Swooping in, he took her lips. Kissing her nose. His hands moving quickly to remove her T-shirt and bra. Pausing to take a moment to absorb the sight of her naked body, he slowly stroked a finger down the hollow of her neck to the space between her breasts.
She had filled out more since they were last in bed together. This time she was all woman. Slightly fuller breast, a slight curve of her hips, confident, in a word gorgeous. Circling her nipple with his finger before sucking the hard nub into his mouth. They both moaned, her hands moved to grip his hair tightly. Pulling him closer. Her hips rocked up to meet his.
As quickly as he had removed her shirt and bra, he removed the clothes from her bottom half of her body. Lightly running his fingers along her intimate folds. Izzy softly moaned. Pushing a little harder, he circled her clit before pushing a single finger inside of her. Jesus, her pussy is as tight as it was in Cabo. Alex worked his finger in and out of her slowly, adding a second after a few strokes. Bringing his lips to her straining nipple, he sucked hard.
“Alex.” She whimpered, working her hips into his hand.
“Right here, baby. Now tell me what you like, last time we were together you were a virgin. Now that you have more experience, tell me what makes you feel good.” He spoke softly against her chest. She tensed a little after he spoke, maybe she was uncomfortable vocalizing what she wanted in bed. Alex figured he would vocalize enough for both of them.
“If I have to draw you a map on how to get a girl off, then I need to rethink this arrangement.” Izzy quipped back.
Alex chuckled a little. “Oh, I am sure I can figure the map out on my own.” Now he was on a mission to prove to her just how good he was at reading her body. Returning his mouth to her nipples, he licked, sucked and bit.
Moving down her body, he kissed her belly, teased the top of her mound and kissed her inner thighs before settling his head between her legs. Circling her clit, again, this time with his tongue earned him another plea from Izzy. Not in any kind of hurry to get her off, he took his time tasting her. His tongue pierced her entrance slowly a few times before moving on to explore the rest of her.
Wiggling under him, she breathlessly uttered her demand. "Alex, either get me off or move out of my way so I can do it myself! I can't take it anymore!"
Moving back to kneel between her legs, he rested his hands on her slim thighs. "That is every guy’s fantasy to watch a beautiful woman fuck herself." His eyes were fixed at the apex of her legs. "Please baby, let me watch you make yourself come apart."
With no hesitation, a testament to how desperate he made her, her hand slid down her body. Her eyes on his. She began to stroke her clit with wild abandonment. Her left hand playing with her nipple. Her back arched as she plunged two slim fingers into herself. "Oh, yes." With that she shattered around her own hand. It was the sexiest thing Alex had ever seen.
Standing in one fluid motion he ripped off his own clothes. Crawling the length of her body, kissing her as he moved to lay on her. Pausing to look into her eyes, he held her cheek in his hand, to his surprise and delight she leaned into his touch. Even with his cock demanding attention, Alex slowed, kissing her lovingly in response to the look in her eyes.
Soon the kiss took on a life of its own, growing deep and needy. Breaking from her lips, he grabbed a condom from the nightstand drawer and sheathed his throbbing member. With a deep breath, and a small prayer he would last long enough to bring her to orgasm he started to push into her. Resting his forehead on hers, her hand on his cheek, their eyes locked. The connection between the two of them was strong.
Mine! Alex wanted to scream to the world. He had never been possessive of a woman he was with, no matter how long he was with her, until Izzy. That possessiveness and feeling of home with her, were the reasons he ran from her that night. They were also the reasons he was drawn to her now.
"Harder." Izzy whispered.
Alex wanted this connection to last forever, but both of their bodies were demanding release. He thrust into her harder and faster, sitting up a little to gain the leverage he needed. "Izzy, you feel so good. All warm and tight!" The telltale tingling began at the base of his spine, urging him on.
Reaching between them he pinched her clit. "Alex!" She screamed as her pussy gripped his dick with strong pulses.
"Oh fuck, Izzy!" He mumbled as he let go, allowing the pleasure to wash over his body. Spilling everything he had into the condom. His mind and body finally at peace.
They clung to each other as the pleasure of their coupling washed through their systems. Alex knew now without a doubt he had to find a way to keep her. Make her his forever.
~*~*~*~
Stretching her body, Izzy felt sore in areas that have not been sore in so very long. She smiled to herself until a large warm arm wrapped around her middle. He is still with me! Well, duh, this is his place. Idiot! She wondered if they had started this little agreement at her place if he would have left her again. The thought made her sad and her body stiffen. This was a mistake. She couldn’t go through this with him again. Time to bring up the bitch shields again.
Rolling into him, she pretended to look at the clock when he went to kiss her. “Fuck, I have to go.” She said, pretending she had somewhere important to be was her only way out of his penthouse. As she began to pull herself from his arms, she leaned over and kissed his cheek, “Thanks for….um….last night. I have to go; things to do.”
Before she even had one foot on the ground he was pulling her under him. Nuzzling her neck, he whispered in that sultry voice she loved, “Babe, its Sunday. Nothing on a Sunday is important enough to get out of bed at,” he glanced at the clock, “nine in the morning.” He kissed her neck and sucked on her earlobe. “Plus I’m not done with you.”
Pushing him back so she could look him in the face. “You fucked me three times last night!” She couldn’t help herself, she smiled at the end.
Smiling back, he leaned in, “I need to make my month with you count.”
That was an odd statement she thought. Count how? Maybe he was used to being with several different girls a day or something. Or maybe he just had the sex drive of a teenager. She wasn’t quite sure. And she didn’t want to question him.
Her mind went blank when his fingers twisted into her. Even if her mind wanted to put distance between them her body was on board with the idea of round four! Her mind was struggling to gain control again. “Alex, I…I…have things I need to do. Oh fuck never mind! Do that again!” Body one, mind zero.
Reaching across to the nightstand he made quick work of getting the condom out and rolling it on. “Since you are busy today, I’ll skip the warm up. Not that you needed foreplay considering how wet you are for me.” He ended his seductive sentence by licking her ear. She shiver.
Sliding into her, they both moaned. She was never going to last, all her girl parts were still very sensitive from the sex marathon they had during the night. By the sounds he was making, and the quickness of his thrusts, he was not far behind her. Her inner walls contracted, her nails clawed his back, as the intensity of the orgasm took hold.
“Izzy, Izzy oh God.” She vaguely heard in the recess of her brain as she was coming down from her high. Seconds later they were both breathing heavy, her on her back, Alex next to her on his stomach.
Looking over at him as she caught her breath, she screeched and sat up. “Shit, Alex! I’m sorry.”
The look on his face screamed confusion. “For?”
“Your back! Do you have a first aid kit or some Band-Aids?” He was now starring at her as though she had lost her ever loving mind. Sighing loudly, she leaned over and pushed on one of the marks on his back.
“Ouch! What the hell?” Alex hissed. He reminded her of a dog chasing its own tail, as he attempted several times to look at his own back.
Holding in her laughter, “I must have gotten a little too excited, your back has my nail marks all the way down it. Again, sorry.”
Shaking his head at first,
he kissed her gently, resting his hand on her cheek. “I will wear them as a badge of honor. After all, it means you had a fantastic time.”
Slapping him on the shoulder, “Only you would consider my physically injuring you in the bedroom a badge of honor.” She laughed.
“Nah, most guys would. I will have to make sure I am on skins at the next pickup basketball game so I can show them off.” He wiggled his eyebrows and kissed her quickly before rising from the bed to go to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
“You wouldn’t?” She called after him. Hearing him chuckle in response, she rose to follow him. “You have to hide the marks.” Izzy ordered as she stood in front of him naked with her hands on her hips. She was finding it difficult to pull off the pissed off bitch look when his heated eyes roamed her body.
“Nope, not going to happen.” He smirked.
“What if they ask who gave them to you? We have an agreement, not to tell anyone!” She persisted.
Coming to stand in front of her, he lifted her chin and kissed her again. She caught a quick look of sadness in his eyes before he masked it with his usual cocky attitude. “They won’t ask. They will make jokes at my expense, out of jealousy of course.” He winked and strolled passed her to his dresser. He threw on a pair of low hanging pajama bottoms.
Grabbing one of his T-shirts from the next drawer he came over to her, “Lift your arms.” Shocked by his caring tone she did as he requested. He quickly dressed her in the shirt. He chuckled a little. “It looks like a dress on you since you are so small.”
“I’m not small, you’re just too big.” Izzy retorted, immediately regretting her choice of words.
Winking at her again, “You seemed to like how big I am last night and this morning. I have the marks to prove it.” He stepped out of arm reach before she could hit him. Smart man. “Now come on I need coffee. This seductress kept waking me up for sex last night, I’m beat.”
“Sure it was all me! If I remember correctly, I was the one who woke up with your head between my legs licking away.”
“Yeah, that was fun.” He smiled, almost to himself before leaving the room. She followed after him. Coffee was a necessity at this point.
Two steps out his bedroom door they both stopped. Someone was in the kitchen humming away. "Fuck." He cursed under his breath. Turning to her, he leaned down to whisper in her ear. "You might want to go put some clothes on before you meet my mom."
"Your...your mom? No, no and hell no. I will just hide in your room until she leaves." Izzy frantically whispered back.
"Alex, come have coffee. Oh, and bring your little friend I hear you whispering to." His mom lovingly called from his kitchen.
"To late babe, time to meet my mom. Go get dressed." He lightly smacked her ass before turning toward to kitchen. "Coming mom!"
Izzy stood still for a moment in complete shock! There goes her plan of not telling anyone.
~*~*~*~
"Morning mom." Alex greeted his mother with a kiss on the cheek as he entered his kitchen. He had forgotten that she was coming over today so they could go to their monthly pedicure appointment. Something he was hoping to keep from Izzy. After all the woman could be relentless when it came to making fun of him.
"Morning baby. I made coffee. Who’s your new friend?" His mother did not sound pleased. Alice Porter thought it was time her son settled down, got married and gave her lots of grand babies. In fact, she had become very vocal on the subject over the past few months. Not that she ever approved of his revolving bedroom door. Little did she know that Alex was trying really hard, to get the girl of his dreams to fall in love with him, thus ending his bachelor life.
Sighing, he poured himself some coffee, taking a sip of the liquid wakeup call before he answered his mom. He leaned against the counter. "It's not what you think mom."
"Really? So there is not some random girl you barely know, in your room?" Alice said, giving him the same look she had when he had done something incredibly stupid or dangerous as a young boy.
"Yes, there is a girl in my bedroom, most likely freaking out over meeting you. However, she is not some random chick I picked up at a bar last night." He leaned his hands on the counter behind him, his head down. "It's Izzy, ok?" He whispered.
Alice let out a small gasp. He raised his head to look at his mother. Surprised to see her grinning from ear to ear. He walked over to her and shook his head. Whispering again, "Mom, you can't make a big deal about this when she gets out here. It will freak her out and I will lose any chance I have."
Resting her hand on his shoulder in a loving gesture, she whispered back. "Of course, honey, I promise to not say a word." Her face was lit up with pure parental joy. She may not say a word to Izzy, but her facial expressions would give away everything.
Before he could say another word to his mom, Izzy slowly came into the kitchen. Dressed in her clothing from yesterday, her hair still a little wild and her hands wringing together nervously. Pulling her hand into his he walked her over to his mom. "Mom, I would like you to meet Isabella Newport, Izzy. Izzy this is my mother, Alice."
Izzy immediately offered her hand to Alice. "It's nice to meet you ma'am."
"No honey, don't call me ma'am, call me Mama Porter like the rest of the kids, and I don't do handshakes. I do hugs." Alice pulled Izzy into a death grip of a hug. "I have heard so much about you, dear." Alex shot his mom a look and she corrected herself, "from Roni of course. It is nice to finally meet you."
A little burst of nervous laughter escaped Izzy. He noticed she hugged his mother a little tighter. “Thank you, Mama Porter.” Izzy released his mother from their long hug. “It was nice to meet you but I better get going. I have unpacking to do.”
“Alex can drive you home sweetie, I can meet up with him later.” Alice smiled brightly.
Izzy glared a little at Alex before she responded to Alice. “No need for him to drive me home. I live in this building now. Have a good day.”
Without a look back, Izzy was out his door. He knew that now that Izzy was gone, it was time to play twenty questions with his mother.
“I will go shower and we can leave in fifteen minutes.” Alex said in a preemptive strike to avoid his mother’s questions. Walking from the kitchen quickly.
“Make sure to wash your back, dear, you seem to have a few scratches.” Alice laughed.
Groaning, he locked himself in his bedroom. That had to be one of the more embarrassing moments in his life. Who wants their mother commenting on the marks left from sex? Shaking his head he went to shower and shave.
Thirty minutes later he was ready for his day out with his mom. He loved his mother, but today he didn’t want to endure her questions. Grabbing his phone from the night stand he headed out to the kitchen. “Ok, all ready. Where do you want to have lunch?”
Alice was almost vibrating with the need to dig into his life. The downfall of being a mama’s boy, meant no subject was off limits to her. Sighing, he decided to turn his attention to his phone. He unlocked the device and saw he had a few text messages. He smiled, knowing the messages where from a freaked out Izzy.
Izzy: Asshat!
Izzy: Now your mom thinks I am one of your slut bunnies!
Izzy: I knew this was a bad idea!
Izzy: You have to tell her she can’t tell everyone!
Izzy: You’re a fucker making me meet your mother like that!
Izzy: I will find a way to get even!
Laughing he looked up to see his mom staring at him in a way he never had seen. “What?”
Shaking her head, she closed the distance between them and kissed him on the cheek. “Nothing, Alex, it is nice to see you happy and in love.”
“Umm…I’m not in love.” He stuttered.
“Whatever you say dear. I give it six months before you beg that girl to marry you. And I believe it will take some begging on your part. She may love you too, but she still won’t put up with your shit. Just the type of girl you need.” Without waiting fo
r a response, she grabbed her pursed and headed out the door. “Let’s go to the Rio. I have a feeling you could use a drink.”
In shock from his mother’s take on his odd relationship with Izzy, he didn’t move. A sudden pain hit his chest. We won’t be together in six months. Shaking off the bizarre feeling of loneliness, he moved to follow his mother to the parking garage.
They quickly made it to the Rio for lunch. Barely waiting for the waiter to finish his introduction, his mother ordered two frozen strawberry margaritas. The Rio’s margaritas are so strong they have a two per customer limit. And Alex was going to need two of the magical drinks by the look on his mother’s face.
The two remained silent, using the menus as a cloak to keep from speaking. The waiter quickly returned with their margaritas, took their food orders and was off. Alex wasted no time downing half of his drink. Alice simply sipped hers. He knew she was waiting him out, willing him to talk first. Not going to happen, Mom.
“So are you going to tell me about you and Izzy?” Alice asked patiently.
“What do you want to know?” Alex replied, not brave enough to look his mother in her eyes.
“For starters when did she decide to move into the building you live in? That must be a good sign?”
Alex had spoken to his mother on more than one occasion about Izzy. Mainly after the multiple times in the past few months that she had blown him off or slapped him. He had simply been venting, never realizing that his mother was making detailed notes in her mind about his relationship with Izzy.
“She didn’t know it was my building. I never told her I had moved.” Alex wasn’t sure how his mother would react to that bit of news.
“She had no idea you lived there?”
“Nope.”
“Interesting. Well you better thank your lucky stars she has moved into your building and decided by some miracle to forgive your dumb ass for what you pulled.” Alice was never one to hold back.
Upon running into Izzy again, he did what every mama’s boy did, he ran to his mother confessing every wrong he had done and his total confusion at seeing her again. Alice did what every good mom did, and smacked him in the back of the head. Telling him she raised him better than that. Seeing his misery, Alice softened a little. She then laughed at him, telling him that he may be too old for her to punish but she had a feeling Izzy was going to take care of that anyway.
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