The Model (H.S)

Harry's POV

I got down in the kitchen to start the breakfast. My head was aching by all the thoughts. Izzy is an amazing woman. She makes me smile more than I have in a while. I haven't smiled much after her... But if I tell Izzy about her, I will surely push her away. No woman would want me after what I've done. That's why I don't do relationships anymore. Everyone ends up getting hurt. There's no happy ending for me, I'm doomed to be alone. 

I know I like Izzy, a lot. Yesterday I knew it, I knew I felt something for her. But I can't admit it, not to her and not to myself. We should not be doing this. The hard thing is that her touch, her smile, her laugh and her amazing golden brown eyes, make it impossible for me to end this...this thing we have. I don't know what to call it. 

The truth is, I'm afraid. I'm afraid I'm into deep in this shit. Fuck, she's so amazing. And she's been hurt so much, by that motherfucking douche of an ex boyfriend. How dare he show up here, and try to threat her and be back in her life again. 

My anger get the best of my and I end up breaking the wooden spoon in my hands.

I hear Izzy's footsteps padding down the stairs. Dammit! I throw away the spoon in the trash before she enters the kitchen and pick up another, but in plastic. 

"What are you making? It smells delicious" she stands on her tippy toes behind me to try to get a look over my shoulder of the scrambled eggs in the frying pan. 

"Scrambled eggs.." I don't know what to say to her. She places her hands around my waist and kisses me between my shoulder blades.  Her touch and lips leaves goosebumps on my skin and I shiver in pleasure. 

I close my eyes and place one of my hands over hers, "It's almost ready.."

One of her hands, the one I'm not holding, travels down my stomach down to the waistband on my boxers and I gulp, knowing what she's up to. 

I stop her hand before it gets any deeper. I glance over at her over my shoulder, "What are you up to?"

I know very well what she's up to, but I didn't think she was such a bold girl. She meets my eyes and blush a little. God, when she blushes like that I just want to fuck her brains out. No, Harry calm down, she's innocent...in a way.

She smiles shyly at me, "I just want to make up to what you did to me last night...to make you feel good." At the last statement she looks away, but her hand gets out of my grip and dips down in my briefs. She holds my hard cock in her hand and I let out a low growl, was that really me making that sound? 

This woman is making me crazy. I put the frying pan at the side and turn around in a movement and take her face in my hands. Without any words I kiss her hard and hungrily, damn, I want to feel her so badly. 

She makes a little gasp and I hold her close to me. Suddenly she breaks the kiss and get down on her knees, 'Oh no'. 

She smiles up at me and pull down my briefs before her eyes go wide in amazement. My cock is already hard as ever, the relief of the underwear gone is amazing. 

Her hand embraces it and make slow movements. Dammit this is torture, her little hand is so soft and it feels amazing. I moan involuntary by her touch. She looks up at me as she licks the tip of it, 'shit, she knows what she's doing to me'.

I meet her eyes as she takes me in her mouth, her lips around me feels amazing. I grip her hair with one hand as the other grips the counter, hard. My hips making a movement to make her take more of me in her. 

My eyes never leaving hers as he starts to move her head slowly, torturing me in amazing pleasure. My breathing is all ragged and her name slip off my lips several times.