( she notes the hesitancy to which he draws away from her, like there's something other than remaining close to the heat they share that steels him a moment before he's left kneeling before her, like a stature she's not quite sure just yet how to put to words. she wouldn't exactly classify herself as holding a type, but everything with baby... it's as if she'd had no say in the matter, feelings unfolding and attractive rapidly blooming alongside it.
that soft, quiet tremor to her exhale isn't only because of the orgasm he'd so determinately given to her, but the way her mouth dries to the sight of him stripping off that shirt, his lean frame giving way to creamy flesh beneath, kissed with scars just as her own. she's about to draw her touch towards them, assure him he needn't keep them covered, not from her, but then he's making a show of pink tongue curling around his fingers, her all over them, and god if she hadn't been doomed before.
she can't take her eyes away from it, unable to hide how spellbound she is by the action, just as so when he's hovering above her again, now given the opportunity to score each of her palms down along his chest, branching out to each side once she nears his midsection. ) You have me.
( words transcend far more than in the physical sense, but they can tackle that later, reaching back to release the clasp of her dress above undone zipper, pressing the material down from her shoulders, revealing the stark black lace of her bra as it's managed further out of the way, eyes with his all the while. she's driving him crazy? well, that calls for one response: ) Show me, Baby.
[ He tries to keep his breathing steady as she touches him, but he's unable to suppress a shiver, not feeling like she's judging his flaws, the broken parts of him that still remind him too much of painful memories. She only looks as transfixed as he does, and it does nothing to make him any less flushed and pleased.
His eyes travel down to her chest, her bra, which seems to barely be able to hold her breasts; he wants to see them spilling out, into his hands, touch her with his fingers and his tongue even more than he already has. She is breathtaking when dressed, and just worldbreaking half-naked.
But then she says, show me, and his breath catches in his throat. He swallows hard, finding his words slowly. ]
Do you - want to? I have condoms, I just - I wouldn't assume.
( izzy wasn't one to shy from intimacy when it came to having another this way, feeling them, and while there was a certain appeal, at times, to giving in to haste while layers were still gathered and pressed to the side amongst their figures, she wants to feel him. all of him, with nothing keeping them apart. despite how it may appear, how she carries herself, there's something to be said for the way he strips her just with his gaze alone, how he leaves her just as struck, just as taken.
a slow nod, wishing she could quiet all of those flaring doubts within his thoughts, searching betwixt his hues before she's cradling the side of his jaw, using it's edge to gingerly bring him closer for a delicate, lingering kiss. petals part one by one, naturally, tasting a hint of herself on his lips. )
I want you. ( admission finds itself on a whisper, and the confession is far from dirtied, wavering instead with ardency, an appetitive passion she doesn't quite know what to do with. )
[ He nods then, pushing in for another kiss, needing the tiny moment of quiet to put his thoughts together, and make sure his limbs still work. He loves the peace she brings to him with so few words, with just a look and a smile and a small affirmation, enough to stop the uncertainty. She wants him, as much as he wants her, and he can only give it to her.
He pushes himself off again, leaving her sprawled out on his bed as he stands by it, finally pushing both his pants and boxers off and leaving them in a messy pile on the floor, finding himself naked in front of her, for the very first time, and hopefully not the last. He goes to his nightstand to grab a condom, and then joins Isabelle back on the bed, fingers curling in her dress and pulling it off, gently, fingers caressing her thighs as he does. ]
Jesus Christ. [ He can't help the words falling from his lips as she's left in front of him in her lingerie, making his stomach twist with want again, his cock giving a hearthy lurch as he looks at her. ]
( it's a wicked pace that's caught hold of her heart once more, thrumming it against bounds of ribs, ankles rotating and legs smoothing along the sheets during the brief time in which he's away from her, and not once does her gaze stray. she does what she can to assist him, once he's kneeling back before her again, giving the slightest lift of hips and bottom to allow that fabric of her dress to be peeled from her curvature.
it isn't the first time she's been exposed to another, not in the least, but with the way baby looks at her... the way those praise-heavy words fall from his tongue again like he can't find anything else to possibly give her, it may as well be; causes a vibrant flush to kiss her cheeks, a restlessness evident in the way she finds it difficult to stay still beneath him.
the smile she offers is faint, tender-hearted and dare he achieve it, even shy— and she's swallowing, licking her lips, and one by one she's raising to each of her elbows, causing their noses to just nearly brush as she reaches back with a single hand, easily releasing the clasp that keeps plentiful breasts in place. )
[ When she undoes her bra, he lets out a violent noise of pure hunger, reaching out to draw the straps down her arms, eyes just as hungry as his mouth as he looks at her. He's naked, by he doesn't feel any more exposed than she is, not when she's letting him see more and more, by increments. It's so intimate, and Baby feels like he's going to burst right out of his skin.
He doesn't hesitate when he leans down, pressing his face between her breasts, hands reaching up to press them closer to his cheeks, looking about to motorboat her. He doesn't - he just stays here for a moment, breathing in the smell of her skin, before he starts kissing, turning his head and finally starting to move, until he's captured a nipple between his lips, tongue flicking against it. When he pulls away, with an obscene, wet sound, he looks up at Isabelle, as he moves himself closer, his cock sliding in the bend of her hipbone. ]
( that husky noise of his makes a home just between her thighs, causes heat to clutch around nothing, tempts lids to fall into a dazed close once more, but she doesn't let them. not when he's burrowing himself within the valley of her breasts, sensitive and pink buds already perked with the slight chill of the room in contrast to the way they burn.
a breathy moan left to hum between bitten-together lips as the warmth of his mouth closes around the bud, appreciative card of nails through his hair, attuned to every single sound— senses still teeming from how lusciously he'd not so long ago pulled her through release.
there's a snicker, but it isn't mocking, nor any sort of chide as much as it is amazement that he holds so much concern for her approval, her voiced permission. it's something to be respected, of course, though she can't imagine there would be many answers in the negative to such a request. twin palm finds itself around his lower back, tugging as to bring him closer, and if it weren't indication enough-- )
Hermoso. ( a means to take his attention, for him to truly listen to her, swiping thumb beneath the full bed of his lower lip. ) Something tells me you won't have any problems doing so.
[ And with that, he surges up for an even more intense kiss, licks at her lips, requesting entrance as he rolls his hips into hers, hand closing around the condom again. There's a part of him that wants to apologize for how eager he is, how unable he is to take his time when he is way too worked up, when he wants her so bad he is shaking with it. ]
I want you so much.
[ He whispers against her lips, fingers fumbling at the condom, but getting it open, and, as carefully as he can, rolls it over his cock, blowing out a breath as he looks down at what he's doing for a moment, looking between her breasts; an incredible view. ]
( thighs part for him to nestle perfectly between, crown of tousled strands lifting from the pillow just enough to meet the kiss with reciprocated fervor, lips parting to allow his tongue amidst the hot cave of her mouth, toying her own in a smooth dance against it. there's a soft huff in complaint as it detaches, the soothing trails of fingertips having too quickly turned to grasps against him once more, hooked around his shoulder where fingertips press into the skin.
the anticipation enflames her, breaths scattered and gaze following his own, watching as he rolls that condom onto place, a quite note of appraisal at his size hidden within a hitched inhale. the moment he's aligned himself she's tucking his sights back upward to his, two digits placed beneath his chin, noses and lips aligned and just barely grazing. she wants to watch him when he fills her, wants to lay witness to every little twitch of pleasure that takes him over.
a faint mew, brows subtly furrowing. ) I'm yours, Baby.
[ He takes it as a punch to the gut, agony and amazement all rolled into one, his eyes lifting to meet hers as he pushes inside her, slowly, inch by inch. He breathes out hard, holding the base of his cock as he slides in, all hairs on his arms rising as he does. Once he bottoms out, he stops moving, eyes blown wide and dark as he looks at her. ]
Izzy - oh.
[ He swallows hard, his voice sounding wrecked, and he gives a tiny roll of his hips, his hands fitting around hers, holding her against him, like he's worried she's going to move away. He's already sweating again, and he clenches his jaw as he starts moving, sliding out of Isabelle almost all the way before moving back back in, hard and deep. ]
( breath holds itself at the back of her throat as plush tip sinks into her, stretching her apart inch by inch, walls responding in kind by hugging themselves around his width, mouth slowly— slowly falling into the gape of a silent vowel. it's the moment he gives that last, little push to leave him to her hilt that it's expelled, a crisp pant causing chest to tremble, every surface inch of her skin alive and humming with so palpable a want. )
G-od, cari. ( she's thankful for the clutch of steady hands to her hips, for something to keep a body that begs to write still to better feel every bit of vigor he fucks her with, and the withdraw is made all the sweeter by the way he punctuates that second thrust, dark hues rolling heavenward, nails leaving lithe, red swells along the plane of his back as they graze downward.
she's hungry for it, needs him, every ounce of energy renewed in full by how incredible it is, how full she feels. ) Yes.
[ Every move of her body is encouragement, and pushes Baby to move harder, faster, his very tenuous grasp on control slipping fast and far, and he buries his face in her neck again, hips snapping into hers now, his moves shorter but harder. His hands slip down along her legs a little, just touching as he licks at her skin, eyes closed tight.
He's talking now, or maybe he's singing, he's not entirely sure, humming nonsensical words and melodies, expressing out loud he music she's writing in his head, a symphony building the two of them, music of skin moving against skin, moans and groans and Spanish and English and the most beautiful person he's ever seen in his life, against him, under him, all over him, under his skin.
She feels so good, so incredibly tight and hot and he wants to never not be inside her. It's almost too much, and he moves his hands again, up along her sides, hands squeezing at her curves, wanting to memorize every inch of her, wanting to map her out in his mind, wanting to find out every single way he can make her moan. ]
( he doesn't leave room for any pleas to stumble across her tongue for more— harder, faster, anything —he's already taken her under, a mutual desperation moving their bodies of their own accord, impossibly in sync as hips begin to roll up in time with his own, despite his grasp. she knows he can feel, taste the wild thrum of her pulse against his tongue as he discovers her neck anew, lays affection to it that she barely registers given the swell of pressure every time he jars her upward, and she wants him aware of it.
wants him to witness exactly what he's doing to her.
single hand falls to the sheets beside her head where she finds clasp of soft cotton, tugging it toward her. it's all garnering for her attention: the quiet smacks of skin on skin every time his hips meld flush with hers once more, how their breaths trip in time with the rhythm, moans and whimpers left only to stutter to gasps. his name intermixes within, tilting head in order to drag brims across the rim of his ear. )
[ His hips stutter against hers when he hears his name on her lips, a spare second of clarity making him wish she knew his real one, wondering what Miles would sound like on her tongue right now. Every time her insides grip around his cock, he lets out another noise, his lungs on fire as he pants harshly against her skin.
A dream come true; an impossibility, a moment in time he is not sure he will ever live through again, so he keeps on cataloging everything about her, his mouth moving downwards to her breasts again, teeth tugging ever so lightly at her nipples, one after the other. He's bent over her body, every thrust bringing him closer to what he knows will he an explosive orgasm, the most potent of his entire life.
His nose traces the rune between her breasts, his lips dragging against it afterwards, trying to find out if the skin there is more sensitive than in other places. He angles his hips so that he can try to rub his cock against her clit every time he moves out, wanting her as close as he feels, overstimulated and a little wild. ]
( she hugs her thighs to each side of him, calves locked to keep herself anchored to that bed, moving nowhere but with him and providing just enough resistance to make every hit of his hips that much harder. she's clinging to the blade of his shoulder, crescent of nails leaving their mark; he doesn't relent, doesn't so much as pause in fucking her as he brings them both helplessly closer to that edge once more.
there's so much of her that wants to put it off, wants more of him, god she doesn't know how she'll get enough now that she's witnessed the extent to how he'd treat her, how that mouth of his can't help but to wander and find every way to make her shiver; teeth snaring at nipples provides a brief bite of pain to contrast those powerful tugs of pleasure threading through her midsection, gathering beneath her navel in a maddening heat.
chest arches to follow his mouth, breasts jostling to the rigor of his movements, not a single exhale escaping her that isn't laced with various octaves of moans, threads keeping her together beginning to snap one by one, whimpering around her words: ) Fuck me, Baby. God d-on't stop.
[ He doesn't want to stop, couldn't even if he did - he's far too gone, a groan rippling out of him as he keeps going, barely in control of his thrusts anymore. He feels a little animal, words completely escaping him, a being made of noises and energy.
This is it. This has to be it, the very best he can ever hope to feel. He is connected with her through everything, two people moving in sync like never before, making their own music, living and breathing and moving for each other. It's crazy and it's beautiful, and Baby moans, right into her skin, wanting to mark her with it.
She'll never be his; she's too much her own person to ever be, but in this moment it feels like she is, truly, a part of him entirely. He finds himself at the edge of a cliff, holding tight onto her, unwilling to let go as he rushes towards the precipice. And when he comes, it's expected and a surprise at the same time, his whole body seizing up as he finds his release, tipping his head back and letting out breathless gasps, thrusting into her one, two, three more times. ]
( she's too close not to break along with him, encouraged all the more by every groan, every low and wanton sound that's pulled from the cave of his chest and reverberates with nothing but need against her skin. it's all she can hear, the displaced pattering of his breath in the crook of her neck, how desperation catches at his tongue while he chases, chases, chases an end he so rightfully deserves with all he's given her.
and she wants to get him there just as much as she cries for her own release, the way his cock rubs agains the sensitive bundle of her clit with every stroke leaves that second orgasm budding beneath her abdomen, swirling lower and lower until the pressure and heat and urgency of it all is too much to keep raveled in. he comes and she can feel his hips stutter, ears finding that deafening ring as a white heat flushes across her entire figure right after that second purposeful thrust, walls contracting in a last mind-numbing throb before she's dwindled to a whimpering mess beneath him once more.
she's all breath and moans from there, body arching and quivering into him as she's taken through those maddening waves a second time, all the more exhaustively, every bit more potent than the first. for that suspended, seemingly infinite few moments in time, baby's all she knows— everything is him, pleasure electric and rich and slowly, only slowly beginning to fade. )
[ For a while, they just ride it out. Baby just holds Isabelle through it, himself trembling a little whenever another hit of endorphin rushes through his system, traveling all the way up his body, all the way to his throat, out in a moan. He presses his face into her neck, feeling his skin flush even harder now for some reason, as reality sets.
He has to move, after a while, just to get rid of the condom. He rolls off of Izzy slowly, laying kisses on her collarbones like a number of apologies. He throws the used condom in the wastebasket in a corner of his room, before he turns back to look at Izzy, once more absolutely dumbstruck by her. She's looking a little disheveled compared to her usual composure, but also glowing, still panting, limbs askew on his bed. On his bed. Where he just gave her two orgasms.
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that soft, quiet tremor to her exhale isn't only because of the orgasm he'd so determinately given to her, but the way her mouth dries to the sight of him stripping off that shirt, his lean frame giving way to creamy flesh beneath, kissed with scars just as her own. she's about to draw her touch towards them, assure him he needn't keep them covered, not from her, but then he's making a show of pink tongue curling around his fingers, her all over them, and god if she hadn't been doomed before.
she can't take her eyes away from it, unable to hide how spellbound she is by the action, just as so when he's hovering above her again, now given the opportunity to score each of her palms down along his chest, branching out to each side once she nears his midsection. ) You have me.
( words transcend far more than in the physical sense, but they can tackle that later, reaching back to release the clasp of her dress above undone zipper, pressing the material down from her shoulders, revealing the stark black lace of her bra as it's managed further out of the way, eyes with his all the while. she's driving him crazy? well, that calls for one response: ) Show me, Baby.
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His eyes travel down to her chest, her bra, which seems to barely be able to hold her breasts; he wants to see them spilling out, into his hands, touch her with his fingers and his tongue even more than he already has. She is breathtaking when dressed, and just worldbreaking half-naked.
But then she says, show me, and his breath catches in his throat. He swallows hard, finding his words slowly. ]
Do you - want to? I have condoms, I just - I wouldn't assume.
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a slow nod, wishing she could quiet all of those flaring doubts within his thoughts, searching betwixt his hues before she's cradling the side of his jaw, using it's edge to gingerly bring him closer for a delicate, lingering kiss. petals part one by one, naturally, tasting a hint of herself on his lips. )
I want you. ( admission finds itself on a whisper, and the confession is far from dirtied, wavering instead with ardency, an appetitive passion she doesn't quite know what to do with. )
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He pushes himself off again, leaving her sprawled out on his bed as he stands by it, finally pushing both his pants and boxers off and leaving them in a messy pile on the floor, finding himself naked in front of her, for the very first time, and hopefully not the last. He goes to his nightstand to grab a condom, and then joins Isabelle back on the bed, fingers curling in her dress and pulling it off, gently, fingers caressing her thighs as he does. ]
Jesus Christ. [ He can't help the words falling from his lips as she's left in front of him in her lingerie, making his stomach twist with want again, his cock giving a hearthy lurch as he looks at her. ]
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it isn't the first time she's been exposed to another, not in the least, but with the way baby looks at her... the way those praise-heavy words fall from his tongue again like he can't find anything else to possibly give her, it may as well be; causes a vibrant flush to kiss her cheeks, a restlessness evident in the way she finds it difficult to stay still beneath him.
the smile she offers is faint, tender-hearted and dare he achieve it, even shy— and she's swallowing, licking her lips, and one by one she's raising to each of her elbows, causing their noses to just nearly brush as she reaches back with a single hand, easily releasing the clasp that keeps plentiful breasts in place. )
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He doesn't hesitate when he leans down, pressing his face between her breasts, hands reaching up to press them closer to his cheeks, looking about to motorboat her. He doesn't - he just stays here for a moment, breathing in the smell of her skin, before he starts kissing, turning his head and finally starting to move, until he's captured a nipple between his lips, tongue flicking against it. When he pulls away, with an obscene, wet sound, he looks up at Isabelle, as he moves himself closer, his cock sliding in the bend of her hipbone. ]
Could I make you come again?
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a breathy moan left to hum between bitten-together lips as the warmth of his mouth closes around the bud, appreciative card of nails through his hair, attuned to every single sound— senses still teeming from how lusciously he'd not so long ago pulled her through release.
there's a snicker, but it isn't mocking, nor any sort of chide as much as it is amazement that he holds so much concern for her approval, her voiced permission. it's something to be respected, of course, though she can't imagine there would be many answers in the negative to such a request. twin palm finds itself around his lower back, tugging as to bring him closer, and if it weren't indication enough-- )
Hermoso. ( a means to take his attention, for him to truly listen to her, swiping thumb beneath the full bed of his lower lip. ) Something tells me you won't have any problems doing so.
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[ And with that, he surges up for an even more intense kiss, licks at her lips, requesting entrance as he rolls his hips into hers, hand closing around the condom again. There's a part of him that wants to apologize for how eager he is, how unable he is to take his time when he is way too worked up, when he wants her so bad he is shaking with it. ]
I want you so much.
[ He whispers against her lips, fingers fumbling at the condom, but getting it open, and, as carefully as he can, rolls it over his cock, blowing out a breath as he looks down at what he's doing for a moment, looking between her breasts; an incredible view. ]
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the anticipation enflames her, breaths scattered and gaze following his own, watching as he rolls that condom onto place, a quite note of appraisal at his size hidden within a hitched inhale. the moment he's aligned himself she's tucking his sights back upward to his, two digits placed beneath his chin, noses and lips aligned and just barely grazing. she wants to watch him when he fills her, wants to lay witness to every little twitch of pleasure that takes him over.
a faint mew, brows subtly furrowing. ) I'm yours, Baby.
( and he can take that as he will. )
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Izzy - oh.
[ He swallows hard, his voice sounding wrecked, and he gives a tiny roll of his hips, his hands fitting around hers, holding her against him, like he's worried she's going to move away. He's already sweating again, and he clenches his jaw as he starts moving, sliding out of Isabelle almost all the way before moving back back in, hard and deep. ]
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G-od, cari. ( she's thankful for the clutch of steady hands to her hips, for something to keep a body that begs to write still to better feel every bit of vigor he fucks her with, and the withdraw is made all the sweeter by the way he punctuates that second thrust, dark hues rolling heavenward, nails leaving lithe, red swells along the plane of his back as they graze downward.
she's hungry for it, needs him, every ounce of energy renewed in full by how incredible it is, how full she feels. ) Yes.
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He's talking now, or maybe he's singing, he's not entirely sure, humming nonsensical words and melodies, expressing out loud he music she's writing in his head, a symphony building the two of them, music of skin moving against skin, moans and groans and Spanish and English and the most beautiful person he's ever seen in his life, against him, under him, all over him, under his skin.
She feels so good, so incredibly tight and hot and he wants to never not be inside her. It's almost too much, and he moves his hands again, up along her sides, hands squeezing at her curves, wanting to memorize every inch of her, wanting to map her out in his mind, wanting to find out every single way he can make her moan. ]
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wants him to witness exactly what he's doing to her.
single hand falls to the sheets beside her head where she finds clasp of soft cotton, tugging it toward her. it's all garnering for her attention: the quiet smacks of skin on skin every time his hips meld flush with hers once more, how their breaths trip in time with the rhythm, moans and whimpers left only to stutter to gasps. his name intermixes within, tilting head in order to drag brims across the rim of his ear. )
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A dream come true; an impossibility, a moment in time he is not sure he will ever live through again, so he keeps on cataloging everything about her, his mouth moving downwards to her breasts again, teeth tugging ever so lightly at her nipples, one after the other. He's bent over her body, every thrust bringing him closer to what he knows will he an explosive orgasm, the most potent of his entire life.
His nose traces the rune between her breasts, his lips dragging against it afterwards, trying to find out if the skin there is more sensitive than in other places. He angles his hips so that he can try to rub his cock against her clit every time he moves out, wanting her as close as he feels, overstimulated and a little wild. ]
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there's so much of her that wants to put it off, wants more of him, god she doesn't know how she'll get enough now that she's witnessed the extent to how he'd treat her, how that mouth of his can't help but to wander and find every way to make her shiver; teeth snaring at nipples provides a brief bite of pain to contrast those powerful tugs of pleasure threading through her midsection, gathering beneath her navel in a maddening heat.
chest arches to follow his mouth, breasts jostling to the rigor of his movements, not a single exhale escaping her that isn't laced with various octaves of moans, threads keeping her together beginning to snap one by one, whimpering around her words: ) Fuck me, Baby. God d-on't stop.
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This is it. This has to be it, the very best he can ever hope to feel. He is connected with her through everything, two people moving in sync like never before, making their own music, living and breathing and moving for each other. It's crazy and it's beautiful, and Baby moans, right into her skin, wanting to mark her with it.
She'll never be his; she's too much her own person to ever be, but in this moment it feels like she is, truly, a part of him entirely. He finds himself at the edge of a cliff, holding tight onto her, unwilling to let go as he rushes towards the precipice. And when he comes, it's expected and a surprise at the same time, his whole body seizing up as he finds his release, tipping his head back and letting out breathless gasps, thrusting into her one, two, three more times. ]
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and she wants to get him there just as much as she cries for her own release, the way his cock rubs agains the sensitive bundle of her clit with every stroke leaves that second orgasm budding beneath her abdomen, swirling lower and lower until the pressure and heat and urgency of it all is too much to keep raveled in. he comes and she can feel his hips stutter, ears finding that deafening ring as a white heat flushes across her entire figure right after that second purposeful thrust, walls contracting in a last mind-numbing throb before she's dwindled to a whimpering mess beneath him once more.
she's all breath and moans from there, body arching and quivering into him as she's taken through those maddening waves a second time, all the more exhaustively, every bit more potent than the first. for that suspended, seemingly infinite few moments in time, baby's all she knows— everything is him, pleasure electric and rich and slowly, only slowly beginning to fade. )
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He has to move, after a while, just to get rid of the condom. He rolls off of Izzy slowly, laying kisses on her collarbones like a number of apologies. He throws the used condom in the wastebasket in a corner of his room, before he turns back to look at Izzy, once more absolutely dumbstruck by her. She's looking a little disheveled compared to her usual composure, but also glowing, still panting, limbs askew on his bed. On his bed. Where he just gave her two orgasms.
Holy shit. ]
Wow.