“God, how the fuck do you make me feel so good?”
I had so many cocky lines that I wanted to say, but I just let silence be the answer. It was more fun that way.
“Oh my God…” she groaned. “Do whatever the fuck you want with me. Come for me, Nick.”
“Here,” I said, motioning her forward. “Put your head down.”
She knew. She kissed me along the way, passionately and with fire, before letting me get behind her. I slid in, grabbed her hips, and started thrusting away in a fury. I had held back the tension some so that I could last a little bit longer, but that was off the table now. I was in a mad rush to get to my orgasm.
There was that moment about a half-dozen seconds right before I came where I knew I’d hit the point of no return, that tingle and extreme tension at the base of my cock.
“So close.”
Izzy just started murmuring, and oh, dear God, it was so fucking hot.
“Mmm, come for me, Nick, yes, yes, come inside me.”
I started to tremble as my cock swelled. I could literally feel the load rising in my shaft, getting pushed closer and closer to the edge.
“Oh, oh…”
And then it exploded, and I let out an enormous roar as I practically yanked Izzy against me. Oh, holy fuck…Izzy! Fucking Izzy!
It was unbelievable. Sometimes, unpredictably, orgasms could just feel unbelievably incredible, and this one, because it was Izzy, was the kind that could have brought any man to his knees—or back, as it were.
And when I pumped the last of my cum into my condom, I was again left feeling like a rag doll, limp and unable to flex even the toes on my feet.
I did not give a single damn. It was absolute paradise.
But this time, instead of falling into a deep silence and eventual sleep as we had after last night’s orgasm, Izzy just started giggling.
“What?” I said in a playful tone.
“What?” she said back. “Just imagine if TMZ had a photo of this!”
Her laughter made me start to laugh too. If she could joke about that, then she was probably in much better spirits than I had assumed she would be.
But the joke also made me cognizant of the fact that she probably had to get to work. I definitely had to start lifting. As romantic as the idea of us just fucking and napping the day away here was, it hit a pretty hard wall called reality in about two hours.
“Hold on,” she said as she sat up from our cuddling, grabbed her phone, and read her messages. “Ah, it’s Mom. Wants to know when I’m going to pick up Ryan.”
“You could just tell your Mom she’s getting a second chance to have that full-time job.”
Izzy looked back at me with still-waking but bemused eyes, her eyelids barely open. She leaned forward, kissed me, said something about me “having meathead moments,” and typed something out to her mother. As soon as she finished, she put her phone on the cabinet by the bed and curled back up on me.
“I told her I’d be over in an hour,” she said. “It’s not for her. It’s for Ryan.”
“Your kid.”
Izzy nodded. I understood.
But with that understanding came a little bit of fear that she was now returning to the world that she had sought escape from so badly when she came to me. She had not come just for sex; if anything, that was a happy outcome of what had happened. She had come so she could breathe for just one night and escape the possibility of Malcolm. A return to that world…
It was necessary, but that didn’t mean it was ideal.
“Do you want me to get you some security?” I asked. “I promise it’s not a big—”
“You’re sweet, but it’s OK,” Izzy said. “I’m not worried.”
“Bullshit,” I said. “I know you’re feeling good, but let’s be honest for a moment here. This is some scary shit.”
Izzy grimaced and nodded.
“I meant that I’m not worried I’m going to die or get killed or anything like that. But yeah, I am worried that if Malcolm found me, he’d start stalking me more and more.”
“And if that happens…”
When it happens.
“Do you want me to get you some security?”
Izzy again kissed me.
“I don’t know how I got lucky enough to wind up in bed with you,” she said. “I can’t imagine your teammates being like this, no disrespect.”
I chuckled. I had a joke about her not even making it to the morning with some of my teammates, but that wasn’t where the focus of my conversation lay.
“I’ll keep you updated on what happens, OK?” she said. “As it is, I need to go back to work tomorrow. My boss is the most understanding person on Earth, but she can’t stop work.”
I supposed, in some ways, this was what made Izzy so attractive. The looks would fade in time, even the base personality would become known, but her ferociousness, her willingness to get to work, and her ability to confront fear made her more than just a hot woman to put on a list. She was…
Well, fuck, it was just easy to say it was special.
“I understand,” I said. “But until you have to leave, I’m not going anywhere.”
We wound up laying side by side, cuddling and feeling each other, for as long as we could until hunger kicked in and she had to leave. I cooked Izzy some bacon and eggs before walking her to her car. I was already wistfully waiting for the chance to get a
