[Izzy Montoya] Three days.
She had won three days where they have to do anything she wants. HE has to do anything she wants. For three days. That was a month or so ago, and she has yet to collect. Their relationship has changed since then, too, in ways that can only be described as better, if different. It’s something unexpected, yet something she is slipping into as if it were second nature – which scares her to fuckin’ death. But she’s giving it her all. She promised him that much.
And, she promised to collect on her three days, too.
So, she had made arrangements. Unbeknownst to him, she had called his Chief and got him the weekend off, plus a Monday recovery day. She arranged the same with Sarge, and told them that she was completely incommunicado for the duration – after all, she and Derek had just delivered a Serial Killer into his hands – AND she has Derek studying for his tests, and looking to transfer. They deserve this.
Derek, however, has zero idea where they’re going. When pressed, Izzy says simply that it’s her call, and to pack for the weekend. Oh, and put in that nice suit from the date night, too. “You might end up taking me out.” Her only explanation. Then, another surprise. She knows well Derek is something of an adrenalin junky, and what better way to get the blood pumping, but to get into one of her friends tiny little planes, and heading off into the sunset. Izzy isn’t fond of the little plane, itself, but it is for a good cause.
Her eventual pleasure.
And pleasure he will give…
So, we join our couple, hundreds of miles in the air, flying into he sunset, destinations unknown. The pilot – a friend and co-worker, that gave them a thrill with a couple barrel rolls and loop de loops until Izzy threatened to gut him – minds her wishes and keeping their eventual landing a secret, while Izzy watches the sky (so as not to think about the metal coffin they’re flying in) and holds Derek’s hand.
[Derek Anderson] She finally decided to cash on her prize and he was more than happy to oblige her. She asked him to pack for the weekend and he did, taking with him jeans, pants, t-shirts, shirts, running shoes, shoes and the suit. He had no idea where they were going so he packed more than he would’ve usually. She told him he might take her out. He had grinned back saying ” Anything for you, that’s the bet”
They are going wherever they’re going in a small plane and he’s having a blast. The pilot did a few barrels, making him grin from ear to ear.
Izzy isn’t too keen on the aerial acrobatics and holds his hand. He squeezes her hand and leans to kiss her in the neck a few times while the pilot is busy looking forward. He’s curious about their destination but in the end, it didn’t matter, what did was that they were together. He smiles to her as he says “That is one fun flight”
[Izzy Montoya] She tips her head to allow him access to her neck, a smug little grin shot toward the pilot before she closes her eyes, and then opens them again to meet Derek’s gaze – his eyes shining with delight at her little surprise, with fun and mischief. She leans in and kisses his neck, up under his jaw, before laying claim to his lips for a kiss fully intended to take his breath away, to make him forget about anything else… but her.
It’s about a four hour flight, give or take, and for part of it Izzy did her best to forget about their little deathtrap and grab a nap, curled up comfortably in Derek’s arms. She undid her belt, and turned sideways, so that she could tuck her face against his neck, and curl up against his chest, a light blanket thrown over her legs. Her breath slow and even, she let the sound of the plane, coupled with the thump of Derek’s heart, lull her to sleep.
She woke before their destination is realized, though, her breathing patterns changing the only signal of it, until she takes his hand and pulls it under the blanket, shifts position slightly, lets him feel her unzipping her pants, before she tugs his hand under the cloth and between her thighs…
[Derek Anderson] He kisses her back with such intensity that there is no mistakes. He was thinking only of her for it was the kind of kiss you usually perform in privacy. He didn’t care if the pilot was shocked or enjoyed the show. There was only Izzy and him in the plane.
The flight is long but he didn’t mind it. Izzy decides to take a nap against him. He pass his arm around her and watches her sleep for a while then looks outside, putting earphones in his ear and listening to his mp3 player while his girlfriend…yeah..he consider her his girlfriend now, slept.
She wakes up and takes his hand and brings it between her thighs, under her pants. He pull her panties aside if she has any and fingers starts to trace her labias, enjoying how warm and wet it is there.. He rubs her clit slightly, teasing it with fingertips at first then fully rubbing it. Fingers eventually made their way inside, sliding easily, curling to find her g spot and pressing on it gently, moving in and out, always touching her sensitive spot. The heel of his hand keeps a gentle pressure on her clit.
If she let him do that of course.
[Izzy Montoya] Oh, she lets him allright. In fact, she outright encourages it, parting her thighs to give him access, her breath quickening against his neck as he teases her, finding her warm, wet, and oh so willing. She moans softly against his neck, the sound a vibration against skin as she curls her hips to meet his questing fingers, her teeth and lips teasing against the skin of his neck…
There is only the two of them in the plane, for all she cares – and when she lays claim to his lips again, it proves it, as it’s with matching intensity, possession, and desire… She tugs the headphones from his ear to murmur her demand for only him to hear…
“Make me cum…”
And then there is nothing but sensation, his fingers, his teasing, him….
[Derek Anderson] He enjoys how she teases him with her teeth and lips, how good her sex feels under his touch. She can feel his sex hardening as it does every time she’s naked, every time he touches her intimately, every time she touches him that way as well. It’s not that he was easily excitable, it was simply because he found her that attractive.
She wants him to make her cum and he smiles. She can see in his eyes that he’ll enjoy doing so. He found her lips again, kissing her fiercely, fingers moving faster inside her, the heel of his hand rubbing her clit more. There was nothing but her, her wetness, her warmth, her quickening breath and her raising pleasure.
He doesn’t stop, not even when she climax. Keeping his fingers moving to make her cum long, hard and maybe more than once. Who cares if the pilot was watching or was turned on..she was his now as he was hers. Others could dream about it. He was living it and wanted to be nowhere else in the world.
[Izzy Montoya] “Oh fuck..” Her body reacts to his touch as it always does, eagerly, without reservation, his kiss stealing her cries, her free hand lifting to wrap around his neck, holding on as he does what she asks, teasing and pleasing her until she can’t control it, can’t control anything, and lets go… her climax rocking through her, shattering through her system in little fires and misfires of sensational delight… and still he doesn’t stop, but brings her right back to he edge, only to fall again…
She’s left trembling in his arms, her thighs tight around his hand, her body rocked with after shocks when the pilot – hard and aching, as much as Derek himself must be, but with zero chance of the later relief that her… lover? boyfriend?… will enjoy – announces they are approaching their destination.
And looking out the window, there’s no doubt where she’s taken him. Might even scare him a little, which might just be her intention… below them, as if laid out into the dessert for their delight… the glittering jewel.
Las Vegas.
[Derek Anderson] He grins at her reaction, knowing the pilot will definitely jack off after their gone, probably try to do on Izzy’s seat, trying to catch the smell of her sex. He slowly let go of her sex to bring his fingers to his nose and mouth, smelling and tasting her intimate juices, licking it clean from his fingers.
He was so hard right now, he wanted only to fuck her on the spot but it’ll have to wait. The lights and milestones that no one would miss are under them. Las Vegas, the city of Sin. Now they were talking. He owndered what Izzy had in mind here for so many many things could be done or obtained in Vegas.
He kisses her lips, letting her taste herself on his before saying “This will be 3 days to remember, I’m sure. So boss, what will we be doing once we land?” He looks her in the eyes, one hand reaching to caress her hair gently.
[Izzy Montoya] She kisses him, tasting herself on his lips, moaning softly, before he asks his question. Then, she simlpy smirks up at him – the one that’s slightly soft about the edges, almost a smile, and always, only, for him.
“Getting married.”
…wait what? She turns round to sit properly again as the pilot takes them in for the landing. Nothing in her face lets him know if she’s serious, or not… and she’s not letting him even get a hint… but she has to be teasing…
…right?
[Derek Anderson] He raises a brow. “what?” Now he knew she was joking, even if she brought him to the city of Elvis chapels and easy weddings. She also asked for the suit..but it could mean they were going to shows and casinos. Not get married. He knew her well enough to know that one..chances are she will never get married and second, not after being with a guy for a couple of months..hell a few weeks officially. Before they were just having fun.
He smiles, letting her keep him supposedly guessing,even if he was sure that she was kidding. One thing kept nagging him in the back of his mind. What would he say if it was true. The more he thought about it, the more he was sure of his answers and it sent chills down his spine.
He looks outside while the plan lands, smelling absently his fingers. He seems addicted to her scent. He wouldn’t do it so openly if his mind wasn’t elsewhere but still, he didn’t really care if she saw him. She knew it already.
[Izzy Montoya] That’s the beauty of ‘what if’ – it keeps him guessing, keeps him with her scent against his lips, his nose, his thoughts on her. Because she can’ be serious, she wouldn’t do such a thing… would she? If here were one way to assure that she had ammunition to stay with him as long as she wished when she went to Kora, it would be with a marriage license, and the promise of possible children.. hm? After all – he’s a fang. Presumably his family could afford to pay for he tests she would need to see if i were even possible. IF she were even interested in doing more than keeping Kora out of her love life…
It could work.
It would be terrifying.
She might be serious.
Or not. She doesn’t tell either way, just winks at him as they come in for a landing, and disembark from the plane, to find a car waiting for them on the tarmac. Izzy goes all out when she wants too, as she did for the date he won from her. This time, there’s the distinct impression this is for her own pleasure, her own comfort, her. Even if he gets to enjoy it along the way.
First stop – the hotel. It takes mere seconds for them to check into their smallish suite at the MGM Grande, and to be lead upstairs, their luggage dropped off, the bell boy tipped, and at last, they are alone in the plush – by their standards – rooms. Izzy turns to face him, and grins, stripping down to bare skin in seconds.
“We’ve two hours… Time to put your mouth where your fingers were….”
She grins up at him, and backs into the living area, before all but falling o the couch, kicking her clothing off and to the side, and spreading her thighs for him…
[Derek Anderson] He doesn’t talk much, mind on the question of what if she was serious. In the car he keep his hand on her thigh, watching her a little, looking outside to enjoy the scenery the rest of the time. The enter the hotel,checks in and then enter their room.
He smiles as Izzy strips and asks for him to pleasure her again ” Your wish is my command”
He undresses too, his sex semi hard, quickly hardening to it’s fullest as he kneels in front of her open thighs, appreciating how good her sex looks. He leans to breathe in the scent of her, of her arousal and then kisses all around her sex, licking her sensitive skin, teasing her. Eventually, he kisses her labia then her clit, teasing the latter with the tip of his tongue, flicking it a little.
His tongue slides deep inside her, licking her, tasting her juices for some time then his lips move to her clit to suck on it while fingers slide inside her, curl once more to stimulate her sensitive spot. His tongue starts to lick her clit, fingers moving in and out, rubbing her g spot, slow at first than faster.
He might love her ass, but she knows that orally pleasuring her…sex and ass was something he loved, craved and did really really well
[Izzy Montoya] He is really, really good at it. He knows just how to pleasure her, where to touch, how, and when to increase the pressure, when to back off and ease, only to build her up again… She lets her head fall back into the couch cushions, one hand smoothing through his hair, the other gripping hard the cushions next to her hip as he licks and teases her.. fingers joining to add to the sensation, her hips curling to meet his teasing thrusts… thighs trembling as she cums again… and again…
He may think he will have to remain hard, aching without release, but as much as she loves his mouth, his fingers, the way he takes her to the edge and beyond.. she loves to be fucked more than anything… Soon, she reaches to wrap her hand under his chin, lifting him, encouraging him to crawl up along her lean frame, leaning forward to grasp his sex, stroking him before guiding him to her, as her lips find his…
“Fuck me – and if your a very very good boy… you’ll get my ass, later…” Now there’s some incentive to behave, hm?
[Derek Anderson] He moves from between her legs, body brushing her skin all the way, his chin led by her hand, his hands caressing her all over. His sex is guided inside her, the head spreading her her, sliding easily between her parted, swollen labia. He slowly fill her up, kissing her deeply, sharing her taste with her.
She promise him her ass if he behaves and well with Izzy being a good boy don’t always mean good. He starts to rock his hips, pulling almost completely out of her before filing her again deeply, sharply and doing it a few times before picking up the pace, pounding her hard, fast and as deeply as possible. One hand brace him while the other is playing with one of her breasts. His sex was as big as she has felt it. He has been aroused ever since he fingered her in the plane.
Now he wanted her badly and had no intention to stop until he explodes in her…no matter how many times she climax before that moment.
[Izzy Montoya] Sometimes, being bad is very, very, very good. He slides deep inside her, and she arches her back, pressing against him as she gasps with the feel of him, stretching and filling quivering muscles, slick and welcoming as she tightens around him… he pulls almost out, then sharply fills her again, and is rewarded with her gasping cry, a sound that falls into a moan as he begins to pound her hard, slamming against her, into her again and again… nipples hard under his fingers caress…
Her hand slides from his jaw to wrap around his shoulders, nails teasing and dragging against his skin, as the other grips his hip, first, pulling him against her, her body quivering and quaking beneath him, begging for still more in desperate cries and deep moans… soon fingers slide from his hip, to dance between them, spreading to press against the sides of his sex, adding just that much more sensation and pressure against slick length, while her palm presses against her clit in little circles, teasing them boh of them, driving them on until she can’t stand it any longer, and falls over that edge once more into oblivion release… orgasm rocking through her, muscles rippling and gripping against him tightly…
“ohmyFUUUUUCK”
[Derek Anderson] Her fingers adding to the already incredible sensation of her sex tightening against his was amazing. His cock started to throb, pleasure was rising quickly and eventually, he let out a groan of delight as he exploded inside her, hands moving to her shoulders to press her down against his sex so he could fill her with his warm semen even more deeply.
His breath is quick, his body trembling, his sex spamming inside her even after it was done with his seed. He looks at her with a content smile, not pulling out of her, hands leaving her shoulders to caress her breasts. As usual, sex with her was intense and immensely pleasurable. A thin layer of sweat was covering his skin as eh lay over her and kiss her softly on the lips, deepening the kiss slowly.
[Izzy Montoya] His groan, the way he holds her, the way he pulls her down tightly against him, it all tangles up in mind, body, soul, until there is nothing but his breath, nothing bu he pulsating throb of him deep inside her, nothing but him, and her, cumming together, his seed filling her, spreading warmly within moist walls..
He remains inside, and she trembles in his arms, unable to speak as he teases fingers across her breast, as she caresses away the sting of her nails on his shoulders… he kisses her, and she moans softly, a shiver of delight dancing under her skin as he deepens the kiss, and finds her there, open, vulnerable, and lost to his touch…
This is the Izzy so few have ever seen, the one laid bare before him, not just in skin, but in soul as well. These are the moments when he knows without a doubt that she is his, that no part of her belongs to anyone else, that even when she does her duty for station and Nation, it is with him in mind. He has become the reason she still fights…
she is his, and that kiss tells him so in no uncertain terms…
[Derek Anderson] He kisses her with abandon. Somewhere since the first booty call and tonight in Vegas, he fell in love with her. It was simple as that. He couldn’t say when, it sneaked up on him but his kiss told her that he wanted her now..maybe forever. There was no doubt in his mind that he’ll be faithful to her, will never give up,will never lay down and die, so he can see her again
Nor will he ever give up to find her if she disappears.
They never say I love you. Words sometimes are meaningless. Both were persons of actions and their actions told the other everything he or she should know. They were together and it felt good, it felt right, it felt like it’s the way it should be.
He pulls out of her very slowly and then slowly shift position so he was laying on his back, under her, both hands on her butt, looking in her eyes “I’m enjoying my loss a lot right now” He says with a smile “Can’t wait to serve you some more” His lips and teeth starts kissing and nibbling her neck gently.
[Izzy Montoya] They never say it. They don’t have too, for though she refuses to examine it too closely, there’s no doubt when she kisses him, when she’s with him, even when she texts him to ask what’s for dinner. It’s there, laced under her actions, her words, in ways that are sometimes so subtle that it would shock her to know she is so easily read. It felt good, and right, and she has no intention of letting that go.
He rolls her over, and she laughs softly, easily, in a way she so rarely does elsewhere… He can’t wait to serve her, and she arches her neck to bare her skin for his teases…
“Good. We’ve time for a quick shower, and to get dressed before our next appointment…” Which, if she wasn’t teasing, might just be that wedding chapel. If she was – well, it could be anything at all.
This is Vegas, after all.
[Derek Anderson] He nibbles her neck some more, agreeing against her skin, fingers caressing her tight butt. Eventually, he gets up with her and walks to the bathroom. The water is turned on and a shower is taken. It involved a lot of touching, kissing, of body pressed against the other. He had trouble not being in contact with her when she was around, that was obvious.
Not that he heard her complain yet.
Once the shower is done, he starts to get ready, watching her most of the time, enjoying her body, the way she moved, everything about her. “What should I wear for our next appointment?” He asks, sitting naked on the bed, waiting for her answer. he wasn’t in a hurry, getting dressed usually was quick for both of them but when it was a special night, she took more time than him.
Either way, he will be dressed soon enough.
[Izzy Montoya] After the shower, she had shoo’d him out of the bathroom completely so that she could get dressed on her own, taking her time to get it perfect, though by the time he asks what he should wear, she is ready. She’s not much for makeup and extreme hair measures, so it had not taken her long… and when she opens the door…
gaia help him – she’s wearing a white dress.
A lovely, off the shoulder, form fitting dress that shows off her lean frame to perfection, giving her the illusion of curves where she has precious little, and making her legs look 18 miles long, aided by the heels she wears – also white, and giving her another 4 inches in height. She raises an arm to rest her hand against the door frame, and arches a brow.
“Oh, I don’t know. Something that matches this well enough?” The suit, obviously.
[Derek Anderson] He smiles when he sees her, then whistles softly “You are incredibly hot hun. I’m on hell of a lucky guy.” Still naked, he walks to her and pass his arms around her waist and kiss her deeply, lovingly. It wasn’t just words, he felt like a lucky guy.
He smiles once more and move to where he had hanged the suit, picks it up and lay it flat on the bed. He puts on boxers, socks, then the shirt, pants, jacket and in the end, the tie. He went quickly to the bathroom to style his hair and walks back to her. “Where to now, Mistress?”
He grins, holding her against him, nibbling her neck once more.
[Izzy Montoya] He presses against her, and she lets him – in fact, she seems to melt right into him, and as he kisses her, it’s a very near thing that she does not simply strip down again and take him back to bed.. she watches him get dressed, though, making a few last adjustments, simply jewelry to complete the look, a small handbag, feeling decidedly naked without her weapons strapped to her.
But this is a vacation, and they are armed with far more than simple weapons – because they have the knowledge of what is really out there, and the ability to avoid it for just a couple nights. He asks where too, and lips curl upwards into that teasing soft smirk..
“Mmmm. Our car is waiting downstairs.”
She moans under the assault on her neck, before she playfully pushes him away, tucking her hand into the crook of his elbow, and gesturing for him to lead her out and down to the car. She slips inside, after a quiet moment with the driver, and settles into the back seat next to him, sliding her hand to rest against his thigh.
There’s a heart-stopping moment when the car pulls into the lot of a combination jewelry store and wedding chapel…
and then moves on to the lot behind it, which is where Cirque de Soliel happens to be performing for the evening. Seems THIS is their appointment, not that little chapel.
Yet.
[Derek Anderson] She doesn’t want to tell him where they were going..not yet it seem and it was fine. She pushes him away playfully and take his arm. He loved moments like this when she seem to be simply a woman. Not with the weight of the world or her past on her shoulders. Oh he loved her sarcastic, ironic, smirking self but when she was like that, slightly playful, open, normal…he knew it was just for him and it made him love her more.
He leads her to the car and steps in after her, her hand on his thigh, his on hers. The turn in a lot with a Chapel, a brow rising slightly, noticing the jewellery stores as well. He wondered if she wanted to go ring shopping..if not downright getting married. The car rolls past it, toward the Cirque du Soleil.
He smiles at her and gets ready to get out and take her arm to lead her inside once they arrive, inquiring if she wants anything to eat or drink. After all he is supposed to be the one paying. Maybe he was already. He wouldn’t put it past her to have used his credit card.
Not that he minded if she did.
[Izzy Montoya] She sees that brow raise, and she actually laughs, and leans across him to look out the window at the store, and the displays, before she leans back again. “I don’t marry anyone that doesn’t even know my full name – and though i am undoubtedly the one that wears the pants around here… figuratively, tonight… I’d like to be asked, rather then do the asking. Relax – i’m not trapping you into a wedding.”
A beat.
“Yet.” There’s that smirk again, as she leans over to kiss his neck, just before they get to their real destination and she can’t contain her eager smile. “I’ve always wanted to see this show. Never had a reason to do it. I figure cashing in on my win was reason enough.”
Especially because she clearly prefers the company…
When he asks if she wants anything to drink, she smiles and pulls the tickets from her purse – bought in advance, and yes, won’t he be surprised to see his credit card bill – and nods. “A glass of wine please. White – heaven forbid I spill anything on this dress…”
[Derek Anderson] He smiles when she speaks, telling him she preferred to be asked than do the asking. “I’ll keep that in mind. Trust me, if I ever ask you, you’ll remember that day” He tilts his head “I never was entirely sure if Izzy was your full name. I always assumed you’d tell me if it wasn’t when you were ready. Though I feel liek asking, what’s your real name?”
He listens to the answer of his question as they walk in, then once she tells him she wants white wine, he nods and moves to get them a glass each before joining her again so the could head toward their seats. He looks around, taking in the décor, the crowd, the atmosphere. He might be a man of action, of physical sensations, it seems he could appreciate something more artistic.
He was a lot of things but unidimensional wasn’t one of those things.
[Izzy Montoya] He always wondered, and she lifts her bare shoulder into a slight shrug. “It’s not, though it says Izzy on my ID, thanks to a GW with a talent for that sort of thing.” He asks, and she studies him for a long moment, before chuckling.
“Maybe later.”
She makes no promises. She has shared a lot of her past with him, he knows her secrets and her fear, knows her far more intimately than most. She can count on one hand those who know her full name. There is power in a name, and it is the last secret she holds. It took John over a decade to find out, though she did live away for much of that time. Then, once the last secret was revealed, he disappeared soon after. Sure, the events were unrelated, but there is something protective abut her keeping this last secret to herself.
For now.
He brings her wine, they find their seats, and soon she is completely immersed in the show, gasping aloud with delight more than once, swept away by the acrobatic and artistic extravaganza… here – away from the prying eyes and judgemental attitudes, she is far more woman than cop, than fenrir, and seems almost normal as she finds joy in something so simple as a Vegas show…
[Derek Anderson] He nods, not pushing the subject of her name any more. She will or she won’t tell him, either way, it won’t change a thing between them. They sit together, watching the beautiful, artistic and very athletic performance of the artists. He doesn’t make any exclamation noises, but there is a smile permanent on his face. He wasn’t bored or looked like this wasn’t something manly enough or Fang like. He was secure enough in his masculinity to watch or do just about anything…as for Fang like behaviour…ahem..well we’ll come back to that later.
Not that he couldn’t act like one but Izzy tended to bring the more primal side of him. Though during their date the other night and this one, he had a very regal way of moving, straight back, graceful, elegant. He did fit in lavish décor and high elitist soiree. He just choose to live more street level like and date someone very real instead on a woman living in an ivory tower.
[Izzy Montoya] He isn’t much like a Fang, and Izzy has fucked enough of them to know. It’s likely why he’s still here, still around, because he isn’t like that. He’s more primal, natural, real than most of the men she has slept with. When she fucks around, it never matters, but when she chooses a relationship (or, as the case may be, the relationship grows without her consent until she can no longer deny how she feels), it is with someone who is grounded, and intense, and…
real.
When the show ends, she is enthusiastic in her applause, her eyes shining in a way she can’t quite hide. The show was clearly worth the wait, and she says so, as she leans over to kiss him – soft and lingering and content, while still, somehow, filled with promise and desire.
Then, her lips fall into a familiar smirk. “Let’s gamble.” And its off to the casino they go…
[Derek Anderson] He applauses warmly once show is over and then she kisses him. One hand moves to her cheek, cupping it gently as they kiss, taking his time to savour it. Her lips always felt so good on his. He gets up with her, offering his arm to her and chuckles when she talks about gambling “Bets and all? Not sure I should do that…I tend to lose against you after all”
The tone is light, he never minded losing against her. It always lead to interesting moments. He walks her back to the car and sits beside her. Once the car start rolling toward one of the casinos, he leans to kiss her deeply, softly, not breaking it until they arrives. It was 3 days for her and he’ll make her feel loved, desired…like she was the most important woman on earth. And to him, she is.
[Izzy Montoya] “we’ll bet together, then.” So he doesn’t loose too much, perhaps. The softness of the kiss catches her by surprise, and she watches him a moment before she closes her eyes and lets herself sink into the kiss, a tremble starting somewhere deep within, and working its way through her system… he makes her feel loved and desired, without ever having to say a word… and she lets him know she’s noticed and appreciates it, with the depth of feeling she places into that simple press of her lips against his…
Once they arrive at the casino, she leads him to the blackjack table, and settles in for a night of gambling. win, lose or draw, this is all about the experience. And if she happens to be too tipsy to walk in those heels by the time they decide to head back to the room? Well then. Blame the freeflowing when gambling liquor….
and the fact that she quits when she’s about $1000 ahead… smart girl, that Izzy.
[Derek Anderson] It was her night and he let her gamble as much as she wants, drinking enough to have a pleasant buzz but not too much. He can always drinks some champagne in the hotel room. He gambles as well, winning some, losing some, not gaining much but ending his evening with a few bucks more. He didn’t care about having more money. Having fun with Izzy was much more important.
He leads her to back to the car once it was late enough, kissing her once more during the ride, but this time it’s passionate, intense, fierce, with hands moving all over her, even sliding up between her legs. He knew she wasn’t shy about her body and was an exhibitionist. So without showing too much, he didn’t really care if the driver had a glimpse of her upper thighs or a partial view of her butt. What he wanted her was hot, horny, wet and wanting him to fuck her brains out as soon as they reach the room.
He doesn’t take the elevator to the room, helping her, touching her, kissing her, teasing her all the way up the stairs, her heels in her hands. Once they reach the room, he kisses her hard once more, undressing her quickly.
[Izzy Montoya] He gets his wish – as does the driver, who gets quite the view of her ass as she turns and straddles Derek in the car, his hands everywhere, as are hers… that dress slipping up to prove she has on no underwear… She is breathless once they get to the hotel, and barely takes time to tug her dress down a little before they run to the stairs, only to kiss, touch and tease all the way up the stairs…
she barely manages to make it to the room, falling back against the door as he kisses her again. she tosses her shoes to the side, and helps him help her out of the dress, tossing it away as well, bare before him quickly, as her hands move to help him do the same. She turns to face the door, and looks over her shoulder at him, with that soft little smirk, and angles her hips for him to get a great view of her ass – which she knows he loves…
“Time to kneel for a bit of worship, hm?” Her gaze is dark, so dark with the delight and desire he brings to her, and when he kneels behind her to kiss and tease her ass and sex, she curls her fingers against the door, with a moan loud enough to be heard by anyone out in the hall. Let them be jealous… tonight, it’s all about them…
In time, she turns and drags him to the bed, reaching for her bag to find the bottle of baby oil to hand to him, before she lays down on the bed…
“Massage… all over… and then? take me. However you want. Wherever you want. Just fuck me. Everywhere.”
She loses count of how many times he makes her cum, of where he fucks her, how he fucks her, how many time he cums – deep inside her pussy, her mouth, her ass.. she just enjoys it, enjoys him in every possible way, until they are nothing but an exhausted tangle of body parts on the bed, sheets askew, and the room smelling strongly of their shared scents…
It is then- exhausted and satiated, and curled up against him it is then that she finally shares the last of her secrets…
“Isobel. Isobel Anise Montoya.” A beat, as she kisses his neck. “A no one knows that middle name. But you.”