Stroking her off.

Izzy presses close, sharing a lingering kiss. She teases you with her tongue, nibbles at your lips. Then she smiles. "Want to know what turns me on?"

When you nod, she takes you by the hand and leads you to a wide, sturdy upholstered chair. "Sit," she says, and you do, as she doffs one boot, then the other. That done, she turns a half-pirouette and sits back in your lap, drawing your arms around herself. She settles back with a satisfied hum, drawing your hands up until you are cupping her sizeable breasts.

"This," she says. "Having someone hold me from behind. Feeling me up. Knowing he wants me." With that, she wiggles her hips atop your stiff cock.

"And nibbling my neck," she adds, as she tilts her head. Her long black hair slides off her shoulder, revealing the smooth red skin of her neck, her collarbone, her throat.

Avoiding her horn, you bend your head. When you graze her neck with your lips, she purrs, shifting her body against you. When your teeth touch her skin, she gives a little gasp. And she moans as you start to kiss, and nibble, and nuzzle, massaging her breasts gently.

She wiggles again, rubbing your cock with her hips, laughing when you hold her tighter in response. "Do you like this?" she asks.

You do, of course, and she knows you do, and she lets you enjoy the taste of her, the feel of her. When you lower one hand to her strong thigh, she guides it to the hem of her skirt, and helps you hitch it up. Looking down over her shoulder, you can now see the full length of her lovely red legs, and a little of her pussy peeking out from under her skirt.

Then you see her fingers drift between her thighs. She leans her head back against you, and her hips shift, and she sighs happily. "Don't stop," she whispers, and at her words, you resume playing with her breasts, nuzzling her neck.

Her fingers work slowly. You hear the wet sound of her pussy, and you feel her gentle swaying. Her weight on your crotch, as she toys with herself, is maddening, but you're sure if you give her what she wants, she'll repay you in kind later.

As that thought crosses your mind, she takes your hand again, and this time places it between her thighs. Your fingers find her just as slick and as hot as you expected. Your first touch makes her gasp; the next stroke makes her groan and twist.

She breathes deep, her chest rising and falling. She clutches your left hand tightly to her breast, lets her right hand rest on your other wrist as you touch her. With every stroke, her moans get a little longer, a little stronger. Soon she's restless in your arms, gasping, her head back against your shoulder. When you feel her whole body suddenly tense, you know what she needs, and you hold her tight, strumming her clit lightly, steadily.

One long groan becomes a shout as her back arches, her hips leap, and her thighs are suddenly slick. She tosses and shudders and cries out, coming apart, coming hard.

When the echoes from her shouts fade, she's limp in your arms, hot, sweaty, chest heaving. "Get your pants off," she breathes, "and get your cock in me."