Talk? Who wanted to talk? Certainly not Izzy. She was far too wrapped up in kissing him and touching him right now. He smaller body pressed against him and she let out a soft moan against his lips. It was sooo nice, feeling his skin against hers and nothing else seemed to register at the moment.
Her hands moved impatiently to his pants, flipping the button and pushing at them, obviously eager to get the rest of his clothing out of the way. Izzy wanted him and she wanted him now. She was in no mood to go through the pre-show tonight.
Ben's hands were, apparently, just as impatient, because soon her sweats joined his pants on his floor, her panties and his boxers soon following them, and he was pushing into her, pulling another loud moan from her lips as they kissed hungrily over his jaw.
Several frantic thrusts later, they were both crying out their release, his low grunts and groans mixing with her loud cries.
Izzy collapsed against him, covered in a thin layer of sweat, a few brown curls clinging damply to her face, making a contented sound that was something like an "Mmmmmm," of pure contentment as she settled herself into that nook below his shoulder, tracing light, happy circles on his chest.