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“Why? You think I’m a fuckboy?” I hand her the glass but don’t let go right away, forcing contact between our fingers.
“No. But I do think it’s shocking that you don’t have anyone special in your life.”
I sit down next to her, never losing eye contact. “I never said that either,” I whisper gruffly.
We both take a sip of wine– a long sip– and I set my glass down. Then I take her glass and set it down too.
And I kiss her.
I shouldn’t be doing this. She is my best friend’s daughter. I have nearly twenty years on her. But she is a woman. Every delicious, curved, gorgeous inch of her is all woman. For a split second I wonder if I’ve taken it too far.
But then she lets out an “Mm...”
Izzy moans into my mouth and I take that as a confirmation that I didn’t cross a line. When she turns her body towards mine,pressing against me and letting her jaw go slack, allowing my tongue to penetrate further into her coconut flavored mouth, I take that as confirmation too.
This isn’t just a fantasy anymore. I have Izzy Sloane in my arms, in my mouth, all over me, and I’m not dreaming. I’m not beating one out in the shower while secretly nutting at the idea of what it would be like to run my hands over her soft skin, to run my tongue over the warm slits of her wet pussy, to feel my aching, pulsing cock inside her.
This is really happening.
And it definitely isn’t just a nightcap.
“I want you, Izzy.” I say the words I have been dying to say for so, so long.
“I want you too, Ethan.”
Fuuuck me… I could blow my load just at the sound of those words. I want to hear them again.Needto hear them again.
“How do you ask?” I nibble on her lip, my hand running from her soft jawline down her chest, stopping just above her nipples.
“I want you. Please.”
I let out a gravelly groan. “Good girl.”
I continue to kiss her– her lips, her cheeks, her neck. My hands clasp around her breasts through her dress, finding her nipples through the fabric and teasing them with my thumbs until her back arches and her jaw unhinges.
“I love the way I can drive you wild, baby girl. I love the way you taste. Like honey. Your curves are like honey too. Thick. Full.Mine.”
“Just don’t stop,” she begs.
I grin and reach for a small remote on the side table, adjusting the lights on the dimmer. But when I do, Izzy stops, opening her eyes and looking around.
“Why did you make it brighter?” She asks.
I take her dress by the hem and lift it over her head, tossing it across the room. “Because, I want to see you. I have waited so long to see you and I don’t want to miss a single detail. You’re fucking gorgeous, sweetheart. Let me look at you. Let me have you.”
Izzy tries to hide behind crossed arms but I take her wrists and pull them aside.
Then I undo her bra. “All of you.”
For a moment we just look at each other, our chests rising and falling with jagged, heated breaths. The air between our mouths grows thicker with every exhale. I’m about to cover her mouth with mine again when she stands up. I turn to watch as Izzy keeps her gaze intensely locked on my mine. Then she hooks her thumbs into the band of her panties and bends over, eyes still on me, and slips them off.
“My fucking god, you are gorgeous, Izzy.” I say. Then I motion to her. “Now get over here.”
I sit back on the couch and Izzy straddles me, hovering over me while I free my dick from my pants. Fuck these slacks, by the way. I’m burning them as soon as the night is over. Izzy hangs onto me, pumping her hand up and down my shaft for a moment.
I groan and dig my fingers into her hips. “Do you like that, baby girl? Do you like the way I feel in your hand?”
“Yes…”