“This is going to be rough,” I warned her.
I wasn’t in the mood for something sweet and slow. She’d asked me to fuck her, and that was what I planned to do.
She reached out and undid my belt. She leaned down and captured my lips in a biting kiss. “Do it,” she egged me on.
It was all I needed. I pulled Ivy’s lace panties from her body, tearing the fabric from her skin. She gasped in shock, but I didn’t give her too much time to think. I lined my cock up to her entrance and pushed inside.
She released a long moan, and I felt her tighten as I pressed forward hard. “This isn’t going to be soft,” I warned once more. I gritted my teeth together as I tried my best to try and not explode in her tight heat. There was something about being inside Ivy’s body that made me revert back to being an inexperienced teenager.
“I don’t want soft,” her voice was deep and husky. “I want you to fuck me.”
That was all I needed to hear. I surged forward, planting myself deeply inside of Ivy’s body. Ivy tightened and her legs tightened around my waist. I didn’t think much as I pushed myself in and out of Ivy’s body, fucking her into the edge of the stairs. For a moment, I wondered if I was hurting Ivy. My fingers were tight enough around her hips to leave bruises and slamming her back into the edge of the stairs.
I thrust in over and over losing my mind in Ivy’s body. Letting all of my anger and fear from the last year pour out into her until we both came with a scream.
I collapsed on top of Ivy, my weight crushing her further into the stairs. For a moment, we stayed just like that, our bodies cooling down. Neither of us spoke. There was nothing to say.
Neither of us trusted the other, but for now, we were intertwined, whether we wanted to be or not.
“I got a dress today,” Ivy said after a few minutes.
I lifted myself off of her body and looked into her green eyes. Her skin was flushed, and her curls were sweaty and smashed against her forehead. “Really?” I asked. I was surprised. Ivy hadn’t talked too much about the wedding, but I’d gotten the sense that she wasn’t too keen on any of this.
She nodded. “So, we can do this whenever…” There was a fear in her voice, and I knew that she was worried about what would happen next.
I said nothing. I just nodded. Once more, Ivy was letting me know that she wouldn’t betray me. She was willing to marry me, whenever. So why did the thought of all of this make me feel sick?