this is the first part of a larger peace of work would really love some feedback

The morning sun poured through the expansive glass wall of the penthouse, bathing the disheveled bed in a soft, golden light as Izzy stirred awake, her blonde hair splayed across the pillow. A dull throb in her head served as a reminder of the previous night's revelry, where champagne and shots had flowed without restraint. She squinted against the brightness, attempting to reconstruct the hazy memories of the night before. The heavy arm wrapped around her waist jolted her fully awake, she realised it was Joe, her ex-boyfriend, peacefully sleeping beside her, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Memories of last night came flooding back to her, Joe’s big cock berried deep inside her pussy, his lips around her clit, his busy hands on her breasts.  The air was thick with the lingering scent of his cologne, mingling with the unmistakable trace of intimacy that lingered around them.

Izzy gently extricated herself from Joe's embrace and swung her legs over the side of the bed. The cool marble floor sent a shiver up her spine, as she walked over to the glass wall, watching the city stir into life.  She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the glass, reminding her that she was still naked from the night before. She glanced down at her petite, athletic body, her skin glowing with a faint sheen of sweat. The soft light danced across her small breasts and flat stomach, the evidence of their reunion written in the marks he had left on her skin, the dried cum on her tops of her thighs. She felt a twinge of guilt mingled with a thrill of excitement. The sex had been explosive, as it always was with Joe, but she knew it was a mistake.

“What the fuck did you do?” she said under her breath

Her thoughts were interrupted by the rustling of the bed sheets as Joe stirred behind her. He sat up, the muscles in his broad shoulders rippling as he stretched. His dark hair was messy, a stark contrast to the crisp white of the pillowcase. He flashed her that charming smile she had fallen for so many times before, the one that could melt the iciest of resolve. 

"Iz, come back to bed," he purred, his voice thick with sleep and desire.

Izzy felt the weight of his gaze penetrating her as she looked out over the vast city below, the sprawling skyline shimmering under the golden hues of the setting sun. The streets were alive with the pulse of evening activity, but all she could focus on was the intensity of his stare, a force that seemed to draw her in despite her resolve. She had promised herself that she would move on, that she would not let the past dictate her future, yet her body betrayed her, responding to his presence in ways she thought she had long since buried.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she turned to face him, her heart racing as she caught his eye. A playful smile danced on her lips, a flicker of the old Izzy that had once been so carefree and full of life. "I told you that last night would be the end," she said, trying to sound firm, though her voice wavered just a bit, betraying the uncertainty that churned within her. 

He raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, and she felt a rush of warmth flood her cheeks. "Did you really mean that?" he asked, his tone teasing yet laced with an undercurrent of seriousness. 

Izzy crossed her arms, attempting to project an air of confidence, but the way he looked at her made it difficult to maintain her facade. "Of course I did," she replied, her voice steadier now, though the tremor in her heart remained. "We both know it was a mistake." 

Joe slipped out of bed, his athletic physique gliding effortlessly, a sight that always captivated her. The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow around him, accentuating the defined muscles of his arms and the gentle curve of his shoulders. He moved with a grace that seemed almost otherworldly, each step deliberate and silent, his bare feet making no sound against the marble floor.

As he approached her, the air between them crackled with an unspoken tension, a magnetic pull that drew her in despite the impending separation that loomed over them. "Come on, just one more time before we part ways," he urged, his voice low and smooth, a rich timbre that sent a thrill through her. He gently cradled her face in his powerful hands, his touch both tender and possessive, as if he were trying to imprint this moment into her memory.

His thumbs glided over her cheekbones, igniting a delightful shiver that raced down her spine, awakening every nerve ending in her body. She felt the warmth of his skin against hers, a stark contrast to the cool morning air that surrounded them. His gaze locked onto hers, deep and searching, probing for any hint of hesitation, any flicker of doubt that might mar the intensity of their connection. 

As he searched her eyes, she could see the flicker of vulnerability beneath his confident exterior, a reminder that even the strongest among them could feel the weight of impending loss. Upon discovering the slightest hint of uncertainty in her expression, his smile became even more enticing, a blend of mischief and sincerity that made her heart race. It was a smile that promised adventure, passion, and a fleeting moment of bliss that they both knew would soon be overshadowed by reality.

"Just one more time," he repeated, his voice a soft whisper that wrapped around her like a warm embrace. 

The way he said it made it feel like a plea, a desperate request to hold onto something beautiful for just a little longer. She could feel the heat radiating from him, the intensity of his presence enveloping her, and for a moment, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them suspended in this fragile bubble of intimacy.

She hesitated, caught between the desire to surrender to the moment and the knowledge that she shouldn’t. But as he stepped closer, his presents warming her skin, she felt her resolve begin to crumble away.  The last of her resolve crumbled away as she gazed into Joe's warm eyes. He leaned in, his breath hot against her skin, and kissed her gently. His touch was tender, a stark contrast to the fiery passion of the night before. His kiss grew deeper, his tongue probing the seams of her lips until she opened up to him with a soft moan. His hands slipped down her body, caressing her curves, reawakening the heat that had only just begun to subside. She knew she should resist, that this was a bad idea, but the way his fingers danced over her flesh made it difficult to remember why.

His captivating hands moved over her breasts, stroking them with a tender rhythm that seemed to echo the unspoken desires swirling between them. Each caress was deliberate, igniting a fire within her that she had tried so hard to suppress. Despite her intentions, her body betrayed her; her nipples responded eagerly, growing firm and sensitive under his touch, as if they had a mind of their own.  A soft gasp escaped her lips, a sound that felt both foreign and familiar, as his thumbs brushed over the delicate peaks. The sensation sent ripples of pleasure coursing through her, awakening a longing she thought she could control. She felt herself teetering on the edge of surrender, her resolve wavering with every gentle stroke. 

Her heart raced, a mix of exhilaration and trepidation flooding her senses. She had promised herself that this would be the last time, that she would draw a line and stick to it. But in this moment, with his hands exploring her softness, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them in a cocoon of intimacy.

Gently, she pushed away, her hand resting on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath her palm. "Joe," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with both desire and determination. "This is the last time. We can't keep doing this, we both need to move on.”

With that she sank to her knees before him, his cock already standing at attention. She wrapped her small hands around its girth, feeling the familiar heat and power of his desire. For a moment, she hesitated, her eyes locking onto his, seeking one last time for any sign of regret. But all she saw was hunger, and she knew she couldn't deny him this last indulgence.

With a sigh that was part resignation and part excitement, she leaned in and kissed the tip of his erection, her full lips parting to allow her tongue to swirl around the sensitive head. Joe groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as he guided her closer, urging her to take him deeper. She complied, her mouth stretching to accommodate his length, her tongue flicking and teasing as she took him in, inch by glorious inch.

Izzy felt the muscles in her cheeks tighten as she worked him, her eyes never leaving his. She could see the pleasure etched on his face, the way his eyes rolled back and his breath hitched whenever she hit just the right spot. It was a heady feeling, knowing she had the power to make him lose control like this, to make him forget everything but the sensations she was giving him. Her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, her thumb stroking the vein that pulsed with his excitement.

Joe's hips began to buck, his movements growing more urgent. She could feel his cock thicken in her mouth, but she knew he wasn't close yet. He was always one to savour the moment, to draw out the pleasure until it was almost painful. She took him deeper, her throat opening up to accept his full length, the taste of him filling her mouth. The sound of her own gag reflex was muffled by his groans of pleasure, and she felt a thrill of power at his reaction.

Her eyes watered as she deep throated him, her face pressing against his trimmed pubic hair, tickling her nose slightly. She could feel her own arousal growing, her pussy growing wet and slick with need. She fought the urge to reach down and touch herself, focusing instead on the task at hand. She knew that Joe enjoyed the challenge, the sight of her struggling to take all of him, and she wasn't about to disappoint.  It was the last time he would have her like this, so she wanted to leave a lasting and permanent memory for him.

Joe's grip on her hair tightened, guiding her movements to match the rhythm of his hips. He was close, she could feel it in the way his breath grew ragged and his cock pulsed in her mouth. But she also knew that he wasn't going to come yet. He liked to draw it out, to build the tension until it was almost unbearable. So, she took a risk, she pulled away, gasping for air, letting his cock slip from her mouth with a wet pop. He growled in frustration, but before he could protest, she was standing up, turned around and pressed against the cool glass of the window, wiggling her firm ass at him like a challenge.

“Fuck me” she breathed.

Joe's eyes blazed with lust as he took in the sight of her. Her small, firm ass was on display, the cheeks still flushed and red from the spanking he gave her last night, he smiled at his handy work. He stepped up behind her, his erection nudging against her lower back. He reached around her waist, his fingers teasing her soft skin of her stomach sending electric shocks to her core as they traveled up her body. They slowly made it to her breasts, his hands cupping them, needing them softly at first and then more roughly as he lost himself in her body.  The feeling of him surrounding her completely, his hands on her tits, his thumbs playing with her nipples.  She moaned as she surrendered into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt his cock slide between her legs, teasing her already slick folds. He was insatiable, and she couldn't help but be drawn in by his raw, primal desire.

Without a word, Joe positioned himself and pushed into her from behind, filling her in one smooth, powerful stroke, pushing her against the glass. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the fullness of him, her body stretching to accommodate his size. The cold glass pressed against her breasts and stomach, contrasting sharply with the heat of his body, sending waves of sensation through her. She braced her hands against the window, watching the city blur as he began to move, his hips drove into her with a steady, relentless rhythm.

Each movement sent ripples of pleasure through her, making her legs tremble with an intensity that was both exhilarating and overwhelming. She could feel the impending climax building within her, the pressure in her abdomen growing stronger with every passing moment, like a wave swelling before it crashes. The heat between them was palpable, a magnetic force that drew her deeper into the moment, leaving her breathless and yearning for more.

She bit her lip to suppress her cries, the taste of her own skin mingling with the sweet thrill of their final time together. She wished desperately to keep their morning encounter hidden from Jess, who was hopefully blissfully unaware just a few rooms away. The thrill of secrecy only heightened her arousal, making every touch feel electric, every caress a delicious risk.

The rhythmic sound of their bodies colliding filled the air, a symphony of desire that echoed in the quiet of the morning. It mingled with Joe's heavy breaths, each exhale a testament to the pleasure they were sharing, and her own quiet moans that slipped past her lips despite her best efforts to stifle them. Each sound was a reminder of the connection they shared, a bond that felt both thrilling and forbidden.

As the tension coiled tighter within her, she could feel the world outside fading away, leaving only the two of them lost to the moment.  The sunlight casting a warm glow on their sweat covered bodies. She surrendered to the sensations, allowing herself to be swept away in the tide of pleasure, knowing that soon, she would be lost in the blissful release that awaited her.

Her eyes widened in the reflection of the glass as Joe reached around to find her clit, his finger circling the sensitive nub with unerring precision . The addition of that delicate pressure sent her spiralling over the edge, her pussy tightening around him as waves of pleasure surged through her, each pulse igniting a fire deep within. She felt as if she were teetering on the brink of something monumental, a precipice where ecstasy and reality blurred into one. Her breath quickened, each inhale a desperate gasp, as she surrendered to the sensations enveloping her.

She quivered with the intensity of her climax, a soft whimper slipping from her lips, a sound that echoed the sweet surrender of her body to the overwhelming tide of pleasure. Her muscles quaked in bliss, each contraction sending ripples of delight coursing through her, as if every nerve ending had come alive, dancing in harmony with the rhythm of their connection.

Time seemed to stretch and bend around her, the world outside fading into a distant memory. All that existed was the intoxicating blend of warmth and desire, the way he filled her completely, both physically and emotionally. She could feel the heat radiating between them, a magnetic force that pulled her deeper into the moment.

As the waves of pleasure crashed over her, she lost herself in the experience, her mind swirling with colours and sensations. Each pulse of ecstasy was a brushstroke on the canvas of her being, painting her in shades of bliss and fulfilment. She felt alive, every inch of her body tingling with the aftermath of their shared passion.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. The world outside ceased to exist, and all that remained was the intoxicating connection they shared, a bond forged in the fires of desire and trust. She surrendered completely, allowing herself to be swept away, knowing that this was a moment she would carry with her long after the waves had receded.

Her orgasm still pulsing through her, Izzy felt Joe's grip on her release as he withdrew his cock from her.  She whispered with the sudden empty feeling she was left with.  She could hear him moving around the room opening draws, searching for something. 

"What are you doing?" she panted.

"Looking for some... found it," Joe said, his voice filled with excitement.

Izzy glanced over her shoulder, her cheeks still flushed from her recent orgasm. She watched as Joe approached her with a bottle of lube in his hand, the liquid glistening in the early morning light. Her heart skipped a beat as she realised his intentions.

He knelt down behind her and gently parted her ass cheeks, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. His slicked-up index finger began to trace her tight asshole, the sensation far from foreign yet still thrilling. She tensed up slightly, but the way Joe started to play with her pussy as he slipped one then two fingers into her ass hole made her relax. He pumped them in and out, stretching her, while his other rubbed and teased her pussy and clit. The dual sensations were overwhelming, and she found herself eagerly pushing back against his hand, silently begging for more.

He pulled his finger out of her ass and from her slick pussy, she knew what was coming next. He positioned himself at her entrance, the one that had been the site of so many of their most intense moments together.  She loved anal it always made her squirt and cum so hard.  She took a deep breath, bracing herself for the feeling of being filled in a way that she adored and couldn’t get enough of. He was gentle at first, the tip of his cock pushing against her tight hole, stretching her open. She felt a brief flicker of pain as he entered her, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the sensation of fullness and the thrill of the forbidden.

Joe's eyes never left hers in the reflection of the window as he began to move again, his strokes slow and deliberate as he claimed her in the most primal of ways. Her cheek pressed against the cool glass, she watched their reflection, his muscular body moving against hers, his cock disappearing into her again and again. It was a feeling that never failed to arouse her, the power dynamics on full display in their raw, animalistic coupling. She reached down, her fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts.

Her orgasm from before had only heightened her sensitivity, and she could feel another one building quickly. Her breath grew ragged, her movements frantic as she chased the elusive peak. Joe's hand replaced hers, his thumb pressing down on her clit as his fingers delved into her wetness. The combination of being so filled with his skilled fingers deep inside her pussy, his thick cock filling and stretching her ass was almost too much to handle. She moaned louder and louder with every thrust, every movement of his busy fingers.  She felt her legs beginning to shake give out, but his body mixed with his powerful unyielding thrusts kept her firmly in place.

Her juices were now flowing down her legs, mixing with the sweat from their bodies. Joe's movements grew faster, harder, his hips slamming into her with a ferocity that made the glass shake, and Izzy scream his name. The sounds of his aunts and her screams mixed with their bodies colliding echoed through the penthouse, a testament to their passion.  She knew Jess could hear them, but she didn't care, all that mattered to her was chasing the next orgasm, and Joe was driving her to it with a skill that no one else could match.

She could feel the pressure building in her core, her toes began to curled and her legs started to shake as she felt every nerve in her body fire with an overwhelming sense of pleasure.  It was like no feeling she had never experienced before, a mix of pleasure and regret, that this was the last time she would feel him inside her. With each trust of his cock and fingers the pressure grow and grow.

“Oh my god… oh my god… don’t stop, please don’t stop”  she moaned, “I’m… I’m… cummminggg”.

It felt like a tidal wave crashing over her, her body tensing as the intense pressure built up within her released it self. It was as if a dam had burst, unleashing a torrent of emotions she had been holding back for far too long. Her toes curled tight, gripping the cool surface beneath her, while her legs trembled, betraying the tumultuous storm brewing inside her. A wave of hot juices  surged outward, cascading down her thighs and pooling at her feet, soaking the floor below.

This was an unprecedented sensation, a blend of ecstasy and astonishment that left her breathless. It was as if every nerve ending in her body had ignited, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through her. The intensity caught her off guard, overwhelming her senses and blurring the lines between reality and the euphoric moment she was experiencing. She felt alive, electric, as if the very air around her crackled with energy.

In that moment, she couldn't restrain herself from calling out Joe's name, the sound escaping her lips like a prayer, a plea, a declaration of the raw, unfiltered emotion that surged within her. It was a name that held so much weight, a tether to the reality she was momentarily losing herself in. As the sensation continued squirt form her in greater force, it coated his hand, a vivid reminder of the connection they shared, and against the glass window, leaving streaks that mirrored the chaos of her feelings.

The world outside faded into a blur, the sounds muffled as she surrendered to the moment, her heart racing in tandem with the rhythm of her breath. She was acutely aware of Joe's presence beside her, the warmth of his skin contrasting with the coolness of the glass, grounding her even as she floated in this sea of sensation.

As wet nectar continued to gush from her soaking wet core, she felt a sense of liberation wash over her, raw and unfiltered, and she embraced it fully.

Her orgasm cared on and on, the intensity of it making her legs give way. She slumped against the window, her body trembling with the aftershocks as the glass fogged from her hot breath. Joe slowed in thrusts, savouring the tightness of her, eking her orgasm out until she was nothing but a puddle of pleasure against the glass. Finally he stopped, his cock still buried deep inside her ass.

He allowed her to catcher her breath, his own breathing heavy and ragged. He kissed the nape of her neck, his hand returned to playing with her clit as she panted against the window. The feeling of his cock lodged deep in her ass was still overwhelming, but now she craved more, she wanted him to take her over the edge again. Her legs were trembling, and she knew she couldn't hold herself up much longer, but Joe's strong arms kept her in place.

With a wicked smirk, Joe began to move his hips again, his cock sliding in and out of her with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made her eyes roll back in her head. His fingers on her clit were relentless, rubbing and teasing until she was squirming against the glass. She felt her juices flow down her legs, adding the puddle on the floor. 

"Oh god," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Don't stop."

The sensation of being filled so completely, of Joe's thick cock pounding into her from behind while his fingers played her body like an instrument, was almost too much to bear. She felt her orgasm building once more, a pressure that seemed to fill her entire being. Her legs trembled, and she was sure she would collapse if he weren't holding her up. But he didn't stop, he pushed her closer to the edge, his own breathing growing harsher, his movements more urgent.

With each thrust her juices spurted from her pussy onto the floor with an audible splat sound, the sight of it making Joe even harder. He could feel his own climax building, his balls tightening as he watched the pearls of her pleasure pool beneath her. He knew she was close again, her body trembling, her breath hitching. He leaned in, his chest pressing against her back, his teeth grazing her ear.

"You're going to cum for me again, aren't you, baby?" he whispered, his voice gruff with lust.

Izzy's eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth opening in a silent scream as she felt the beginnings of another orgasm. "Yes," she breathed, her voice a needy whimper. "I'm going to cum again."

It surged through her with an intensity she had never experienced, a peak so overwhelming it felt as if it were breaking her apart. The world around her blurred, and she could faintly hear her own cries echoing against the glass, a haunting melody of desperation and ecstasy. Each sound seemed to bounce back at her, amplifying the chaos within. Her breath came in ragged gasps, each inhale a desperate attempt to ground herself in the moment, yet the sensation was too powerful, too consuming to allow her any semblance of control.

Her pussy was contracting, pulsing matching the frantic tempo of her heart, a wild drumbeat that resonated deep within her core. It was as if every nerve ending had ignited, sending waves of electric pleasure coursing through her veins, igniting her skin with a fire that was both exhilarating and terrifying. She felt alive, yet utterly vulnerable, teetering on the edge of something profound and unfathomable.

Her hot sticky juices cascaded down her thighs, adding to the pool on the cool marble beneath her, a stark contrast that sent shivers racing up her spine. The sensation was both grounding and disorienting, a reminder of the physical world even as she floated in a sea of sensation.

Each contraction pulled her deeper into the abyss, a spiral of pleasure that threatened to consume her entirely. She was lost, yet found, in this paradox of being, where every heartbeat felt like a declaration of her existence.

The cries that escaped her lips morphed into a symphony of raw emotion, a primal sound that resonated with the very essence of her being. It was a release, a catharsis that transcended the physical, reaching into the depths of her soul. She was no longer just a body; she was a force of nature, a tempest of feeling that could not be contained.

Joe kept up the onslaught on her clit and slit as he thrusted into her ass faster and faster, pushing Izzy's orgasm to new heights. She could feel her pussy contracting around his hand, her juices flowing freely down her thighs. The sensation of his cock filling her ass while his fingers brought her to climax was a delicious torment she never wanted to end. Her breath fogged the glass as she screamed into it, her breasts pressing against the cool surface, her nipples rubbed against the glass adding to the intense pleasure.

Her body was a symphony of sensations, each stroke of his cock and flick of his fingers sending a new wave of pleasure crashing through her. The feeling grew more intense, the pressure in her pussy building until she could feel it pulsing in time with her heartbeat. Then, with a final, desperate push, she shattered again, her body spasming as another orgasm tore through her.

Her juices spurted out around Joe's hand, painting the glass again in a warm, sticky mess. She could see her own reflection, distorted and wanton, as she came for what felt like an eternity. The room was filled with the sound of her moans, the slap of flesh on flesh, and the wet suction of Joe's cock in her ass. She had never felt so alive, so utterly consumed by pleasure.

As she came down to earth Joe withdrew is cock from her ass, leaving her panting and weak in the knees. Her legs finally gave out and she slid down the window until she was sat in the puddle of her juices looking up at him with glazed eyes.  He smiled down at her as he started working his shaft with his hand, his cum already starting to leak from the tip. 

"Open your mouth," he ordered, his voice still thick with lust.

Izzy obeyed, her mouth watering at the sight of his cock. She felt a mix of satisfaction and hunger, knowing she was the one who had brought him to this point. He stepped closer, his hand moving faster, the muscles in his forearm tensing as he stroked himself. 

"Look at me," he said, and she met his gaze, her eyes locking onto his as he brought himself to climax.

With a roar, Joe released his seed, the hot, sticky liquid arcing through the air to land on her upturned face. She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his cum splatter against her cheeks, her forehead, her nose, and finally her lips. The taste of him filled her mouth as he continued to shoot his load, painting her in a mess of desire. Each spurt brought a new wave of satisfaction, a visual representation of his pleasure and her power over him.

When he was done, he stepped back, grabbed his phone from the nightstand, and snapped a picture of her, sat there in a puddle of her own juices with his cum all over her face. 

He leaned down and whispered, "Something to remember you by," before walking into the bathroom, dressed and left. 

She felt a twinge of embarrassment and shame, she was supposed to be over him. But the reality was, she missed this part of him. She missed the way he could make her feel.  No more now it's over she thought to herself, she had to tell Jess and make sure it stayed between them.