Page 25 of Mommy

Hell, fucking no.

Grinning to myself, I turn the handle to give gas, letting the bike speed forward enough to let it loose grip with the front wheel just the slightest bit.

As expected, Ivy glues herself back to my body, her thighs squeeze mine and her arms mold to my stomach.

Something I didn’t see coming is a wild, muffled giggle in my ear. And it’s doing things to my stomach. Making it flip outside of my body for a split second before it settles back down, but in a weird position.

Ivory seems to have experienced something similar, because when I cut the engine she doesn’t move, and instead stays wrapped around my body. Her breaths come out in chopped giggles, and I can feel her hips shifting against my lower back.

“You gotta let go, sweetheart. Or we won’t make it into the house.” I grit out through my teeth, trying my hardest to not focus on her rolling hips.

Slowly she uncurls her arms and legs enough for me to get off the bike and pick her up.

I don’t bother setting her down and instead, I pull her into my arms and wait for her legs to come back around my hips.

She weighs fucking nothing.

Leaving the bike in the driveway I carry her to the front door, unlocking it with one hand while my other stays on her ass, supporting her effortlessly.

Not nearly enough weight for a grown woman.

As soon as the door falls into the lock behind me, Ivy moves in my arms, but I don’t let go.

Enough waiting.

The helmets get in the way when I lean down to tell her just that. Pressing her backwards against the wall to have my hands free I make quick work of taking my own helmet off before I move on to carefully free her of hers.

Her chaos curls spill everywhere, more tussled even than before and I bury my hands in the silky mess. Reaching the back of her scalp, I use her hair to tilt her head back.

Baby blue eyes settle on me. Looking straight into my soul, seeming to unfurl my desire at its core.

Nope.

Breaking off the eye contact, I bring my mouth down on Ivory’s, my tongue rolling over her bottom lip until she opens up for me.

Her kisses are soft, shy almost. And they make me feral for more.

Letting the helmet drop to the floor, I let my hands roam over her body. Right now, I don’t even give a shit if the helmet breaks. This right here? Way more important.

There are bones everywhere. Bones and skin and … nothing. Barely any muscle to hold onto, and it almost feels like my fingers sink into her skeleton when I grip her harder to my chest.

How has our society gone so off the rails that this is the beauty standard? I can’t see anything but danger in how thin Ivory is, and yet I know that most people wouldn’t even bat an eye at her slim frame.

Her hips still shift against mine, rubbing me just right. Even through the clothes. I’m about fucking ready to spill into my pants when a low moan comes from her lips and breaks against my teeth.

I keep her moving against me, supporting her hips tight circles with my hands on her ass as I carry her up the stairs.

Before the bed I set her down, steadying her when she sways to one side. My hand at her waist grabs hold of the hoodie she wears, fumbling the fabric out of the way and gaining me access to her flat stomach.

Guiding her body backwards onto the bed, I bring my lips back to hers as I let my hands travel up up up.

No bra.

Fuck.

Her nipples are taunt under my greedy fingers and I groan against her lips, my hips pushing forward on reflex alone. I thrust against her thigh again, revelling at the feeling of her against my hard cock.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny in my entire life; so out of control when it comes to my desires. If we keep doing this, I’ll definitely be done before it has even started. Coming in my boxers like I would have 15 years ago.