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Izzy gave him a stern look. “Oh, you’re going to get it!”
She reached out to slap his arm. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her in close so she was pressed against his chest. He leaned down and whispered, “That’s the plan, Izzy.”
Chapter 22
He’d broken the speed limit on the way home and now it was practically a race up the front steps. Caleb unlocked the door and stepped inside first. He reached behind him and pulled her in after him. The front door closed with a thud and he snapped the deadbolt. Inside the house, Caleb shed his jacket and Izzy followed suit. He gripped her hips as they passed through the doorway and into the darkened bedroom.
“You have that look in your eye,” she told him.
Caleb pulled her close and pressed his lips to her throat. “What look?”
“The battering ram look.”
“You deserve it,” he told her, sweeping her hair off her shoulder.
“With that attitude, you’ll never learn. Here,” she said with a sly grin, “let me show you.”
Caleb complied as she pushed his hands away. She took hold of the waistband of his jeans and unbuttoned them. “Slow and steady wins the race, Barnes.”
“I don’t need lessons, Izzy,” he replied as she slid down his zipper excruciatingly slowly. She pushed his jeans and briefs down to this thighs.
“Just shut up and take notes,” she told him.
She hooked her leg around his ankles and pushed on his chest. He was hobbled by his state of half-undress and blocked by the bed behind him. He couldn’t stop himself from falling backwards. He landed on the bed as Izzy sank to her knees in front of him.
“Gently does it,” she told him despite the fact that she’d just thrown him down. She gripped his cock in her hand and stroked him. He groaned. Her hands were surprisingly soft. He wondered how he hadn’t noticed that before. She cupped his balls with her other hand and squeezed.
“Goddamn,” he whispered hoarsely. She hadn’t hurt him, though. Far from it, actually. She handled all his most sensitive parts with skill and precision. He jerked a little, though, when her hot little tongue touched his slit.
“Izzy,” he breathed.
“Shh,” she told him and swirled the head.
Caleb never asked for blowjobs. It had always seemed like a douchebag thing to do. But he wasn’t paying Izzy. She definitely wanted to be here and he had to admit that from this angle she certainly looked like she was enjoying herself. He watched with rapt attention as she swept her lips along the ridge. A single drop of pre-cum beaded on the head. She let it fall on her tongue.
“Goddamn, woman,” he said quietly as she took him in her mouth, moaning appreciatively as she slid him in.
She worked his shaft as her fingertips lightly brushed his heavy sac underneath. Caleb’s hands gripped the sheets on either side of him. This was a serious test of his control right here. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a woman’s mouth on him, but he knew it had never been with anyone as beautiful as the one who was attending to him now.
She took him all the way and then back out, dragging her lips and tongue along the length of him. It was a gentle, maddeningly slow fucking unlike anything Caleb was used to. He never wanted it to end, but of course it had to, and fairly quickly or he was going to come to his end and he wasn’t quite ready for that. He let go of the sheets and put his hands on her shoulders. “Enough,” he said as he gently pushed her back.
Izzy licked her lips and smiled up at him. “You sure?”
Caleb took her by the arms, pulled her up, and laid her on the bed next to him. “I think I got it.” He yanked off her jeans and panties and tossed them aside. Her soft, white skin nearly glowed in the moonlight. He grabbed her knees and shoved them apart roughly. She gasped. “What was it? Oh, right,” he teased. “Nice and gentle, I remember.”
He lowered himself between her legs and cupped her there, pressing his fingers against her mound. Izzy moaned and raised her hips off the mattress. “Now you slip it in,” he announced, parting her lips with his left hand. “Slowly. Gotta remember slowly.” With his right hand, he ran his fingers across her opening and pushed the middle one inside her, just a bit past the first knuckle. “You want to go in slow and find the sweet spot.” He slid into her by degrees, listening to her sharp breathing. “Hmmm,” he teased. “Let’s see if I can find it.”
He curled the finger back toward himself until she gasped.
“Oh, God!” she cried.
“Finesse it. Isn’t that what you do?” he asked her as he pumped his finger in and out, grazing the pad along her sweet spot each time, he pulled out and pushed back in. “Just gently,” he crooned. “Until it gives way.”
