The second Ivy gave the okay, I claimed her like I’d always wanted.
My mouth descended on hers as my knee went in between her thighs. She opened them further, allowing me to press myself against her tiny body, and her hands wove around my head, crushing my face even harder to hers.
I moved my mouth over hers in a hungry way, like I would never be full. Her lips were soft and sweet, the inside of her mouth warm and inviting. My dick throbbed from just the mere look at her when she walked up her sidewalk with her black heels strapped along her ankles. My eyes traveled down the tight, grey skirt and then paused on the stockings she was wearing.
I briefly wondered if they stopped at her thigh, and then imagined how she would look with only those on, paired with her heels.
My dick instantly felt heavy and it was a desire that I couldn’t quite hold back. The thought of me finally being free of Breanna and Ivy’s flushed faced as she ran her eyes down my body – I was a goner.
Had I imagined Ivy and I having mind-blowing sex before?
Yes.
I couldn’t count how many times as a werido teenager that I’d imagined her and I together like that, but now it was something feral. Like my life wouldn’t go on if I didn’t bury myself inside her.
Aside from my dick standing to attention any time I’d look her way, my heart did, too. It twisted and ratcheted in my chest, beating hard against my ribcage, begging me to attach itself to hers. The feeling was something I only thought hopeless romantics longed for, like those chicks who’d lose themselves in stories like Romeo and Juliet hoping that someday they’d fall in love with someone so deeply that they couldn’t live without them…but that’s how I felt.
Like I could never live without Ivy.
She had left six years ago as my best friend, but now that she was back… she was going to be so much more.
She won’t just be my best friend.
She’ll be my everything.
Clawing my fingers through Ivy’s brown locks, I moved my hands deftly to the back of her skirt. Her lips were still on mine, sucking and biting, moaning every few seconds, urging my fingers to move faster.
I pulled her slender hips away from the wall, just momentarily so I could unzip her tight-ass, sexy skirt, and then slide it down and over her hips, letting it fall gracefully to the floor.
Not having time to look down at what type of panties she was wearing, I moved my hand towards her blouse, undoing all the tiny buttons lining the front all the way down to the hem. I pulled my mouth away from hers, shoving her shirt down past her shoulders and over her arms.
My eyes took in the magnificent scene in front of me and I almost self-combusted from need. My heart stuttered and a surge of craving started at the top of my head and went all the way down to my ankles.
I have never wanted someone so bad, in my entire life.
Ivy was standing in front of me in the darkened living room, wearing nothing but a simple, silk, black bra, black panties, thigh-high tights (I knew it), and heels. Soft, shiny brown hair fell over her shoulders and her chest rose and fell rapidly, pushing her breasts up and down with each breath.
My mouth literally salivated.
Ivy’s normally bright, emerald eyes were dimmed and heavy-lidded as she moved her hands to my pants.
Her fingers fumbled with the button and zipper, taking longer than I’d like for them to fall down to my shoes.
I kicked my shoes off quickly and stepped out of my pants, kicking them away. I then undid the buttons of my shirt, pushing them through their rightful holes, and shrugged it off with the help of Ivy’s hands pushing the fabric off my broad shoulders.
I crushed our barely clothed bodies back together, pressing my eager mouth onto hers. She tasted so sweet, yet so dangerous at the same time.
The second a small, breathy moan escaped her mouth and landed on mine, I snaked one of my arms around her waist, and put my other hand to her breast. I dipped my palm down, underneath the padding of her bra and instantly felt her nipple tighten against my callouses.
“Fuck,” I swore, inching her legs further apart with my bare thigh. I inched my head over to her ear lobe, sucking and nipping it with my teeth.
“Dawson,” she breathed, my name sounding like a fucking lifeline on her lips.
“I know,” I said back, still teasing her neck with my mouth.
I knew what she wanted and I was more than ready to give it to her.
The arm that was snaked around her waist moved back. I guided it down her thigh, stopping just at the top of her tights and then slowly used my fingertip and trailed a line all the way up to her middle.