Page 67 of Night and Day
Mia stared at the bulge in his jeans, hot and cold, suddenly hyper aware of her own less-than-toned body. Izzy crept closer, grabbing the hem of her T-shirt, eyes sparkling with mischief. Mia stuck her arms down at her sides, her courage wavering. “I don’t have a six pack.”
“Believe it or not, a six pack is not what I’m looking for in a woman.” He slipped his hand under the shirt, his touch unbearably light, eyes searching.
Mia yanked off her T-shirt and threw it on the floor. She’d already had a taste of him and she needed more. She needed everything.
Izzy’s gaze swept across her and his eyes glazed over. He sucked in a breath and his hands secured around her waist. Agonisingly slowly, he lowered his mouth onto hers, his rough beard rubbing against her chin. Desperate for more, she responded by tasting him, submitting to every move he made. A fire surged through her, escaping as a ragged whimper. She felt a shiver pass through both of them, his hardness throbbing against her stomach. His touch was anything but light, yet she could feel him holding back, handling her like a glass bowl, afraid to break her.
She led them on the nearby couch, pulling Izzy on top of her. He balanced his weight on his arm, careful not to crush her. He kissed her again, then lowered his mouth to her breasts, giving each nipple a delicious suckle before he pulled back to stare at her in awe. “You’re so perfect,” he grumbled, his voice thicker than ever before.
His hand traced the soft curve of her belly. “I’ll get into shape when back into my routine,” she whispered.
His giant hand paused on her waist, so tantalisingly close to where she needed him that her entire body tingled with anticipation. His eyes narrowed at her. “Are you apologising for this body? Because if you are, please stop.” His lips lowered on her nipple and sucked it in, sending a hot surge of need between her thighs.
Mia shuddered from his reassuring words and the incredible sensation of his mouth as it trailed down her torso, his beard tickling her as he tasted her skin, moving with reverent enthusiasm. Hearing the sounds of his uninhibited arousal relaxed her and she spread her knees wider as he moved down from her bellybutton.
His fingers pried the waistband of her underwear.
“Do you have a condom?” she asked.
“Yeah, but...” He reluctantly pulled away. “Do they expire?”
Her eyes widened. “In... five years? I think they do.”
“Then I need to run upstairs real quick.”
He left her on the couch and disappeared up the stairs, shirtless, jeans hanging low on his hips. Mia’s excitement erupted in laughter, and she hoped Deke was a sound sleeper. She rushed to the bathroom, quickly checking her face, hair, armpits (no unseemly smell) and bikini line (due for a shave, but oh well). Hearing Izzy’s footsteps, she met him at the bedroom door.
“Second thoughts?” He asked, holding a strip of condoms, jeans riding so low that she could see his strained boxer shorts.
“I can’t even form first thoughts.” She unzipped his jeans and helped him out of them.
He flashed her a wicked smile, grabbing her behind the knees so that she fell on her back onto the bed, letting out a yelp. In seconds, he was on top of her, stealing kisses, his breath hot in her ear. “So, you’ve been thinking about it? It’s not just me?”
“So many times. I wish I’d bought more panties. I have to change them all the time. It’s not funny.”
He growled in her ear. “Oh, no. You can’t say stuff like that. I want to last.”
“I don’t care. We’ll have a snack and do it again.”
“I like the way you think.” Izzy peeled off her underwear, smiling as his fingers brushed against the evidence. She saw his massive hard-on grow even bigger, stretching the boxers out of shape. When he finally took them off, she stifled a gasp. Seeing his huge, toned body in all its glory, hovering over her, she could only stare. No other reaction was appropriate, or possible. She drank him in and memorised the shapes of his muscles, the incredible power and beauty of those hard angles.
He stared back at her, his gaze dipping between her legs, open and hungry. “Can I taste you?”
“Yes.” Mia swallowed and he placed a tentative kiss on her inner thigh, then another one, moving incrementally closer, his lips leaving behind tingling rings, like tiny fires along her skin. They grew and joined, building up into an inferno inside her, a pulsing in her core that echoed in her ears.
“So much yes,” Mia gasped. She’d lost her grasp of English language. She couldn’t even produce coherent thoughts in her native tongue. Oh... tongue.
“So much yes?” He repeated, a smile in his voice.
He trailed up her leg, his hot breath arriving at her centre.
She could hardly stand it. “Yes,” she panted again. “Please.”
Her muscles tensed as she turned into a throbbing bundle of need. His tongue worked with a skill and precision she hadn’t expected, sending her mind into oblivion. Her toes flexed against the edge of the bed as wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure surged through her, tensing and relaxing her spine as she climbed higher and higher, unable to think anything at all.
“You taste incredible,” he rasped.
The tension built in her core and she whimpered like an animal, her own voice foreign to her ears. “Stop, or I’ll...” She heaved a sigh, trying to get up, but he laid her back down.
