“Yeah, a little nickname I made for you.” She laughs softly.
“And why is that?”
“Easy breezy, because let’s be honest Fallon… you’ve had most of West Cove Coast boys, no?”
I felt shame wash over me, it wasn’t the truth, but it also wasn’t a complete lie.
“Is that what you think?” I couldn’t help the vulnerability in my voice at her assumption.
“Is it not the truth?” she challenged, but the spiteful tone that was once lacing her voice had fizzled out.
“No,” I shook my head, “sure, I’ve slept with a few guys and been with one or two girls, but never all the way. Maybe a kiss or two, a little foreplay…” I blush at my admission,
Ivy says nothing, just twiddles with the corner of the hymn sheet that she picked up.
“What about you? Have you been with people before?” I couldn’t help but ask, but as soon as the question left my mouth, I felt a surge of jealousy shoot through me.
“Yes,” she answered bluntly.
“Have you ever been with a girl?” I whisper, edging closer to her as I tuck a loose strand of hair that had fallen from her ponytail behind her ear. Her breath caught and her cheeks reddened giving me her answer.
“Well, that makes me happy.” I say to her, leaning in I cup her face and lift it, so she is looking at me. “I want to be your first girl… your only girl…” I whispered across her lips as my eyes fell to her parted mouth.
I didn’t let her speak, I covered her mouth as if her kiss was the only way to breath, the only way to keep myself alive. She was my oxygen.
Her tongue edged into my mouth cautiously as our kiss deepened. My finger skimmed over her bare thigh as I glided my hand up her skirt.
“Let me touch you… let me taste you… show you just how much I like you…” I breathed as I pulled away, I felt breathless and heady around her, and I loved it.
“Fallon,” she whispered.
“You can’t tell me you don’t feel this…” I breathed. “That you don’t feel what I feel…”
Her lips smashed back into mine, her hand wrapping around the back of my head as if she was trying to hold me against her. My hand continued before I skimmed my fingers over the lace of her knickers. She was already soaked for me, and I hadn’t done anything.
A moan filled her mouth as I ran my finger through her core. Breaking the kiss, my other hand pushed her skirt up round her waist so I could see her. My heart jack-hammered in my chest as I pulled her knickers to the side exposing her. Rubbing my two fingers over her swollen clit, her breath caught as she watched me pleasure her.
“See how good I can make you feel?” I whisper, not taking my eyes off her.
She moaned in agreement as I slipped my fingers between her folds, pressing them into her entrance and plunging them deep before dragging them back to her clit.
“See how your pussy loves being filled and pleasured by me…” I continue with my slaughter of dirty talk that seemed to turn her on.
“Fallon,” she whispers as her eyes meet mine.
“I’m right here Princess, I’m not going anywhere.” I pull my bottom lip between my teeth as I plunge my fingers back into her again.
I edge off the pew and drop to my knees. Slipping my fingers out of her, I spread her legs further apart before I lower my hot mouth over her, licking and sucking on her already swollen and sensitive clit.
She cries out, I shoot one of my hands over her mouth to silence as her as I lash my tongue over her.
Her head falls forward as she watches me, I swirl my finger at her opening teasing her. Her hips buck forward as I push a finger into her, pumping in and out of her slowly as my tongue continues to stroke her clit.
She tastes so much better than I could have imagined. The number of times I have played this scenario out in my head, pleasuring myself to each one of them and here I was, finally eating her like I had dreamed of.
She exceeded all my expectations.
I feel her pussy constrict and tighten before her legs begin to tremble.