Crossing The Bridge

Chapter 3: Unconscious and Izzy

[Gia’s POV]

A soft alternate acoustic song in a man's beautiful voice is playing in my mind, as I drove towards my destination. “I am ready, willing, and waiting on you,” was all that I needed to text him. My crush, the man who I have spent the last two years on and off talking to and messaging on social media and our phones. I don’t know why I am taking this risk, knowing my heart and soul are at stake. We had two mediocre dates, and both times he blew me off for at least six months. I knew the moment our eyes first locked on one another that we were soulmates. His big beautiful brown eyes, his sexy hair perfectly spiked in his hawk, and skin so divine that I wanted to lick every inch of him. I am so stupid for doing this. I know that I am just giving him my body and it will all be over after that, but I need to be with him tonight. So badly I have fought these urges with him, and now I cannot even think straight. Driving up highway 169 from Shakopee to his house in Minneapolis, wearing the cutest hot pink and black mini skirt, a thin low cut V-neck tank top, and black wedge sandals, I pondered my consequences to come. I am twenty-seven years old, and my crazy hormones are way out of control right now. I think about him night and day, and I worry that I am obsessed.

As I got closer to the exit, he told me to take, the butterflies in my stomach start to band together to create a knot feeling. I am so nervous right now that my breathing is becoming hitched, and my heart is racing. I have never done anything like this before in my life. I drove several more turns until I was on his street. Seeing his house on the left, I pulled my car around slightly past to pull a U-turn and park in front of his house on the street. After turning off the engine, I see his motorcycle pull up and into his driveway. I get out of the car, taking one last deep breath, and walk up his driveway to meet him. He walks down to meet me, and after closing in on me, his steps slow down. He takes his arm and wraps it around my waist. “I forgot how gorgeous you are,” he says as he places a kiss on my cheek. He then asks me to pull my car into his driveway to keep it safe. After going back to my car, pulling it into the driveway and shutting it off again, I get out and he smiles. I grab my purse, shut my door, lock it, and turn around to see him looking me up and down. Seeing a slight blush on his face, I think quickly, and begin to tell him about the work I have done to the body of my car recently. He grabs my hand, as I guide him around to slowly show him the bodywork I have done, making sure to glide his hand over each area of my car that I have worked on. Our s****l tension is building so much that the air feels so thick. We reach the back of my car, and before I can slide our hands over the completed work on the backend, he turns me to face him, placing his hand on my waist, then pulls me closer to his body. His smell is intoxicating, as he bends down slightly to gently place his lips on mine. As he deepens the kiss, and his tongue slides into my mouth to explore every sensitive space in my mouth and on my lips, his other hand moves down my hips towards the bottom of the seam of my skirt. He slowly lifts the skirt upwards while caressing my thighs. His hand travels further towards my inner thighs as he moans softly in my mouth, until he reaches my very soft and personal space. His fingers move aside one edge of my black panties, until they find their way to my sacred lips. He rubs my c******s softly and slowly, making my arousal spike. Then, he enters one of his long fingers into me, and I moan in his mouth. As my arousal wets his fingers, I move my hips to the rhythm of his hand, and in this moment, I completely forgot where I was, and that we were still standing in his driveway.

He pulls his finger out of me, brings it to his lips, and sucks it like he is sucking on the most delicious fruit he has ever had. With a gleam of satisfaction, he puts my skirt back in place, places his hand on the small of my back, and guides me to his front door. At this point, my legs are shaking in anticipation of what I am about to experience. I follow him to his room, which is small, with his bed up against a wall near a window, a large wardrobe near his closet, another smaller dresser opposite his bed, a nightstand with a lamp, and a small pile of dirty laundry on the floor near his wardrobe. He gestures me to sit on the edge of the longer side of his bed. I place my purse on his dresser, slip my shoes off, and sit nervously on the edge of his bed. He sits down on the floor across from me, grabs his laptop to move it away from the bed, and tells me he likes spiders. My right eyebrow raised, not understanding what he was talking about, he quickly perceives the cue, and points to the Spyder sticker on his laptop. After I giggle slightly, realizing he meant the brand and wasn’t randomly talking about spiders, he blushes, and I can tell he is nervous as well. It comforts me a bit knowing that this might be new to the both of us. With a slight shake of his head, as if he didn’t know why he told me about his sticker, he then gets on his knees in front of my lap, looks me in the eyes, and tells me to lie down on my back. I am so freaking out, but I follow his instructions. I can feel his hands on my thighs, moving up towards my skirt, which he pulls off my hips in one swift motion to expose my black bikini panties. Trying to calm my racing heart down, I feel him slowly slide my panties down, as he has me lift my butt so that he can continue the slow sensual act of gliding them sensually down my legs. I try to look up at him, but as I began to move my head up, he spreads my legs, and I feel his warm breath blowing gently on my p***y. My lower stomach clenches as I feel his tongue lick my c******s. He continues to slowly drag his tongue up and down my labia and c******s, and the realization kicks in that the guy of my dreams is going to take everything from me tonight. Before my mind could continue that realization and suck me into the darkness that often swallowed me, he disrupted it as he cupped his lips on my clitoritis and sucked. Placing a finger inside of me, he asserted himself more by licking and sucking every sensitive cell of my flower. Feeling the pulsating sensations of his tongue and lips in and on me, my body started having waves of warm pleasure and shocks cascading up and down. My mind went into another dimension, as his blissful mouth continued the consumption of my arousal. Trying so hard not to scream in intense pleasure, I tugged on my bottom lip with my teeth to force the sounds from erupting out of me. He did not waiver, and continued as I met multiple orgasms. I have no idea how he pleasured me with his mouth and tongue for over an hour, and I became completely vulnerable to him. So vulnerable that my normal tenacious willpower was completely broken down.

After the fourth orgasm, he licked up every drop of my nectar, stood up, took off his shirt and laid next to me in his bed. My body was in shock for so long that it was difficult for me to move. When I finally mustered the strength, I crawled up on all fours, slowly stalked over to him and straddled him. He smiled with his hooded eyes staring at me. I bent down, placed my lips to his, and as he connected his lips to mine a foreign electric current of energy flowed through him into me, and back out of me to him. Never have I experienced that. He grabbed the back of my neck as he launched himself into a seating position, sucked my lips, flipped me on my backside, and positioned himself between my legs. Tracing his fingers up my stomach, he pushed my blouse up and with one hand he pulled it over my head, throwing it onto the floor. Being fully naked in front of someone has always been scary to me. I had never allowed anyone to see me naked before this moment. Self-consciously, I placed my hands and arms over my chest, realizing how ridiculous it was at this point to attempt to conceal my scars, as I am already naked, with the lights fully on. He smiled, removed my arms from my chest, and took my left breast into his hand while sucking on my n****e. He switched to each breast so to give them both an equal amount of appreciation. Without removing his mouth, he slipped his pants and boxers off and my chest had a rush of anxious waves run through it. This was it; we are doing this. He grabbed my legs and spread them wider, while he got up on his knees and looked down at my glistening flower.

The image of him staring at my p***y in his own state of pure visual pleasure will brand itself in my mind for eternity. He smirked while taking his massive c**k in his hand and slowly stroked himself before he looked back up into my eyes and put the head of his d**k near my entrance. He bent down to kiss me, and as I began to get lost again in the strange and exhilarating electric current running between our lips, I felt his manhood press into me. He slowly slid himself in, and as each inch pushed deeper into me, my vaginal walls clenched and pulsated with so much energy that I felt like I was going to explode right then and there. We were made for each other. Our bodies were almost perfect cutouts of one another, and we fit back together expertly. He thrust his hips back and forth with so much grace and skill. My body reacted to his every movement. Feeling him inch back and forth inside of me, while hitting all the extremely sensitive places in my vaginal walls. Doing everything I could not to scream, I finally was able to suppress my vocals. I placed my hands gently around his neck and squeezed him. He reacted by thrusting deeper into me and moaning. He smiled again, pulled my legs further up and placed my feet onto his well-sculpted chest. In this position, he was so deep inside of me that it caused an instant wave of pleasure. His meticulous and sexy assault of my p***y continued as I soaked his c**k repeatedly with my multiple releases. Flipping me over onto my stomach, he grabbed my hips, bringing my ass towards his pelvis, and thrust his c**k once again inside of me. The more he thrusted in and out of me the more he hit my g-spot, and I was launched into yet another level of pleasure. In my eyes, Izzy was a God. His c**k swelled more inside of me until he found his climax and flooded the condom in me with his seed. As he pulled out of me, the condom got stuck inside. He flipped me back over onto my back, kissed my lips, put his fingers inside of me and pulled it out to discard it in the trash. He then licked the fingers he had inside of me, looked at me and said, “you taste so sweet, like a most delicious peach.” His words softly destroying me.

As I went to escape his bed, he stopped me and asked what I was doing. I said I was going to put my clothes on. “No, come lay next to me,” he commanded. Without question, I laid down next to him with my arm draped on his chest. He turned the light off and we fell asleep in each other’s arms. Waking to his alarm and the sun beaming through the window, I felt one of his hands massaging my ass. He got up in the bed, crawled up behind me, lifted my hips in the air, and teased my p***y with his weapon of female destruction. After a good hour more of satisfying morning s*x with him, he left the room to get ready for work. I took the opportunity to move my wobbling legs around the room to find my clothes and put them on. When he got back into the room, he looked at me with disappointment. Not understanding why he would look at me that way, I asked if he was OK. “Stay here, in my bed,” he pleaded. My heart dropped in my chest, as I did not know what to do or say. I wanted more than anything to stay in his bed until he got home from work so that we could continue to explore our fantasies with each other, but I was scared and confused. So, I said I should leave as I have to do errands on my last day off this weekend. He gave me a glare, before I grabbed my purse and followed him out the front door of his house. He walked me to my car, and we embraced in a kiss so passionate and confusing that I worried it might be the last kiss we would ever have. I got into my car as he got onto his bike. We both stared at each other for a long moment before he drove off. My heart fully sank in my chest. I turned the car on and drove the long drive of shame home. Driving home, “careless whisper” played on the radio, and my anxiety peaked thinking about how he and I are possibly never going to dance again.

As each of the days and weeks that passed without a single text or call from him, even after I texted him to see how he was doing, with still no response, my heart collapsed into a crushing break. Just as the flood of memories of him, my heartbreak, and soul-crushing pain started to surface again, a giant black wolf with amber eyes that flickered to obsidian, appeared in my mind. The wolf disrupted my memory of Izzy. He prowled slowly up to me with his head slightly downward but his eyes focusing on me. As soon as his massive head was near my face, he whimpered, stuck his tongue out, and licked the tears from my cheeks. I placed my hands on his neck and hugged him so deeply. While in our embrace, I felt a breath at my neck. The man whose lips were a mere inch away from my neck, whispered “mine” to me. Stuck in place, he pressed his mouth to my neck and fangs protruded out. A sharp sting of pain smashed into me as his fangs broke through the skin on my neck. As the wolf kept licking me, and the man behind me was sucking my neck, a third being came into my view. Another man, with jet black wings projecting out of his back. He stared down at the three of us with a lustful look in his eyes, and then his wings spread further to blanket us all in a dark and strange embrace. My body felt airy and was lifted off the ground as though I was on a cloud floating upwards to meet up with the sky again. “Gia, Gia, wake up,” I heard my inner voice repeat several times.