This entire plan, to have one last goodbye, had turned into a terrible idea. Sitting on Izzy’s couch while she gave me orders in lingerie was not something I was equipped to deal with. Nor was any man if they’d seen the way that lace cupped her breasts.

I swallowed and tried to come up with an excuse to get me out the door. But the second she stepped into her living room in that corset, every problem-solving cell in my body evaporated.

“Nope. Not going to work, Gray.”

She reached out and seized one side of my jacket and dragged me to her bedroom. Once inside, she slammed the door, spun me to face her, and then pushed me onto the edge of her bed with two hands against my stomach.

I looked her room over. Her bed was a lovely cherry wood; tones of pale lavender and teal decorated the bedding, furniture, and rug.

“You’re not redecorating here. Focus.” She ordered. I snapped my attention back and got a face full of her breasts as she unwound my bowtie. The sweet scent of vanilla and peaches rose up from that swell. I could happily spend the rest of eternity with my face in her cleavage.

I met her eyes, and the sense of helpless wonder descended once more. There wasn’t a single directive she could give that I might deny her.

Instead of trying to fight it, I gave in. She sensed the change immediately, and her movements took on a new level of urgency. As she tried to get my jacket off, I stilled her hands and winked. “I got it.”

She nodded and knelt to pull my shoes off, then my socks. I’d gotten down to my trousers, undershirt, and cummerbund. All of which she easily stripped too. Now I stood in my pants, intent on playing a more active role in this scenario, but she shook her head and pushed me back down.

The bed bounced and creaked under my weight. When she spun around, I caught her intention. The stays of the corset needed to be loosened, and she wanted me to do the honors. I untied the easy knots and loosened the cord until she could wiggle free from the undergarment.

Now clad only in black lace panties and black thigh-high stockings, she made my mouth water. She propped her foot up on my knee, and I shuddered, my erection already growing, as I ran a finger under the edge of the sheer fabric and drew it toward me and off her foot.

I reached for her other leg, but she slowly lifted the finished one down and spread her balance to lift the other up. In those few seconds, her legs were open, affording me a view of everything she offered.

The second stocking came off faster. Once I’d finished, she climbed up onto the bed beside me and leaned in. I matched her, about to press my lips to hers when she put her fingers there instead. It didn’t stop me; I drew the middle one between my lips, sucking the end. She rewarded me with a sharp intake of breath and a bite of her lip.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked, hoping and praying it involved me being inside her in the next two minutes.

Her pink lips curled until I feared for any reasonable amount of sanity I had left.

She pushed me to my back and straddled my lap, the heat of her through her panties seeping into my own underwear. That delicious scent of her arousal reached me too, and I cupped her ass to drag her along my erection.

Her eyes fluttered closed, and then she jerked and slapped my hands. “I’m in control this time.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at how seriously she scolded me. With my hands up in surrender, I gave her my best innocent bystander look. “I’m at your mercy, My Lady.”

She wiggled her hips, and I reached out to clutch her hips again. Another swap of my hands. “You do that again, I’m going to punish you.”

I released her and allowed her to draw my hands up and anchor them by the wrists with her own near my head. Her lips only centimeters from mine, I tried to close the distance but she pulled back. Once I settled, she’d lean in again. Then she kissed me. Not like any kiss she’d shared with me yet. It was purposeful, soft and teasing, and she ran her tongue along the seam of my lips until I relented to her, allowing her inside. Then she let go of my wrists, speared her fingers in the hair behind my ears, and pressed into me harder with her hands, her hips, and that tongue dipping into my mouth, stroking along mine.

Hellfire, I could come in my pants like a teenager from a kiss like this. When she released me and I could form half a coherent thought, I again met her lust-clouded eyes. A satisfied twist of her lips told me she wasn’t finished with me yet.

She trailed her lips down my chin, then to the hollow at my throat. Next, a pass over each nipple with a tiny bite that made me reach for her. Then she slid her tongue down the center of my stomach until she reached the edge of my boxer briefs. My cock was so hard, the head poked out over the waistband of my pants.

“What have we here?” she asked, before sliding down my legs and jerking my underwear with her. She ripped them off my legs over my feet and dropped them onto the floor. My cock, now free from its confines, sat hard and heavy and waiting for her.

She reached out and grasped it at the base. I could feel that grip all the way to my toes.

“I’m not going to lie. I missed this while you were away doing crazy man things.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of her comment. Then she slid her hand up, and the laughter gave way to a moan.

“Does that feel good?” she asked, and I could only swallow and nod.

Torn between closing my eyes and giving in to the sensations, and watching as she teased me, I shifted my hips so I could sit up.

“Nope,” she said, moving to push me back down, but I didn’t go.

She raised an eyebrow. It was more of a challenge than a question.

“How about a little game?”

She leaned in, passing her lips against mine for a microsecond before retreating. A tease and a torment. “What kind of game?” Her breath fanned onto my wet lips.

“Do you know soixante-neuf?” I asked, before I reached out and cupped the back of her head, so when I kissed her this time, she couldn’t get away. She allowed it and sucked my bottom lip into her mouth before stalling me again.

“I think you mean sixty-nine, but it does have a certain ring to it in French. It sounds even dirtier if that’s possible. What’s the game?”

“First one to orgasm loses.”

“And the hold out with the amazing focus?” She joked. “What does she win?”

I leaned in and bit her earlobe hard enough to make her suck in a gust of air. “Let’s say winner’s choice. They can have one wish granted.”

She narrowed her eyes. “I’m still not doing anal.”

I laughed, kissed her hard, and then lay back on the bed. She scooted back, pulled off her underwear, and shifted into position with her legs spread above my face. I drew her hips down, pressing her thighs wider apart until I could press my face to her opening.

She smelled like heaven. I licked a line up the wet center of her, and her hips shuddered in my hold. This was prize enough for me. I flicked my tongue over her clit and loosed my hold on one of her thighs to part her lips for a deeper taste.

At the same time, she dropped her mouth down almost to my ball sack, and my thoughts fragmented. It took a moment to recall what I was doing until she undulated above me, pressing her pussy into my mouth. I slid my finger along her seam to spread her wide, and then I pressed my mouth over her clit and sucked in the little bud. Once I had it in my mouth, I re-secured her hips with my hands and teased her mercilessly. She swiveled, gyrated, and humped my face trying to get more pressure there. In turn, she began sucking faster, sliding her hand to my balls downward, slick and hot, each time her mouth came back up, doubling the sensation.

If this woman killed me. I’d go one happy man.

Three minutes of pleasurable torture passed until she yanked her hips hard away from my arms and climbed off me.

“It doesn’t count if you forfeit,” I noted, still lying flat.

She shook he head, threw her leg over mine, stood my erection up and sat on it in one long thrust. “You win,” she whispered heavily.

I reached out and secured her hips on either side, feeling each silken crook of her hips forward and back. Her eyelids fluttered closed, and her neck arched back. Every so often, she’d utter a curse or drag her lip between her teeth. I watched it all, trying to focus on her and not the wet hot wrap of her body around my cock.

If I focused on that, I’d finish in seconds. And I wanted to make sure she came first.

She canted her hips forward, and I could tell this was the position she’d been looking for. Each rise and fall grew more frantic, more frenzied, and she placed her hands on my chest to get better leverage. I let her set the pace and rhythm, merely using her hips to hold onto her, touch her, revel in her.

With no warning, I felt the first squeeze of her orgasm, and it triggered mine like a semi truck striking another head on. I clutched her hips harder and let her ride out the end of her own orgasm. Once she started to slow, I took hold and fucked myself with her body. It was wetter and tighter from her own end, and mine burst forth. I came fast and hard, lifting my hips up bringing us a little off the bed now. She held on until I stilled and then lay down flat on my chest with me still clutched tight in the hold of her body.

Damn. I wrapped my hand around her neck, sliding my fingers through her silken hair.

“That felt good,” she whispered against my sweat-sheened chest.

I could only smile. She mumbled something about a good one before her eyes fluttered shut, and she burrowed her face into the dip of my chest.

How I had ever considered giving this woman up, I couldn’t understand. It was as if the moment I left the warm embrace of her body, I forgot how perfect she feels in my arms. Every single inch of her inspired adoration. I was a fool to think I could leave her for some other man to claim.

I’d rather die than witness that tragedy.

She mumbled again, and I ran my hands over the top of her head, smoothing and petting her hair in gentle strokes. When she stilled, I grabbed a blanket we’d shuffled over in our haste and spread it on top of us.

A soft knock at her apartment door dragged me from the edge of sleep. When it didn’t repeat, I forgot all about it and succumbed to slumber, still inside the woman of my dreams.