Chapter 5: Izzy

[Gia’s POV]

A slow acoustic alternative song in a man's beautiful voice is playing in my mind, as I drive towards my destination. “I am ready, willing, and waiting on you,” was all that I needed to text him. My crush, the man who I have spent the last two years on and off talking to and messaging on social media and our phones. I don’t know why I am taking this risk, knowing my heart and soul are at stake. 

We had two mediocre dates, and both times he blew me off for at least six months. I knew the moment our eyes first locked on one another that we are soulmates. His big beautiful brown eyes, his sexy hair perfectly spiked in his hawk, and skin so divine that I wanted to lick every inch of him. I am so stupid for doing this. I know that I am just giving him my body and it will all be over after, but I need to be with him tonight. 

So badly I have fought these urges with him, and now I cannot even think straight. Driving up highway 169 from Shakopee to his house in Minneapolis, wearing the cutest hot pink and black mini skirt, a thin low cut V-neck tank top, and black wedge sandals, I ponder my consequences to come. I am twenty-seven years old, and my crazy hormones are way out of control right now. I think about him night and day, and I worry that I am obsessed. 

As I get closer to the exit, he told me to take, the butterflies in my stomach start to band together to create a knot feeling. I am so nervous right now that my breathing is becoming hitched, and my heart is racing. I have never done anything like this before in my life. I drove several more turns until I was on his street. Seeing his house on the left, I pulled my car around slightly past to pull a U-turn and park in front of his house on the street. After turning off the engine, I see his motorcycle pull up and into his driveway. 

I get out of the car, taking one last deep breath, and walk up his driveway to meet him. He walks down to meet me, and after closing in on me, his steps slow down. He takes his arm and wraps it around my waist. “I forgot how gorgeous you are,” he says as he places a kiss on my cheek. He then asks me to pull my car into his driveway to keep it safe. After going back to my car, pulling it into the driveway and shutting it off again, I get out and he smiles. 

I grab my purse, shut my door, lock it, and turn around to see him looking me up and down. Seeing a slight blush on his face, I think quickly, and begin to tell him about the work I have done to the body of my car recently. He grabs my hand, as I guide him around to slowly show him the bodywork I have done, making sure to glide his hand over each area of my car that I have worked on. Our sexual tension is building so much that the air feels so thick. 

We reach the back of my car, and before I can slide our hands over the completed work on the backend, he turns me to face him, placing his hand on my waist, then pulls me closer into his body. His smell is intoxicating, as he bends down slightly to gently place his lips on mine. As he deepens the kiss, and his tongue slides into my mouth to explore every sensitive space in my mouth and on my lips, his other hand moves down my hips towards the bottom of the seam of my skirt. 

He slowly lifts the skirt upwards, while caressing my thighs. His hand travels further towards my inner thighs as he moans softly in my mouth, until he reaches my very soft and personal space. His fingers move aside one edge of my black panties, until they find their way to my sacred lips. He rubs my clitoris softly and slowly, making my arousal spike. Then, he enters one of his long fingers into me, and I moan in his mouth. As my arousal wets his finger, I move my hips to the rhythm of his hand, and in this moment, I completely forgot where I was, and that we were still standing in his driveway. 

He pulls his finger out of me, brings it to his lips, and sucks it like he is sucking on the most delicious fruit he has ever had. With a gleam of satisfaction, he puts my skirt back in place, places his hand on the small of my back, and guides me to his front door. At this point my legs are shaking in anticipation of what I am about to experience. 

I follow him to his room, which is small, with his bed up against a wall near a window, a large wardrobe near his closet, another smaller dresser opposite his bed, a nightstand with a lamp, and a small pile of dirty laundry on the floor near his wardrobe. He gestures me to sit on the edge of the longer side of his bed. I place my purse on his dresser, slip my shoes off, and sit nervously on the edge of his bed. 

He sits down on the floor across from me, grabs his laptop to move it away from the bed, and tells me he likes spiders. My right eyebrow raised not understanding what he was talking about, he quickly perceives the cue, and points to the Spyder sticker on his laptop. After I giggle slightly, realizing he meant the brand and wasn’t randomly talking about spiders, he blushes, and I can tell he is nervous as well. 

It comforts me a bit knowing that this might be new to the both of us. With a slight shake of his head, as if he didn’t know why he told me about his sticker, he then gets on his knees in front of my lap, looks me in the eyes, and tells me to lie down on my back. I am so freaking out, but I follow his instructions. I can feel his hands on my thighs, moving up towards my skirt, which he pulls off my hips in one swift motion to expose my black bikini panties. 

Trying to calm my racing heart down, I feel him slowly slide my panties down, as he has me lift my butt so that he can continue the slow sensual act of gliding them sensually down my legs. I try to look up at him, but as I began to move my head up, he spreads my legs, and I feel his warm breath blowing gently on my pussy. My lower stomach clenches as I feel his tongue lick my clitoris. He continues to slowly drag his tongue up and down my labia and clitoris, and the realization kicks in that the guy of my dreams is going to take everything from me tonight.