Page 40 of Recovering Ivy

I opened my eyes and the sight before me was almost too much. Her pretty face was flush, her big, full tits on display, nipples hard, soft belly, and finally I locked on to where my cock was disappearing into her body. Albeit is was partially obscured, however, I’d never, not once, in all the times I’d had sex, reveled in the connection. But with Ivy, I took great pleasure watching her glide up and down, leaving a trail of her excitement on my bare cock.

Fuck.

“Condom, baby.”

Never a good afterthought to have. No woman had ever made me lose my head and forget a condom. Not even when I was a teenager.

“Birth control,” she moaned on a downslide.

She swiveled her hips before she pulled back up to the tip.

Fuck.

Now was not the time to talk about medical history. I knew I was clean, and despite how I’d met Ivy, I didn’t think she made a habit of going home with men.

“Lean down,” I demanded. “I want your tits on my face while you ride me.”

She leaned forward, and my mouth latched on to her right nipple while my hands moved to her ass. It didn’t take her long to get me to the point of exploding.

“Fuck me, baby.” She obliged and rode me harder. “You feel so fucking good I’m gonna come.” I moved to her left nipple and tightened my ass, thrusting up every time she sank down. Holy fuck, I was going to blow any second. She felt too good. Her tits in my face, my hands on her ass, and her tight pussy squeezing my cock like a fist was too much. Not to mention without the barrier between us I could feel everything.

She slid down and I held her still, balls deep inside of her. I rocked her hips, grinding her clit on my pelvis.

“Zane,” she panted.

“That’s it. Come with me.” I pushed up and her internal muscles tightened. “Fuck, Ivy. Hurry, baby. You feel so fucking good I can’t stop it.” I pulled back and thrust up. “Come with me. Now!”

I let go. My balls tightened painfully before come shot out of my cock so hard and so fast my vision blurred. I felt Ivy contract around me before she moaned her release.

“Holy… fuck… Zane.”

Ivy collapsed forward, giving me her weight. Her tits were sandwiched between us, her head rested on my shoulder, and her face was in the crook of my neck. We laid there in silence, both of us trying to recover and catch our breath.

That’s when I felt it.

Something so small it was huge.

Feather light kisses on my neck.

I didn’t dare move. I didn’t know if I wanted to push her off or hold her close. These kisses weren’t in the height of passion or in the throes of ecstasy. They were sweet and soft, loving and gentle. The longer I stayed still, the more I realized I was in big fucking trouble. Not only did I not want her to stop, I wanted more.

I was playing a dangerous game. I had no right to take whatever this was from her. However, like everything else with Ivy, I was too weak to stop it.

I took and took from her. Her soothing touch. Her gentle kisses. Most of all, I took the peace I felt with her in my arms and I locked it down deep inside.

I was fucked.

14

Ivy

Sometime in the middle of the night I had tangled myself around Zane. After I had attacked him last night, then laid on top of him not wanting to lose the safety of his arms, I further embarrassed myself and basically made out with his neck.

What type of crazy person does that?

I was afraid to open my eyes. I knew he was awake. He’d softly brushed the hair off my cheek, and his fingertips were brushing my lower back. God, it felt so good when he touched me. I really, really, did not want to have to face him. I’d jumped him and used him. I’d even told him that was why I wanted to have sex with him. It was a half-truth, so I didn’t feel bad about lying. I did want him to make me forget, but more than that, I wanted him.

I shouldn’t. He was dangerous; he’d shatter my world without meaning to.