wet down below. I wasn’t even doing much of anything, honestly; she was just riding me like a toy, and I was along for the ride until she orgasmed.
It was immediately apparent when she did because
