With a little trick.

Izzy sits up straight, brushing her long black hair back over her shoulders. "Just lie still," she says, resting her fingertips on your abdomen, "and relax."

Both of her requests are difficult. She's gorgeous, from her strong thighs to her round hips to her smooth crimson stomach, to her bouncy breasts, her lovely throat, her full lips, her sly dark eyes. Even her short black horns--a symbol of her uncontrollable, unpredictable nature--have a certain appeal. Seeing Izzy astride you, and feeling her warm weight settled squarely on your hips, makes it impossible to simply relax.

Then her lips part, and you feel her pussy twitch around your cock. The gentle pressure makes you twitch and gasp in return. She smiles at that, and after a brief pause, without the slightest shift of her hips or thighs, she squeezes you again, sending another rush of pleasure through you.

"How does that feel?" she asks.

"Very nice," you admit.

Izzy smiles again. She lifts a hand, opens her mouth, puts the tip of her index finger on her tongue. As she closes her red lips around her finger, she gives you another squeeze of her pussy. The thought of her taking your cock into her mouth paints a pretty picture in your mind.

She starts to draw her finger slowly into and out of her mouth, squeezing your cock every time her finger slips into her pursed lips. She lets her eyelids flutter, gives a deep moan of enjoyment. There's some theater in her performance, but it still sends heat and chills through you.

You hold her thighs and nudge your hips up at her, but she shakes her head. "Hold still. Enjoy the show. You like looking at me, don't you?"

You nod and manage to mumble something affirmative, which she grins at. She takes her index finger back into her mouth, and cups her breast in her other hand, fondling herself while her pussy squeezes and relaxes. The slow, gentle pressure is maddening: if she were faster, tighter, this would all be over already. And that would be a shame, wouldn't it?

Izzy watches you intently as she sucks her finger, and as her hand slips from her breast and trails down her torso. When you see her fingers graze her patch of dark hair at her crotch, some switch deep within you flicks on, and you feel heat rising in your body.

She feels it too, and draws a quick breath. She reaches down and takes both your hands, holding them tight, gazing at you eagerly. She gives you another squeeze from her pussy, and another, and you can both feel that your end is nigh. Izzy moans just a little, squeezes again, then again. And then, with just a single roll of her hips, she gives you the extra pressure you want more than anything in the world.

You shout, hips bucking, making her gasp. Your cock swells, bursting, and she rides your orgasm, thrusting against you, moaning, thrilling at your **** spasms. You feel as if your climax propels you through several planes of reality, all of them bright with breathless pleasure.

Eventually you settle back into your body, finding that you're both soaked in sweat and breathless. Her pussy is still warm and soft around you, but it's a soothing pressure now, a light, lovely grasp you never want to escape.

Izzy looks down at you with a proud, well-earned grin. "And that's not even my best trick."

"In that case, I'm not sure I'd survive your best trick."

"Well. If you're very nice to me...maybe we'll find out."