Gone - Anna Brooks Page 0,26
bed. I’ll be there in a minute.”
She hesitates for a second, but then I hear her footsteps fading as she reaches the door. Putting my hands on my hips, I stare up to the sky at darkness. Judy senses my mood because she comes up to me and nudges my hand.
I scratch behind her ears and try to calm myself down enough to touch Izzy again. Not that I would ever hurt her, but the level of anger coursing through me right now is insane. In my life, I have never had such a sinking, deep, hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach.
And no way am I mad at her. But the situation she’s in, and why she’s in it, the fact that she has to breathe the same air as that sleazy motherfucker… that’s what I’m pissed at.
I shut down the fire table and then go in for the night. After switching the lights off and giving Judy a treat, I walk down the hallway and find Izzy sitting on the edge of my bed. Her shoes are off, her scrubs are off, and she’s left in only her panties and the long-sleeved T-shirt she had on beneath her top. When I close the door behind me, she lifts her head from her bended knees.
As she watches, I strip down to my birthday suit, shut the light off, and climb into bed, lying on my side. “Come here.” I lift the covers and pat the mattress next to me, and she crawls up and then slides beneath the blanket, apprehension written all over her. “Clothes off.”
Immediately, she complies, lifting her arms and grabbing the bottom of her shirt to pull it off, and then wriggling her hips as she takes off the last stitch of fabric covering her pretty pussy. I haul her over to me and roll her so her back is against my chest. Her breathing pick up, and she rubs her thighs together, which is the opposite of how I want them right now. “Open.” I nudge my erection between her folds at the heart of her, and she spreads her thighs, lifting her right leg. I throw the covers off, their material hindering my movements, adjust her where I need to be, then surge inside.
“Damien, oh my God.” Her head wobbles, and she tilts her hips a bit. The new angle allows me to get balls deep and grind against her.
I fist her long hair in my hand and push up on that elbow before I anchor her hip to the bed with the other one. With long, slow punishing strokes, I make love to her and fuck her at the same time. Her body jolts with every thrust, her fists squeeze the sheet, and her mewls turn to moans. Her breath hitches in her throat, and just when her inner walls start to tremble, I pull out. “Wh… what are you doing? Don’t stop.”
My hand lands on her ass, and she screams. I do it again, leaving her skin the most delicious shade of pink. “Shit,” she squirms, but I throw my leg over hers and keep her still. I smack her again and then thrust my hips, teasing her by gliding my dick between her swollen pussy lips and grazing over her clit. “Oh, my God.”
Again, I spank her and then tease again and again. Only when she’s begging, soaking my cock, tremoring from head to toe, do I grab her hip and sink back inside. She clamps down and comes immediately, crying out my name. I can only hold out enough to let her ride her orgasm out for a few seconds before I spill inside her, thrusting deep, hard, and long.
She shivers in front of me, my dick twitches, and I reach down and yank the covers over us. I slide an arm beneath her neck, wrap one around her belly, and hold her close, keeping my cum and my cock inside her… where it belongs.
* * *
When I wake up in the morning, I’m in the same position but slid out of her sometime in the night. I loved waking up in my bed with her, but something about her being in mine is so goddamn beautiful it hurts to look at.
She probably wanted to talk about things last night, and I may have confused her, but I didn’t want words. I needed the reassurances that she was mine, that I had the right, the honor, of being the