Page 104 of Until Then

Shoving her skirt up, I let out a growl. “Izzy?”

Peeking over her shoulder, she sinks her teeth into her lip. “Yes?” She bats her eyes.

My words are choked, but I force them out. “Where the fuck is your underwear?”

She smiles so bright I’m nearly blinded. “At home.”

I give her ass a light smack. “Don’t do that.”

“Why not?” She gives a soft laugh that turns into a moan when my thumb circles her clit. “I was determined to get you to fuck me.”

Shaking my head, I stroke my cock and bring it to her entrance. “You just want to be dripping with my cum all the way home.” I thrust into her in one swift move, making her throw her head back and cry out. “You’re my dirty girl, aren’t you? You love to have my cum filling this sweet pussy, don’t you?”

She slams a hand against the windowpane in an effort to keep herself steady. “Y-yes.” The word stutters out of her. “Oh, God. Derrick.” My name is a whimper.

Fuck, I long to hear it again. “Say my name, baby. Tell me how much you want me.”

“Derrick,” she breathes, head tipped back, neck elongated. “I love you.”

“Fuck, baby.” I grip her hips, fucking her hard and fast. I’m not going to last long, but that’s okay. We have all night.

We have the rest of our lives.

She gasps, her hand on the glass splaying wider. “I’m so close.”

“Rub your clit,” I tell her. “I’m almost there, too.”

She obeys, and her cries echo through the lighthouse. “Fuck! Derrick!”

The pulsating grip of her pussy sends me careening over the edge. I come, leaning over the back of her body as I fill her.

As I come back down to earth and blink into reality, I brush her hair off her neck and kiss the skin there, finding it damp with sweat. “I love you,” I murmur, needing her to hear it. To feel it.

She’s quiet for a moment and then, “Enough to carry me out of here? I’m not sure I can walk.”

Chuckling, my heart feeling lighter than it has in years, I pull out of her and yank up my underwear and pants. “I can try.”

“Mm.” She gives a tired hum, pressing her forehead against the glass.

I tug her skirt back down and spin in search of her shirt. Once I’ve located it and helped her into it, I snag my own off the wooden floorboards. With our clothes righted, we take a moment to catch our breath and look out over the water one more time. Then we carefully take the stairs down to the exit.

“Is there some kind of club for that?” she asks when we’re safely in the truck.

“Huh?” I ask, my mind still scrambled from the unbelievable orgasm, as I adjust the AC.

“Well”—she turns her head lazily my way—“there’s themile high club for sex on a plane. Is there something similar for lighthouses?”

I chuckle, turning out of the parking lot. “I doubt it.”

“There should be.”

She smiles over me, and even though the sun is almost gone, it shines directly upon me. That’s exactly what Izzy is—my own personal sun.

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IZZY

“No.”

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