Page 42 of Recovering Ivy

“Not that.” I didn’t understand what he was asking. “You called me baby.” His face twisted and sweat beaded on his forehead. “Say it again!” he demanded.

Zane continued with fast, short strokes but he added his unmoving thumb on my clit. He waited his thumb simply resting on the sensitive area. I needed more. I rocked my hips trying to gain the much-needed friction, but he stopped me.

“Say it again and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Please baby,” I moaned. “I need more. I’m so close.”

His head fell forward and he closed his eyes, his face once again relaxed, and he started adding pressure to my clit. Slow circles became faster ones before he changed to a hard, back-and-forth rub.

“Shit.” That was the spot. “Don’t. I’m. Please. Baby!” I yelled and let go.

Pleasure mingled with pain as my orgasm seemed to last forever.

“Ivy.” Zane’s voice pulled me from the euphoria. “Watch me come for you.”

When he threw his head back and moaned my name, I was grateful he’d demanded I watch. It was a thing of beauty. His muscles bunched. I could see his heart rate pounding in his neck, his dick throbbed inside of me, but the most magnificent part was, Zane Lewis was completely serene.

I wondered if the tranquility I saw was the result of his orgasm or if I’d had the same calming effect he had on me. I hoped that was the case.

Was it possible for two fucked-up, broken people to find solace in one another?

15

Zane

My brain felt like there was a three-alarm blaze going off in my head with all the warning sirens blaring for me to run. What had I done? How in the fuck did I think it was a good idea to essentially make love to Ivy? Not that I’d ever made love before, but in my mind, it was something precariously close to what had happened. And for the love of Christ, why had I asked her to watch me come? There was so much wrong with that; I wasn’t sure where to begin. First, I sounded like a pansy-ass-pussy-whipped-idiot. But more than that, the part that freaked me out even more was, I didn’t share that type of intimacy with anyone. Sure I liked to watch the women I was with get off, but I’d never allowed them to see me. I’d always found creative ways or positions where they couldn’t see me at my most vulnerable. What the hell was it about Ivy that made me want to… no… demand she saw me fully exposed? I couldn’t hide behind my indifference; everything was right there for her to see.

Maybe she hadn’t recognized what I’d shared. Maybe she was too caught up in her own pleasure to know I’d opened up to her in a way that I’d never done with another soul.

Hopefully.

And twice now I’d taken her without a condom. Fuck!

“I didn’t use a condom again,” I told her unnecessarily, as if my come now dripping out of her wasn’t indication enough.

“I’m on birth control,” she reminded me.

“I’m clean. I would never put you in harm’s way.”

She was quiet for a moment before her cheeks tinted a pretty shade of red.

“You don’t have to worry about me. Before that first night when you dusted the cobwebs off, it’d been a long time.”

I didn’t need her to tell me that, her impossibly tight pussy told it for her. I doubted between lovers she even used a vibrator. The thought brought wicked fantasies to the forefront of my mind. How much fun would it be to torture her with a vibrator, bringing her to the edge before pulling back and making her dangle on the precipice before I allowed her to come? I could spend hours eating her pussy while she begged for release. My semi-soft cock was once again hardening at the thought. She’d scream and cry and plead for my cock. It would be music to my ears.

“Zane?”

“Huh?”

“I asked if we were going into your office today.” She wiggled her hips under me. “But…” she trailed off, obviously noticing my cock was ready again.

I had decent recovery time, but I was a man, and needed a few minutes between rounds. Never had my dick hardened again before I’d even pulled out. The brutal truth was I never actually left my cock inside a woman long enough to soften. There was always a condom to contend with and the fact I’d always rejected any closeness. Unfortunately, my orgasm denial fantasy was going to have to wait. We did need to get to the office, but first I had a hard-on to deal with.

“Roll over, baby. Up on your hands and knees.” Her eyes flared with excitement. I leaned down before she could move and whispered, “I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast. I want your sweet pussy sore and aching all day. And tonight, when we come home, I’ll lick it and kiss it until it aches some more. When you’re on the brink of insanity, then I’ll give you my cock.”

Home? What the fuck was I saying?

She nodded, and I watched her swallow, but no words were spoken. I rolled to the side so she could do my bidding. Once she was up on her hands and knees, I scooted behind her.