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His fingers quick and nimble, he unlaced her bodice, and with his heart fluttering in his chest, he opened the front of her dress, sliding his tongue from the hollow of her neck, down to her cleavage. And the moment his tongue touched her nipple, Ivy let out a long, shuddering groan as her body tightened. Fin raised his head and locked eyes with her.
“Is this all right?” he asked softly.
A choked gasp burst from her throat, and she hesitated, but then quickly nodded, a light of near desperate need in her eyes. Fin was sure the same light was reflected in his own gaze. He pushed her dress all the way open, exposing her body to him for the first time, and Ivy let out a gasp, instinctively moving her hands to cover her own nakedness from him.
Fin gently removed her hands and looked at her body, feeling himself grow impossibly hard, the need and desire inside consuming him like a wildfire. She shuddered as he planted gentle kisses upon her flesh, small moans passing her lips with each one.
Fin slid down, and she raised her hips, letting him slide her dress down and off her body completely. Her cheeks flared with color, and she could not meet his eyes as his gaze roamed her entire body, taking in every inch of flesh from head to foot. Her smooth, alabaster skin glowed in the sunlight, her hair, the color of a raven’s wing was a contrast that accentuated it. The curves and swells of her body were intoxicating, and to Fin, she was a goddess made flesh. The living embodiment of beauty.
“Ye are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he said softly.
Ivy covered her face with her hands, her face a shade of red more vivid than anything he’d ever seen. And yet, it somehow made her even more beautiful in his eyes. Fin reached out and gently pulled her hands away from her face, then pressed a kiss to her mouth.
He pulled back and, with a lustful smile, slid down her body, relishing the feel of her smooth skin beneath his fingertips. He nestled himself between her thighs, and she looked down at him with eyes that were so wide, he thought they might pop out of her head. Her lips trembled, and he felt her body growing tense beneath him. With a wicked grin on his face, Fin dipped his head down and ran the tip of his tongue along her wet, swollen folds.
Ivy threw her head back and cried out, her thighs immediately clamping around his head. As he lapped at her warm, molten core, she squeezed him tighter. But he remained undaunted and pressed his face forward, slipping his tongue deeper inside of her, licking and sucking on her swollen bud, and Ivy let out a high, keening wail that echoed around the forest.
She reached down and grabbed his hair, yanking it hard as she ground herself against his face. Her breath was quick and her face tight, caught in the waves of ecstasy. He plunged his tongue deeper into her, relishing the scent and the taste of her upon his lips. Ivy’s body grew taut, and her grip on his hair tightened as he lapped at her hungrily.
The cry that came from her mouth was primal as her climax came crashing down over her. Ivy thrashed and writhed beneath him as she reached the apex of pleasure. Her thighs still clamped tight around his head, and her hand pulling at his hair, Ivy groaned loudly and lustily, her entire body trembling wildly.
Eventually, the trembling lessened, and her muscles relaxed. She loosened her grip on him, and Fin got to his knees, looking down at her with a wide, wicked smile on his face. He licked his lips, savoring her juices. Ivy lay there, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath, puddled on the blanket beneath them with an awestruck look on her face. She did not move or speak for several long moments.
“Are ye all right?” he chuckled.
Ivy swallowed hard and nodded. “Y - yes. I think,” she stammered. “That was - unexpected.”
Fin smiled gently, realizing that had been her first time laying with a man. He did not know why it surprised him, but it did. Laying with a woman had never been much of a mystery to him, and he had never really given much thought to the idea that it might be to others. He had learned to give himself release when he was young and just thought it was natural for others to explore their bodies.
He had just assumed that a woman as beautiful as Ivy would have had more than enough opportunity to sate her own carnal cravings, if only by giving herself a release. But as she looked at him with eyes that were still unfocused and cheeks that were a bright shade of scarlet, Fin realized that was not the case. This was, in fact, her first experience of any kind.
That she had chosen him to be her first both made him feel humbled, but also in a strange way, scared him. It was not his first time claiming a woman’s maidenhead, but with Ivy, it was just - different. It somehow meant more to him and, at the same time, made him feel unworthy of such a gift.
“Dae ye want tae stop?” he whispered. “Tis all right if ye dae. I just--”
A sly smile curled her lip upward. “I feel so amazing right now that if you stop, I may have to kill you myself.”
Fin laughed as he collapsed on top of her, bracing himself on his arms above her so he could look down into her eyes. Ivy parted her thighs and wrapped her legs around his waist as she looked back up at him, gnawing on her bottom lip. There was an excited yet fearful light shining in her face. But there was also a curiosity Fin could see that aroused him.
He positioned the head of his stalk at her opening, nestling it between her warm, slick folds. He felt Ivy tense up beneath him, and she grabbed hold of his forearms, digging her nails into his flesh. He leaned down and kissed her again, and as he did, he slowly pushed himself inside of her. He moved deliberately, sinking his stalk into her inch by inch, rather than thrust himself inside all at once.
Ivy gasped and her face contorted in pain for a moment as he filled her up. And when he was fully sheathed inside of her, Fin paused, giving them both a moment to adjust to him being inside of her. She was so warm and tight that Fin could barely keep himself from climaxing almost instantly. But he gritted his teeth and willed himself to hold off.
Small whimpers escaped Ivy’s mouth, and her body was tense. Her face was etched with discomfort for several long moments, but Fin, not wanting to cause her any pain, started to slide himself out of her. But as he moved, Ivy’s whimpers became a low, languid moan, and she locked her ankles together behind him, holding him in place.
“You are not going anywhere,” she said, her voice breathy and strained.
Fin grinned at her. “Are ye certain?” he asked. “Ye’re all right then?”
She nodded. “Yes. Please don’t stop.”
Fin began to roll his hips slowly, gently, moaning as his thick shaft slid along her tight inner walls. Ivy was so wet, he was able to move with ease inside of her. She moaned and dug her nails into his arms harder as she drew in a sharp breath. She moaned salaciously, her eyes rolling back in her head as he started to pump his hips a little harder, burying himself deep inside of her with every thrust.
Ivy stuttered, and her breathing was ragged, but she clung tightly to him, writhing as he drove his stalk deep into her core. Her movements grew increasingly frantic as her body tensed, and her cries came out in stuttering gasps.
“Fin,” she cried. “Oh God--”
Her words were cut off by a long, loud cry of sheer ecstasy that echoed around them, startling a group of birds in a nearby tree who noisily took to the sky. Gripped tightly by her climax, Ivy shuddered and writhed beneath Fin wildly. Her fingernails were dug so far into his skin, he was sure he’d have cuts. But feeling her hot, molten core pulsing around his thick stalk felt incredible to Fin, and he was overcome by waves of sheer bliss.
