You, You, You

INTIMATE AGGRESSION

Eddie’s P.O.V.

I couldn’t hold my emotions at bay as I stood in the bathroom door keeping watch over Isabelle.  Determination to take her in my arms and protect her from anything and everything was my only driving force as my mind became zeroed in on her silhouette in the fogged shower glass.  I knocked lightly on the wall so she wouldn’t be startled by my presence and walked resolutely over to her.  

She slid the shower door open a crack and her spellbinding green eyes peered out at me—even though I couldn’t yet see the rest of her face, I could tell she was smiling.  I counted myself among the lucky ones that I could have that kind of effect on such a beautiful woman—that she would even give me the time of day—that she was happy to see me.  How could I have gotten so god damn lucky?  

I wasn’t going to let my gratitude go unnoticed.  I needed to let Izzy know, every day and especially in that moment, that she—more than the music, the money, the recognition—had made my life one worth living, and that I loved her and valued her above anything else.  

She pushed the sliding door open a little wider as I came near, revealing a placid grin and one of her bare, tanned shoulders to me.  Holding her gaze, I wriggled out of my flannel and calmly removed my tee shirt. Izzy’s face grew more serious then as her eyes wandered down to where my hands were slowly unbuttoning my pants, then meandered back up and locked onto my face.  With one smooth motion, she slid the shower door open the rest of the way and straightened up a little, appearing before me in full, looking so striking wearing nothing but little droplets of water…

I pushed off the rest of my clothing and carefully stepped into the shower with her, sliding the door shut behind me and pushing her back to the wall underneath the cascading water.  I held her face in one hand and her hip found the other as she closed her eyes and eased her softness against my palm.  Grasping her like this, intoxicated by her commanding femininity, I leaned down and kissed her, gently but firmly enough to press the back of her head up against the wall.  She brought her hips forward and pushed them into mine—and I held onto her for dear life, squeezing my fingers into her curves and finding peace there.  She had the uncanny ability to make my eyes roll back in my head as I closed them, something that previously only music had the power to do to me.  Isabelle was like the greatest music ever written—the elusive, perfect song that no one’s ever been able to write—and I held the song right in my hands.

“You feel like music,” I whispered out loud.  Izzy didn’t giggle and she didn’t recoil at my bare honesty.  She smiled demurely and her cheeks colored pink.

“Make love to me, Eddie,” she whispered back just as honestly, wrapping her hands around the back of my neck and running her fingers through my hair.

I drew closer to her face and kissed her open mouth with mine, our brows furrowed with seriousness and our chests fluttering in anticipation.  The water that ran over us made the kisses warm and smooth, soothing in the sweetest way. I lifted one of Izzy’s thighs up from underneath and pulled it to my waist, pressing it there with my arm and sliding my hand back, back, back…

She moaned when my hand slipped beneath her, then back and forth over her soft warmth.  As I pushed two of my fingers into her, she squeezed her eyes shut and let out a heavy breath, pulling her fingernails sharply down my shoulder blades. I moved a bit faster, watching Izzy closely, wanting to do only the things that made her face change the way I knew it did when she was riding the borders of ecstasy.  When I picked up the pace, her mouth dropped open a little wider and her shoulders dropped—I knew just what to do.  Keeping up the movements of my fingers, I massaged her most sensitive spot with my thumb and stooped a little lower, sliding the flat of my tongue over each of her nipples.  The feeling was almost too much for her—I could tell by the way she let out a few quiet whimpers.