Despite her stature, when I was in bed with Izzy, I knew when she was in charge. When she pushed me down onto the bed, she was on top of me with a giggle, then looked into my eyes with bright eyes and a wide smile.

               "This is never going to get old," she whispered before leaning in and giving me a soft kiss.

               She was right. Every time we were together, it got better and better, making me think that the emotional connection we felt was feeding the physical because it just felt so good to be making love to this woman. There was no hesitation anymore. No more nerves. Izzy had overcome all of that and cared for nothing more than making me happy every time we were in this position. I was doing the same for her of course, because nothing was better than hearing the sounds she made in bed and knowing that I was the one getting her to make them.

               The kisses were gentle at first, but quickly grew hotter as the teasing that we'd endured throughout the last few days caught up to us. I needed her. I needed to feel her trembling body against mine. I needed to feel her ravishing me with her mouth and hands. I needed to feel her nails on my back or her hands gripping my hips.

               I needed Izzy like a drug. She was the only cure for the wanton desire that was coursing through my veins, and she knew it.

               She started to work her way down my body, her mouth leaving kisses, licks and bites in all of my most sensitive spots. She had been right when she told me we couldn't before the shoot was done, because I knew that she was going to leave little welts, scratches and bites all over me before the night was out. She growled when she reached my breasts. She'd always loved them, and the sight of her sucking happily on one of my nipples while squeezing the other breast was always one of my favorite visions. I don't know why she loved them so much, though maybe it was just because she knew how sensitive they were and loved to drive me insane.

               Because she did.

               I had already been soaking wet when she pushed me down onto the bed, but now I was worried she'd shoot off the bed like I was some sort of a water slide! But she didn't care. If anything, it made her next actions even easier.

               She sucked hard, pulling up on my nipple before letting go with an audible pop and giggling as my breast jiggled while returning to its regularly scheduled location. "I wanna try something that Miki told me about. Is that okay?"

               I nodded rapidly, remembering the tongue tricks that I still wanted to try and learn myself. "What do you need me to do?

               She grinned down at me. "Just stay right there! But pretty soon I'll have something for you to do!"

               Curious, I watched until she got down between my legs, then threw her right leg over my left leg and looked down as she tried to see if our cores would line up. I knew right away what she was doing, as I never had any success in this at all in the past. But I'd let her try and see if she had fun. I knew that we'd have lot of other options.

               "Don't be upset if this doesn't work, okay?" I assured her.

               She looked at me with a smile. "I know. Miki said it doesn't work for everyone. I guess it depends on how your bodies are built and not everybody lined up the same," she agreed while lifting my right leg and holding it tight against her torso.

               I was glad that she wasn't expecting a miracle, because I didn't want her to be.... Oh fuck! I let out an involuntary moan as she rolled her hips against mine and I felt her slippery core rubbing over mine. She didn't hesitate at all but kept it up. Rocking her hips back and forth and making me spasm already. I couldn't even describe the feeling; I just knew that it seemed like every part of me down there was being stimulated in a different way depending on which part of her was hitting me. I never wanted it to stop!

               "I guess it works for us!" she cried out happily, adding a few whimpers of pleasure as well.

               I'd heard of stories where two people hold hands, and they fit together like two puzzle pieces. But I'd never heard of anything where two bodies line up in the same manner and allow this amount of pleasure. As though it needed no direction from me at all, my body started to follow Izzy's movements, lifting itself up to meet each her as she ground into me and heightening our pleasure. We had both already been drenched, and now our movements together were making a delightfully naughty squelching sound and I could feel our mingled juices coating everything that it came into contact with. I was so going to lick her clean when we were done!

               But we weren't done, not by a long shot. She kept grinding into me and was hanging onto my leg like she was going to be swept away by a tide without it. I was reaching down and gripping her hips and ass, pulling her down into me with each thrust and I was almost crying because it felt so good. I have no idea how the neighbors didn't call the cops over how loud she had me screaming now, but fuck did I love the way this woman made me feel!

               "Izzy! Oh fuck! Keep going! Damnit! Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I was thrashing about on the bed now, only held down as she reached down and found my nipple with her hand making me wail until my voice started to crack. Izzy started to move faster, letting out a series of high pitched whines as our bodies started to tremble and quake together. I could feel my entire body seizing, as though I was gripped in a fist and was being popped like a balloon.

               "Trish!!" Izzy called out desperately. "I'm there! Fuck! Oh my god! Fuck me!"

               I felt a flood of fluids pouring from Izzy and I screamed out in my own pleasure. "Izzy! Yes baby! Oh fuck!"

               Our movements slowed until we were jerking spasmodically together, and Izzy slumped atop me. I pulled her close, rolling over until she was flat on her back, and we lay together alternating blissful smiles and tender kisses.

               "That was fucking incredible Izzy." I murmured into her neck, making her hum in hazy agreement. She was covered in sweat, having done most of the work for our recent bout of pleasure. "I wanna clean you up."

               Her eyes shot open as her lips twisted into a little smirk. "Only if I can do the same!"

               I happily agreed, knowing that she would have twisted herself into a pretzel to do so if I'd said no. But why would I say no? With her on her back, I turned and swung my leg over, looking back between us until my folds were within easy reach of her eager mouth. As for me, she had her legs spread, and her hips were already twitching in anticipation of me feasting upon her.

               I love being in a 69 with Izzy. Her nimble tongue and inquisitive fingers always bring me to multiple orgasms, and I always do the same for her. But it does concern me that she likes me to be on top. I have seven inches and thirty pounds on her, and she loves to pull me down and bury her entire face within my core like she's bobbing for clits instead of apples. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love it. But I do worry that I'm going to accidentally suffocate her some night!

               But then she wrapped her hand around me, gripping my ass and pulling it down until she could more easily taste every inch of me, and I just forgot all my worries in a haze of pleasure. Her own center was a glistening spread of flesh that was still coated in the juices of our previous endeavors, and I happily growled while bending my mouth to her. It was everywhere. We'd been so aroused that I could see trails of liquid down past her knees, and I happily set to licking up every last drop, only to return time and again to delve within her core and circle her clit in hopes that she'd create more of her delicious fluids for me.

               She never failed to deliver.

               Her delighted whimpers matched my own, as I felt her fingers teasing and probing within me. She had an amazing touch, somehow delicate and forceful at the same time. For instance, she'd gently rub my clit with a finger, while her tongue was exploring within me, but her other hand would be tugging on my nipple to give me just a touch of the roughness. But then she'd be more gentle and roll my nipple about while nibbling my clit and spanking my ass.

               I never knew what was next, and my body couldn't stop reacting to it. To her. To us together. Because it wasn't just what she did to me. It was also the sounds she made when reacting to what I was doing at the same time. It was the way she tasted. It was the softness of her skin. It was the way her nipples hardened under my fingers or in my mouth. It was the enthusiasm she had to do anything and everything with me.

               It was our love. Like a seasoning on a fine steak, the feelings I had for Izzy made everything better. Not just great sex, but great sex with meaning. When we lay together afterwards, her body curled into mine while we whispered our hidden dreams and secrets together, I knew she was the one I wanted to grow old with. I wished for nothing more than to have Izzy by my side every single day.

               I was going to marry this girl. I didn't know when, or where, but she would be my wife.

               She was my world.