Page 103 of Until Then

“Your heart is beating so fast.” She sounds surprised by that.

“It is,” I confirm, holding back a smirk.

“Mine, too,” she whispers, drawing her thumb around my nipple. “You know, I’ve never told a man I loved him before.”

“Fuck.” I drop my head back. “That might be the sexiest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“You’re special, Derrick. I don’t think you see it, but you are.”

My chest tightens. I want to tell her she’s wrong. That she’s the one who’s special, but before I can, she drops to her knees. She makes easy work of my belt, then yanks my pants down my thighs.

Head dropped back, I bite out her name. “Izzy.”

She rubs her hand over my cock where it strains against the fabric of my boxer-briefs.

“Shh,” she hushes. “Just watch.”

Slowly, with her eyes locked on mine, she slides my underwear down, freeing my cock. It bobs between us. Grabbing it at the base, she gives it a squeeze.

“I want you to fuck me hard and fast.”

I open my mouth to protest, but she shushes me.

“And when we get home, we’ll go slow. Got it?”

I nod, swallowing. “Whatever my girl wants.”

Her lips curl up. “I like the sound of that.”

“Getting what you want?”

“No. Being your girl.” With that, she takes my cock into her mouth, using her hand to apply pressure at the base. Then she pulls back slightly and licks the tip.

“I love your cock,” she whispers the confession. “So much.”

Jesus.

That alone makes my knees so weak I have to lean against the wall to stay upright. This girl and the things she says. They threaten to undo me.

I thought I could handle anything until Hurricane Izzy came along. Now, I’m just along for the ride.

She licks and sucks me, teasing me until my balls are tight and tingles shoot up my spine.

“Izzy,” I warn with a gruff exhale. “Get up.”

She doesn’t listen.

“Get up,” I repeat, grasping her hair gently.

She still doesn’t stop.

“Izzy, if you want me to fuck you, you’re going to have to stop sucking my cock.”

Finally, she pulls back with a pop, wiping at her mouth with her thumb, her eyes hooded and her chest heaving with heavy breaths.

“C’mere.” I grip her elbows and guide her to her feet, noticing that her knees are a little red from the floor. Dammit, I feel like an asshole for not making her stop sooner. “Lean over here.” I direct her to the window ledge.

“Mm,” she hums, wiggling her butt. “Sex with a view. I like it.”

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