Karma's Happenstance

An Itch To Scratch

An Itch To Scratch

MJ POV 

I look over at Izzy. In the darkness I see him propped up on one arm, looking at me, his eyes tracing my every feature in awe. I immediately remember what is like to have his body on top of mine, his hips between my thighs. His lips all over my skin, his hands in my hair… He had only kissed me once since we had gotten here. He's been almost distant all day. I can't help but think there's something wrong.

"Are you going to kiss me again? " I nervously blurt out. 

He doesn’t answer. The silence is killing me. Then Izzy rolls on his back with a sigh. "No." he says as he stares up at Nikki's mirrored ceiling. "I don’t think it’s a very good idea."

"I know I’m not as attractive as the girls you’re normally with…" I start but he sits up and looks at me.

"You think I don’t find you attractive?" he asks with a confused look on his face. 

"I… I mean… you stopped touching me." I try to explain, nervously biting on my lower lip. "And then that other woman did…" I can’t say it out loud. I can’t even think about how she hovered over his private parts. Not without blushing like a schoolgirl. 

Without a warning he lets out a muffled groan and rolls on top of me, his chest heavily pressing against my breasts. His eyes are burning into mine. His eyebrows are creased as they almoat always are. "That… uhm… what that other chick did…" he lets out a sigh, clearly uncomfortable talking about it. "… that’s just shit chicks like her do, you know? They just try everything when they notice you’re not turned on."

I don’t know what he means by that and just stare at him, not knowing how to put all of my thoughts into questions. I’m a clueless hillbilly when it comes to sex. God, I am clueless when it comes to everything. I lived in a god damn cult. And I’ve never seen a naked man other than the brief glances I got of Izzy and Nikki. So what do I know about how to turn on a man? 

"So, what turns you on then?" I ask and he shifts a little. 

That’s when I notice it again: something huge and hard is pressing against my thigh. I can’t help gasp a little. This time I know exactly which part of him this is, and I can’t wait to finally get my hands on it. Izzy closes his eyes for a moment and rocks that hardness softly against me. 

"Feel that, honey?" He whispers and looks back to me. "Just you, lying next to me wearing nothing more than a tiny shirt, makes me rock hard." 

"Is… is that a good thing?" I ask confused and he chuckles. 

"Yeah, baby. This is a real good thing, trust me on this. That's why I'm too afraid to kiss you. I know it'll just make me want more. Wanna do more...you know?" 

"Don't you want more?" I ask with a lump in my throat.

I can hear him swallow hard as he just stares at me. I can feel an ever so slight tremble in his body. Wait, maybe it's mine. "You have no fucking idea," he whispers as he peers into my eyes. "But not enough to...I just don't want you to...I'm...I'm just not the right guy..."

I move his hair back out of his eyes. "Stop saying that Izzy. I want you...no one else, just you." I whisper to him.

He groans a little, "Baby you have no clue how hard you're making shit for me right now. I'm trying o be respectable and shit. I just don't want to you make some mistake...not when I can keep you from it. You deserve more than I can ever give you. I mean...I'm good enough for this...but afterwards...I..."

I can only stroke his cheek and grind my pelvis upward into him. "Please..." I softly pant.

"You have no clue what's good for you honey," he shakes his head with a slight grin.

"You." I whisper softly in his ear.

"You make it really difficult to say no...you know that?" He sighs and strokes my lips with his fingertips.

Then out of the blue, his lips crash on mine with a moan. Oh god, I love kissing him. He’s such a good kisser. Not that I’d have anyone to compare him to but Nikki. But Izzy just waks up something inside me every time I kiss him. I wish he’d never stop kissing me. 

Izzy’s lips trace my jaw, down my neck. His teeth nibbling on my skin. This is driving me crazy and I feel again this hot and pulsing sensation between my legs. I bury my hands in his hair and pull him closer, instinctively trying to rock my hips against him. I hear him make a noise of discomfort almost every time I do, but he doesn't stop me. Nor is he stopping himself.

His hands trace down my body and up again, taking my shirt with them. This is actually a really good idea. God, is it hot in here? I feel like lightning on fire as his hands caresses the skin of my stomach until he stops right beneath my breasts. Why is he stopping? I want him to touch me. No, he can’t stop again. 

"Don’t stop." I plead."‘Don’t stop again like you did in Vegas."

Izzy looks at me with a torn look on his face.

"I… I tried to stay away, do the right thing because I’m not good for you." He says and I can hear the pain in his voice. "But fuck, I want you so bad. I feel like I can’t breathe without you. I need to have you close." 

He’s kissing me again and when his calloused fingers find my bare breasts, I can’t hold back the groan in my throat. This is so real. So incredible. 

"Izzy… I… I want you to… to.. uhm…" I pant and he gives me one of those smirks that make my knees wobble. 

"You want me to fuck you, babe?" He asks with a crocked eyebrow. 

Most certainly yes. Yes! Yes! I want him to fuck me. AI want this, I realize. Even if it is bad, even if it is evil, even if this is the point of no return. I want it here and now. Forever. I want him. Always.

For a moment I struggle with myself as his lips move on mine. Should I let him have this power over me? Is this wise? Should I let my heart become vulnerable so soon after breaking free of my prison? I'm so naieve to what the world has to offer. But when his tongue flickers against my lips, all objections fade away. All I know is that I love him and I need him.

Izzy retracts from my lips just long enough to slide his shirt over his head. His skin feels like it's on fire. I then feel his hands gripping at my hips as he kisses me again. "You sure?" I hear him ask with butterfly kisses to my throat.

"Yes," I moan as my hips grind upward into him.

Then I feel his fingers slowly winding in the elastic on my panties. He gives them a gently tug and starts sliding them down off my hips. My heart starts to race all of the sudden. A rush of heat spreads through my body like whiskey. I grow paralized. No matter how much I try to mentally prepare myself for this, I can't. 

Izzy must sense my apprehension because he stops and looks at me. "We don't have to do this," I hear him skeptically whisper to me as he pauses with my panties at my knees.

"No...I want to," I hear myself say. 

And then my panties are completely gone and discarded on the floor. I can feel Izzy shimmy out of his clothes as he lies on top of me kissing me. Now there is nothing left but his hot skin pressed to mine. Only a primal sense of wanting is present. Now when he lays between my thighs I feel every detail of his manhood resting between us. I suddenly become terrified. I know there's no way Izzy can't feel my body quivering.

This is it. This is the moment I've been so curious about. But I'm afraid. I have no idea what to do or what to expect. I'm afraid I'll be a disappointment to him becaue I'm so inexperienced. He's used to girls who know what they're doing. They knew how to touch a man with no inhibitions. What did I know? What could I actually offer Izzy?

"Don't be scared baby," Izzy's mind comes from the darkness drawing me from my fears. He looks at me warmly trying to make me feel at ease. "I promise I won't hurt you...And if you don't like it I'll stop...no questions asked...okay?"

"I...I know," I choke out and feel his lips on mine again. All the fear and doubt takes a back seat as I get lost in the feeling of his body against me. This is it. I'm ready.