Chapter Nineteen
Ihadn’t really planned to touch Ivy, at least, not tonight. When I’d come to the room after dinner, she’d been laying in the bed, snoring lightly, finally at peace. I felt my heart go out to her.
I’d called Sasha up, who was the one to undress her and slip her under the covers.
But now, things were different, and as Ivy lay sprawled before me, I wasn’t about to deny myself the pleasure of her body.
“Do you like that?” I asked, voice husky with pent up desire. I pulled my finger slowly in and out of Ivy’s body. She moaned and her knees splayed open as she tried to press herself forward.
She moaned. I knew that it wasn’t enough. Her back bent as she tried to get me to speed up. I smiled. Ivy wasn’t someone who was willing to sit and wait for her pleasure. I knew that if she could, she would take it from me.
“Marco,” she moaned out. “Stop fucking teasing me.”
I smiled as I leaned down towards her pussy. I could smell the desire from her wetness. “What do you want?” I asked. She squirmed, and I knew that she felt my breath playing across her. She was completely bare, and her pussy was glistening with her juices.
“Stop teasing me,” she moaned.
I leaned down and swiped a tongue across her slit. She moaned loudly, and the sound of it broke a dam of desire inside of me. I wasn’t in the mood for playing anymore. My tongue slid itself into her wetness, and my lips sealed themselves around her clit.
“Oh god,” she moaned out. Her legs were shaking, and I knew that she was coming close to her orgasm. I smiled as I felt her fingers tangle themselves in my hair. She pressed me closer to her wetness, and my teeth nibbled on her clit. She was so sensitive, and that was all that it took.
Ivy’s body trembled and her thighs clenched themselves around my head as he orgasm hit her. I didn’t let up. This was just the appetizer. I wanted her mindless with pleasure, screaming my name.
Her grip softened as I licked her down from her high. She was so wet that I could help but wonder what she would feel like when I finally got inside of her body.
I lifted my head up grinning as I looked at the flush on her skin. Ivy’s breasts were rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. Her dark hair was fanned out over a pillow, and her eyes were closed.
I kissed my way up her thigh, stopping to lick a bit of the moisture that glistened in various places. Ivy tasted like innocence and sunshine. Vanilla and bubblegum. I wasn’t normally the type to think about a woman’s pleasure, but I knew that this situation was different. Ivy was going to be my wife, whether we both liked it or not, and if I didn’t make this a positive experience for her, I knew we weren’t going to have another one.
As I reached Ivy’s nipples, I reached down and lathed them with my tongue. The sound of her mewing let me know that she liked it.
“Tell me you want this,” I ordered. I wasn’t going to take something that didn’t belong to me. I didn’t need to though. When Ivy looked at me with her dark, green eyes that reminded me of emeralds, I knew that she wanted my cock inside of her as much as I wanted it there. I was so full that I knew that if I didn’t get inside of her soon I was going to bust like a teenager having a wet dream.
“Are you ready for me?” I asked, pressing myself slightly against her. I gritted my teeth together as she tried to suck me back inside of her body.
“Just fuck me already,” she breathed out.
She didn’t need to tell me twice. I surged forward groaning as her wetness engulfed me. “Fuck,” I muttered. My eyes nearly rolled back in my head. Ivy was as tight as a virgin. The thought made me pause for a moment. I’d assumed that this wasn’t her first time. She was a stripper, and she’d been willing to meet me in the back room for a private dance. “You aren’t a virgin, are you?” I asked. There was horror in my voice as I considered it.
I’d never slept with a virgin before. And while the idea of being the first man inside of Ivy filled me with great masculine pleasure, I didn’t want the pressure of a virgin wife.
Ivy laughed slightly. “Are you going to be upset if I say no?” she asked. She wrapped her legs around my torso, and I felt the heel of her foot against my ass.
“Sounds good,” I told her. Though she hadn’t answered my question fully, she’d done it in her own way, and my cock couldn’t hold out any longer.
I surged forward, fighting the little bit of resistance that I felt until I was seated completely inside of her body. “Are you okay?” I asked. My hands were tangled in her hair, and she was breathing heavily.
“I’m fine,” she groaned. I felt her heel press hard into my backside. “But I need you to move.”
I lifted myself on my forearms and pulled out of her body before pressing forward hard. “Shit,” Ivy yelled out. Her hands were around my shoulders, and I felt her nails digging into my shoulder blades.
A grin overtook my face as I listened to Ivy pant and moan as I fucked her. I wasn’t going to last long. Her pussy was practically strangling my cock as I thrusted deep inside of her. I wasn’t going to last very long; I knew that.
Reaching down, I pressed my thumb to her clit. The action caused Ivy to yell. Her body tensed and she practically folded herself in half as her orgasm crashed through her. Her pussy squeezed me, and I let go with a roar spilling myself inside of Ivy before I could think too much about the consequences of my actions.
I pressed forward as we rode our orgasms out together.
After a few minutes, I collapsed on top of Ivy taking a minute to try and catch my breath. I shifted my weight so that I wasn’t crushing her.