“I wouldn’t have to worry about getting pregnant,” she said.
It wasn’t a question.
“No, though if I put a baby in your belly, it would make me the happiest man alive.”
She twisted to stare at me over her shoulder. “You can’t be serious?”
“Why wouldn’t I be serious?”
“I-I don’t know,” she stammered. “Because we don’t have that kind of a future.”
“If you got pregnant, we’d have to consider one.”
She turned back around, breaking our eye contact. “Stop teasing me, Jay. Fuck me.”
She didn’t need to ask twice. With my hand on her back, I pushed her to all fours.
“God, you look so sexy in this position.” Her arse and the folds of her pussy beneath, both swollen and wet and ready for the taking. “I could fuck you all day every day and never get enough.”
I parted her cheeks with my palms and dropped down to tongue her tight little hole.
Ivy jerked away from me. “God, Jay, no. You can’t do that.”
She seemed horrified, and I took some amused pleasure from it.
“Can’t do what? Lick your arsehole?”
“No!”
“I’ll do more than just lick it, baby. I’ll take all of it.”
“I-I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll get you ready.”
She relaxed a fraction, and I rimmed her hole and then pushed my tongue inside. She bucked and squealed, but I held her down. I loved every inch of her. When she started to relax again, her breathing growing faster and shallower, I switched out my tongue for a finger. I inserted the tip and she let out that sexy little whimper again.
“I want to stretch your arsehole wide, Ivy. Don’t worry, we’re going to use plenty of lube. You trust me, don’t you, baby? You know I’d never do anything that would hurt you, unless there was pleasure involved, too.”
“I trust you.”
“Good girl.”
I clicked open the top of the lube and applied a good amount to my fingers and her hole. I didn’t want to hurt her. I slid my finger back inside, deeper this time, and fingered her a few more times, loosening her up, and then I added a second.
“Fuck, Jay, that burns.”
“Breathe. It’ll pass.”
When I sensed her relaxing again, I slipped my fingers from her and positioned myself behind her.
I nudged my cock against her hole. “Keep breathing, baby. Try not to tense.”
I tried again, but once more, she tensed.
“Play with your clit,” I told her.
She reached between her legs, doing as she was told, and my cock got even harder. I loved how she always wanted to please me, at least when we were in bed. Outside of the bedroom, she’d happily tell me to go fuck myself if I was in the wrong, and I loved that about her, too.