Up against the wall.

Izzy hops up into her arms and wraps her legs around your waist, kissing you with wild passion. Her breath is hot, her grasp is tight, and her eagerness is contagious. It's not long before you're both breathless.

Somehow you manage to find the edge of the room and brace her back against the wall before you both topple over. Then you break your kiss to lean in and nibble her ear, the nape of her red neck. The feel of your teeth makes her shiver and suck in a breath. "I want you so much," she whispers.

With that encouragement, you tug at her skirt, hitching it up. She shifts her weight to help you, and soon your hands are on her naked hips. She wriggles, then gasps when her crotch presses against yours. Your rock-hard cock is still trapped in your pants, but even that muffled contact sends an intoxicating rush through you. She meets your **** kiss with her own fire, and shivers when your hips press hers firmly back against the wall.

You feel her thighs flex, and thrill when she rubs her crotch against yours. She moans into your lips, squirms, rocks. Her quivers intensify, becoming a powerful shiver, and then she jerks her head back to the wall, shouting, her hips leaping. She thrashes in your arms, calling out, and you're barely able to keep hold of her and keep both of you upright.

When her sudden orgasm releases her, she looks at you with astonishment and pure lust. "I need you in me," Izzy says. "Right. Now."