Epilogue
EPILOGUE
Caleb
I waited on the cream-painted front porch of my two-story house on the outskirts of the Ranch in Rawhide’s housing development, Rawhide Ridge. The place had only been completed six months ago, and it still had that new house smell. Situated across the street from Mason’s place, my home had sweeping views of the mountains from my backyard that took my breath away every sunrise and sunset. I’d lucked out with a corner lot and had an extra big backyard that gave my dog plenty of room to run around.
At my feet Shirly, my golden doodle/who the hell knows what mutt of a dog sat and panted in anticipation. With short, curly golden brown hair and weighing only about thirty pounds, Shirly was an odd-looking dog. Fully grown at four years old, she still had a puppyish look about her. I’d rescued her from a shelter with Ivy right before Christmas.
I’d been with Ivy for well over a year now, long enough that Shirly knew when Ivy was coming to town. My normally couch-potato dog would suddenly become all sassy, prancing around the house while I cleaned. Maybe that was it. I only deep cleaned before Ivy came to stay. Considering that had been at least once a month wasn’t too bad.
Despite living in separate states, we were together more than we were apart. Thanks mostly to Ivy’s ability to do her job remotely at the Ranch. And I spent one week a month at her place in Miami, sometimes more if my schedule allowed it. We made our relationship work and, while it wasn’t easy, Ivy was totally worth the effort.
The sun hung low in the sky, and the air cooled rapidly while I rocked in my chair and drank my coffee from a dark-green mug that had a picture of the cast of the Golden Girls on it. Believe it or not, the mug was one of my prize possessions. Ivy had gotten me hooked on a bunch of 80s TV shows and movies, hidden gems that I’d grown to love. Mostly because of her. Whenever we were able to get together, we always spent time watching a few shows. Usually after we’d done an intense scene together.
Yep, my girl’s version of aftercare included watching reruns of Family Ties and Who’s the Boss .
A black SUV pulled up to the curb, and I burst out laughing when Ivy waddled out.
She wore at least two layers of clothing, and a pale-yellow puffer jacket that covered her from head to almost toe. Massive white mittens adorned her hands, and she swore as she tried to grab her purse with them on. To complete the look, she also wore a pair of sparkly pink hiking boots and fuzzy pink earmuffs.
Fuck, she was too adorable for words.
I jogged up to her, ignoring her scowl as I twirled her into the air.
“Put me down,” she fussed, then moaned softly as I kissed her full lips.
The delicious hint of cherry swirled over my tongue as I licked at her mouth like she was candy.
“I missed you,” I said as I set her down, aware that my neighbor’s kids didn’t need an eyeful if they happened to be looking outside. “Welcome back.”
Shirly, unable to restrain herself any longer, launched off the porch and circled Ivy as I set her down. My woman walked over to the sidewalk, coaxing Shirly along and out of the street. I couldn’t help but smile, knowing Ivy loved my dog maybe more than I did. Living in a condo in Miami had limited her pet options.
When she’d spotted Shirly in her cage at the shelter, it had been mutual love at first sight.
While the driver and I unloaded her suitcases, I grinned as I watched Shirly get belly rubs from Ivy.
Once everything, and everyone, was inside, I moved the suitcases into the foyer by the white-painted stairs, then turned and scooped up my woman.
“Honey,” she sang out softly, “I’m hommmeeee.”
I kissed her again, sampling the sweetness of her. “You sure are. And you’re mine for the next three weeks. I’d say you’d packed lightly, but I got a giant box of women’s clothing delivered to my house yesterday.”
“Well, you told me to bring more of my stuff with me next time I visited, so I did.” She grinned. “Don’t worry, I’ll leave you some closet space.”
“Brat,” I muttered as I kissed her smiling lips.
She wiggled out of my arms, then began to take off her deep winter gear while I laughed to myself. It was 55 degrees outside, not forty below, but Ivy never wanted to be unprepared for the weather again. The jacket came off, revealing a familiar outfit, one that Ivy knew drove me wild. Nothing obscene, but the sight of her in an off-the-shoulder silk blouse always did it for me. The material shimmered against her pale skin, the color somewhere between a deep ruby and purple.
The fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra was blatantly obvious, and I stared at her nipples, clearly outlined by the fabric.
Lifting my gaze from her chest, I found her smirking as I growled, “Excited to see me, baby?”
“It’s just cold outside,” she pouted as we went into the kitchen after removing our boots at the door.
“Well then, it’s a good thing you have an amazing man who has some hot chocolate waiting for you on the stove.”
She gave a happy squeal and went to the cabinet where I kept the mugs, taking out her favorite E.T .-themed cup. It was vintage, something I got for her for Christmas that I’d found while I was in Nevada on business. The moment I’d seen it in a thrift store window, I’d known she’d love it.
After the first deep drink of the warm milk, Ivy let out a sigh. “Oh, that’s so much better. It is freezing out there.”
Laughing, I ran my thumb over the gold chain that symbolized my collar in public. A lab-grown diamond heart the size of my pinky nail dangled in the hollow of her throat, and I had to admit it sparkled more than most real diamonds. Ivy had a thing about unethically sourced diamonds, but still loved the glitter so the lab-grown ones had been a good compromise. I didn’t give a shit, really, as long as she was happy.
Because Ivy made me very, very happy.
I gave her forehead a kiss as she snuggled into me, knowing my girl always needed some cuddle time after we’d been apart for a while. “I have a surprise for you.”
She perked up right away. “You do?”
“Yeah.” I set my mug down and leaned back on the black marble counter behind me, smiling at the way Ivy’s cheeks pinkened up. “It’s in the den.”
She turned and started to head towards the large living room just off the kitchen, but I stopped her.
“No, not that way. Upstairs.”
She tossed her gorgeous hair over her bare shoulder and I had to restrain myself from screwing her on my kitchen table.
Never in my life had I seen a woman more beautiful, smart, and interesting as my Ivy. “Just go upstairs, babygirl. Where the second guest room used to be.”
The green in her hazel eyes seemed to light from within as she grew even more excited. “Used to be? What did you do? Is it a sex room?”
I burst out laughing. “No, babe, sorry. We’ll still have to reserve one of the Dungeon’s play rooms at Rawhide if you want to play with some equipment other than what I have in our toy closet. Sorry.”
She lightly smacked my arm, then entwined her fingers in mine. “You goof. Okay, let’s go see this surprise. I have a few surprises of my own in my luggage.”
I let my mind wander into dirty territory as I followed her bubble butt up the stairs. The jeans that she wore cupped her ass cheeks perfectly, and I had all kinds of plans for her bottom brewing in my depraved mind. She had a bounce in her sock-covered step as she nearly skipped down the hallway, pulling me behind her.
Ivy loved surprises, and I was about to blow her mind.
She opened the door to the formerly bland room that used to house a king-sized bed, dresser, armoire and two side tables.
Now it was a perfectly replicated TV room/den that would have fit in on any of the 80s shows she used to watch.
The walls had been painted polo green, and the carpet was a lush navy shag. Thick and comfy plaid couches formed an L shape along the wall, and a huge dark rectangular wood coffee table sat before it. I’d sacrificed authenticity a bit by having a massive flat screen on the wall instead of a traditional big tube TV, but I did have a VHS player. A complex entertainment system with large speakers faced the sofas, and a couple vintage 80s paintings adorned the wall above one of the couches.
A bookcase and rows of empty shelves filled the far wall. Warm lighting shone from above, with a golden tone that gave everything soft shadows. Pillows of various sizes in jewel tones that matched the plaid were piled on the couches, and a plant in a macrame holder hung near the windows.
Ivy moved into the room, her hand to her mouth as she took in the framed movie posters on either side of the television. They were from two of her favorite movies, and I felt so damn pleased with myself at her obvious delight. She glanced over her shoulder at me, stars sparkling in her eyes, before she went over to examine the collection of VHS tapes occupying the dark wood cabinet beneath the flat screen TV.
I leaned in the doorway, smiling as she kept thanking me as she discovered one detail after another. I had Hayleigh, Chef Connor’s wife, design the room for me. Despite being a Little instead of a Middle, she’d done an amazing job. I’d found most of the vintage items on my own, and it had been fun hunting for treasures for my girl while I traveled for work. Made me feel closer to her even when I missed her something fierce.
But she was mine for the next three weeks, and the thought made me nearly giddy.
“Ivy,” I said as she tried to open a locked cabinet door, “I made this room for you, so you can have your own space. Anytime you want to be alone, come in here. If the door is closed, I’ll know you need some private time. I wanted you to have someplace you could relax and recharge. I thought you’d enjoy this. And if you want to invite me inside, I have some fantasies that I’d like to throw by you.”
She stopped jerking at the locked doors and smiled at me, slowing standing and walking in my direction. “What kind of fantasies?”
“Are you inviting me in?”
“Yep,” she said with a grin. “Now tell me what you want.”
I carefully traced my fingers over her face, knowing she loved the sensation. “I want to seduce you. I want to corrupt my friend’s sweet little sister. To break down her resistance. To make her want it so much she can’t say no. Would you play that game with me, Ivy? Sit on the couch and watch a movie. Fend off my wandering hands until you finally give in. And when you do it is so good. You don’t want to like it but you can’t say no.”
She gave a little wiggle. “That’s hot. Yeah. Go make some popcorn. I’m going to get into character. I saw a movie that will fit the mood.” Giving my shoulders a push she said, “Go, go, if I don’t feel you inside of me soon, I’ll die.”
“Can’t have that,” I laughed and did as she bid, returning about ten minutes later with a bowl of popcorn.
The door was closed, so I did a quick little knock then opened it. Ivy quicky pulled a blanket that had been draped on one corner of a couch, over her lap. She’d turned off the overhead lights, leaving only the table lamps, but it was enough to allow me to see her bright blush. On the screen, the classic Nine and a Half Weeks played one of the sex scenes.
“It isn’t what you think!” Ivy said as I looked down, noticing her jeans and shoes on the floor. “My pants were wet from the snow and I was frozen. I wanted to warm up with this heated blanket. I-I didn’t know what was on TV. And what are you doing here? My brother isn’t even home and it’s a snow day.”
“Your brother asked me to come keep an eye on you,” I said as I ate some popcorn. “Move over, this is the good part. Watch how she responds to him.”
“Put a new movie on,” Ivy grumped as she moved just enough for me to squeeze in on the large couch. “I’m not one of those pervs that enjoy this kind of thing. I just happened to turn on the TV and this was playing. It’s not my fault. I would never pick something so… so dirty. I mean look at what they’re doing to each other! Yuck.”
“That’s because you’ve never done this kind of thing,” I nodded to the screen before I placed my dark sock-clad foot on the table. “If you had, you’d find this a lot more entertaining. Instead you’re like a person who has never eaten cake, watching a show about cakes. You have no idea what you’re missing.”
The chin tilt of her inner brat appeared before she said, “I know plenty. I had a boyfriend over the summer.”
“Right,” I said snidely, “the one you met at camp.”
“We kissed,” she said, making me irrationally jealous.
“Yipeee.” I set my popcorn down on the table, then stole another handful before I said, “Bet he had no idea what to do with his tongue.”
“And, and we made out,” she said with a triumphant smirk, crossing her arms beneath her braless breasts.
I would clamp those before the night was over.
Maybe a little rope.
Nothing too harsh, Ivy wasn’t into heavy stuff, but enough to add a little pinch.
When I didn’t respond, she sat up straighter then flinched back a little as I leaned over to turn on the light next to the couch.
I’d been without her for too long, I needed to see her as night began to fall.
When I drew back and settled into my seat, Ivy was giving me a longing-filled look.
My girl had missed her Master.
Then those pretty eyes of hers narrowed slightly and I braced myself for whatever nonsense was about to come out of her pretty mouth.
Tossing her head back, she said, “He touched my breast.”
“But did he make you come,” I countered, grabbing my popcorn and resuming my eating.
Really into her role playing, my lovely Ivy sputtered. “You-you can’t ask me that.”
“Sure can, just did.” I licked some salt off my fingers. “Did he suck your soft, wet pussy and make you come all over his lips. Soak his chin, make him insane to fuck you?”
She went to hit me, but I caught her hand and easily held it in place.
Sometimes my girl liked it rough, so I gauged her reaction as I jerked her arm up and held it in place. “You hit me, and I’ll hit you back.”
The bow of her upper lip twitched, but she lowered her arm. “You’re disgusting.”
“Well, I guess that answers that question. No woman whose had the pleasure of coming from being licked and sucked would call me disgusting. They’d be wondering if I knew how to make them come. They’d want to know if I was the kind of guy to go down on a girl and make her shout his name. A man who enjoys going down on a woman.” I leaned forward a little bit, invading her personal space. “Ivy, do you even know what it feels like to have a man who knows what he’s doing work your body?”
I held her tight, trapping her against me with my legs and arms. She gave a little struggle, but it was mostly wiggling her butt against my erection. I gave her neck a sharp bite and she gasped in alarm.
“What are you doing, Caleb! Let me go. This isn’t funny. And you know I haven’t.”
I gave her neck a long lick, making her arch with a moan. “That’s right, you haven’t. Do you want to?”
She froze, her entire body vibrating with tension. Ivy loved being tempted to be bad. In real life she’d never given in, but here-in the safety of our role play, she could. I loved being the ultimate temptation for her. Heady stuff for a Dom like myself.
“I won’t tell anyone,” I coaxed as I ran my lips over her ear, barely grazing the skin, smiling as she involuntarily shivered. “Come on, Ivy. You’ll still be a virgin afterwards. I promise.”
“How,” her voice caught when I tightened my grip on her arms, restraining her, “how can you make me orgasm without sex?”
I smiled against her hair, my gaze on the sturdy coffee table that held a few surprises. “I have my ways. I could explain it, but you would be better off experiencing it.”
Suddenly she struggled, almost getting free before I had her restrained again. “Let me go, I’m not a slut.”
“No one said you are,” I soothed her, easing my grip on her arms so I could stroke her soft skin. “I’m offering to make you feel really good, no strings attached. No one will ever know. Your brother and parents are at a wrestling tournament four hours away. They won’t be back for a long time.”
Bit by bit she softened against me. “We really shouldn’t. This is weird. We grew up together.”
“Sure did. And I’ve watched you grow into a very beautiful girl.” I pressed my erection against her ass, loving the soft give of her body. “Trust me, Ivy. I just want to show you what it feels like to come. Aren’t you curious?”
“A little bit,” she whispered, her face tucked against the couch. “But I should only orgasm with my husband. I’m waiting to orgasm until marriage.”
I snorted against the top of her head as she shook with a silent giggle.
“Little girl, I guarantee you that your future husband isn’t resisting the urge to jack off in order to save himself for marriage.”
“Oh,” she said through a suppressed laugh, “you are just horrible.”
“You have no idea how horrible I can be,” I lied. She knew exactly how kinky I could be and she loved it. “But, I can also be very, very good. Let me be good to you, Ivy. Let me treat you right.”
Those words came from the bottom of my soul, role playing or not.
“Okay,” she whispered. “But just this once. And you can’t tell anyone, ever.”
“Awesome,” I said as I abruptly sat up with a grunt and placed her on her feet standing next to the couch. “Lie down on the coffee table.”
I’d surprised her so much she broke character. “I’m sorry, did you say lie down on the coffee table?”
“Yep.” I gave her a gentle push. “Down you go.”
“Why”—she held my hands as I positioned her how I wanted her on the six foot by four foot table made of dark, dense wood—“am I lying on this cold, uncomfortable surface instead of the nice, soft couch?”
“Because I can’t trust myself with you on a couch. I’ll fuck you for sure. Won’t be able to stop myself.”
She sat up on her elbows while I pulled out one of the drawers of the table. It was filled with various ropes and restraints, almost all of them new. I didn’t want Ivy to see everything inside, so I grabbed what I wanted and closed it before she could get a good look. When I held up four straps with padded cuffs at one end, and a clip on the other, Ivy giggled.
“Oh my god, please tell me this table doesn’t have hidden restraints. Caleb, is this a sex table?”
I smiled at her as I hit a hidden switch on the interior of the table’s front leg. Big, solid eyebolts slid out of the wood at six different points along the side of the table. And two on top and bottom for good measure. Ivy enjoyed being restrained, and I happened to know a local guy named Colton Reed who made the most exquisite sex furniture that could pass for normal decor.
Part of the perks of working at a sex-positive resort.
Giggling, Ivy allowed me to restrain her hands, then shook her head a couple times. She closed her eyes and blew out a big breath, then opened them and frowned at me. The laughter still danced in her hazel eyes, and little lines crinkled around the corners, but her mouth had a decidedly pouty edge to it.
“What in the world are you doing? Why are you tying me up?” she mock struggled. “Stop that!”
“Nope,” I said merrily, easily dodging one of her kicks as I pulled the restraints, making her lay flat against the wood with her arms slightly over her head. “I’m not stopping until you’re familiar with what an orgasm feels like. That way, when you touch your little pussy tonight, maybe slip a finger or two in, you’ll know what you’re doing thanks to me.”
I saw her toes curl in her pink fuzzy socks. With a few tugs, and a little help from Ivy, I soon had her properly restrained. I pretended not to see her stretch and rub her legs together. She’d had a long day, and the journey from Miami to Rawhide wasn’t a short one. I should know, I made it at least once a month to go visit Ivy.
Hopefully I could talk her into spending more time here, with me.
I turned the movie back on, keeping the volume down and turned off the light next to the couch. With only the light of the TV illuminating the room, I took Ivy in and rubbed my dick with a sigh. She was such a pretty little thing, and the black satin panties she wore set off her pale skin beautifully.
Shadows painted her body as I captured her mouth in a kiss, leaving her legs free. If she got sassy I’d secure those as well, but I wanted her to be comfortable. She rewarded me by wrapping them around my waist as she ground her pussy against my stomach.
Needing to feel her, I reared back and tugged off my shirt, both of us sighing when we were finally skin to skin.
A missing piece of my heart.
“See,” I whispered against the firm skin of her upper chest, “I can be gentle. I can be soft and tender. You don’t have to be afraid. Nothing I’m going to do is going to hurt you. This is all about making you feel good.”
Sighing in contentment, she then tried to give me a grumpy look but failed as she said, “What if you can’t? What if I can’t?”
I gripped her shirt in both hands, then paused, “Are you attached to this?”
“Nope,” she said with a big smile.
Fisting both sides, I gave the flimsy material a good yank and it shredded in my hands. Ivy gasped in outrage, her breasts thrusting up as she wiggled beneath me. I leaned forward, pinning her body beneath mine as she bucked a little. Her hard nipples rubbed against me, tempting me.
I dipped my head down, capturing one peak between my lips, sucking it hard and fast until she was moaning and pulling at her restraints.
“Caleb,” she protested. “Come on. Please stop messing around. I need… I need something. I’m all achy down there.”
Fuck she made me so hot, and I couldn’t help but place three of my fingers over her panties, pressing against her pussy lips. “Do you hurt down here?”
“Yes,” she whispered as I easily found her hard clit and began to rub her in quick circles. “Oh yes, like that. Holy cow, it feels so good.”
Pausing to tweak her nipples, pinching them just a little harder than normal, I slid my thumbs into her panties and pulled them down her legs. Though I did pause for a moment to admire the bare skin of her mound. She’d had some kind of expensive wax job done while she was in Hong Kong, and the result was a silky smooth and bare pussy.
“Look at this pretty little cunt,” I murmured as I knelt at the end of the table, her pussy on display for me like a meal. “So pink and swollen for me, and I’ve barely begun to play with you. Making you come will be easier than I thought.”
Spreading her legs wide, she lifted her hips in the shifting blue light of the TV, half her face in soft shadows. The way her full lips parted as I stroked my finger down her slit made my dick leak precum. I’d jerked off twice today already in the hopes that I could hold out and please her before I had my reward.
I leaned forward and she abruptly tried to close her legs. “Wait, what are you doing?”
“I’m going to eat that delicious pussy, that’s what I’m doing,” I replied as I began to force her legs apart. “Open for me. Come on. Let me taste you.”
“No way!” she squealed, clamping her thighs together. “That’s too much. I won’t like it. I mean that’s so embarrassing to have someone’s mouth down there!”
Having played this game with her before, I knew exactly what to do. Pinning her hips down, I put my weight on her legs and shoved my tongue into the tiny gap between her thigh and her sex. My tongue was long and flexible, and she kept her legs closed for all of three seconds. Then my girl was arching up into my mouth, little sobbing noises wrenching from her as I sucked on her clit.
The weeks apart must have been difficult for her as well because she exploded in seconds, her moans turning to screams as I continued to eat her. Holding her thighs apart with my hands, I tilted her pussy up a little and admired my handiwork.
“Look at that,” I said in a teasing tone, knowing embarrassing her made her hot, “one sloppy little pussy, all shiny and wet.” I pressed my thumb against the entrance of her body. “That felt good, didn’t it? But it’s not enough. This greedy pussy wants more.”
I continued to almost penetrate her with my thumb, and Ivy began to beg in earnest. “Please, I need… I don’t know what I need, but I need something. Please, Caleb, take care of me. Make it better.”
I stood and removed all of my clothing, then walked over to her face with my dick leading the way.
“What are you—” was all she managed to get out before I shoved myself rudely into her mouth.
Her happy moan and instant sucking was all the reward I ever needed for staying celibate while she was gone. The feeling of having her mouth on me again was beyond good, bordering on divine. Damn, she was as hungry as I was, her moans sounding almost pained as I began to thrust in and out of her mouth. The urge to come almost caught me unaware, and I wrenched myself away with a groan.
My cock bobbed up and down to the beat of my heart, and a strand of her saliva glistened as it dripped from the tip.
I made sure that drip landed on her cheek.
She glared at me until I gave her pussy a hard slap.
“Shit!” she yelped. “Ow!”
“Don’t be so dramatic,” I returned to my position between her legs. “I bet I could spank you to orgasm if I wanted to. But let’s do something else instead. You had your first orgasm, now we can play for real.”
Her eyes grew wide and for the next twenty minutes I focused on edging Ivy until she was practically snarling at me.
“Fuck me,” she bit my neck hard enough to bruise, then released me with small growl. “Please, please fuck me, I hurt so bad.”
“Mmm,” I kissed her sweaty brow.
Not long ago I’d put towels beneath her for her comfort, and I was glad I had. Playing with her body, bringing her to the edge of orgasm again and again, had left her a wrung-out mess. Her makeup had smeared off long ago, and her constant writhing had worked up a sweat. So far she hadn’t used her safe word, and I was about out of patience.
Torturing her was like torturing myself.
I knew her tight, wet pussy would be incredibly hot once I got inside of her. She’d grip me tight, squeezing me, creaming all over me, making me see stars as she came. And she would come, almost instantly. Hell, I probably would as well. Seeing her worked up like this was a fantasy come to life.
The movie had ended and static filled the screen, exposing her body to me in a rather surrealistic way.
I’d placed a mask on her not long ago and kept my touch on her constant so she never felt alone.
I slowly licked around and around her clit, my head pillowed on her thigh as she trembled and jerked every once in a while. Tension filled her, and when I finally gave her distended bud a good swipe, she’d let out a choked cry and beg me for my cock. Copious amounts of moisture wet her inner thighs and I knew I’d be able to slip right into her.
It was too much.
I had to have her.
Standing, I squatted down next to her and removed her wrist restraints.
She rubbed her wrists and stared up at me, her breasts trembling with the rapid beat of her heart.
I almost took a step back as she abruptly shifted off the table into a standing position, before attempting to push me back on the couch. At first I resisted, then decided to give in. Ivy had definitely earned her ride.
“I don’t know what you did to me,” she snarled, “but you’re going to fix it. I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to fuck me until I don’t hurt anymore.”
I sat back, spreading my thighs and adjusting my dick before motioning to her. “Come on, little girl. Take what you need. Ride my cock and come all over me.”
Ivy all but leapt on me.
Didn’t have to tell my girl twice.
Grabbing my aching dick, she placed the tip at her entrance and arched with a moan. “Fuck, I love how the head of your cock always stretches me. It feels so good.”
I bit my tongue, willing myself not to go off as her scalding hot pussy began to envelop my dick. She arched her back, her breasts thrusting against my chest before she collapsed into me and held me tight. I wrapped my arms around her as she sank all the way down, our hearts thundering together. When she placed her head on my chest I held her even tighter, connected to her in every way possible. My girl was home and she’d missed me as much as I missed her. I could feel it coursing through me as clear as day.
The she started to glide up and down on me and I didn’t think about anything but the sensation of her riding me. With the TV at her back, she was an outline of highlights, the gleam of her hair, the pearly whiteness of her skin that now had a slight blue tint to it. On the screen the movie started again, and in the sudden darkness Ivy began to kiss me.
The position ground her clit against my abs and she began to ride me hard. I held on to the back of her head, keeping her mouth on mine, making her kiss me through her orgasm as she pulsed around my cock. Using my superior strength I easily kept her in place, letting her come but not letting her having an intense release. Her little dissatisfied grump against my lips let me know she was onto my game.
Especially when I began to play with the globes of her ass.
“No,” she said firmly even as her pussy squeezed me tight. “No butt play. Not tonight. Save it for tomorrow, okay?”
“Mmmm”—I pulled her hair hard, wrenching her head to the side so I could bite at her neck—“I’m going to have that sweet ass available to me for three whole weeks.”
She shifted her hips on my still hard dick, beaning to ride me again. “Yeah, I might be able to stay longer. Like maybe for two months.”
I rubbed her clit with my thumb. “I’d love that.”
“I love you,” she gasped as her eyes closed and she leaned back, gripping my thighs. “So much.”
Like any sane man presented with a perfect pair of breasts, I wrapped my hands around her slender back and held her to me as I feasted on first one nipple, then the other. Ivy began to rotate her hips while her hands ran over my shoulders and neck, nails occasionally prickling.
I smacked her ass, hard. First once side, then the other, repeating the motion until she cried out. Then I stopped and moved my hand to her clit, rubbing it briskly as she began to bounce on me. With my other hand, I groped the now hot flesh of her ass, enjoying how each squeeze of my hand made her pussy grip me hard.
My eyes closed of their own accord and Ivy whispered in my ear, “Lie back, my beloved Master. Let me ride the cum out of you.”
“Fuck yeah,” I sighed, stretching my arms out over the sinfully soft fabric of the big couch. “Drain me, baby. Make me proud.”
Ivy placed her hands on either side of the head and made me see stars. She did this little twisting thing with her hips that had me bucking up into her, wanting more of her tight cunt. I grabbed her ass and forced her into the rhythm I wanted, ignoring her breathy little laugh of delight. Ivy moved perfectly in tune with me, our bodies practically dancing against each other. I lost myself in her, my balls drawing up tight as I gave myself over to her. She ground down, her pussy fluttering around me, drawing out the first surge of cum as she found her release atop me.
We held onto each other for a long time afterward, just cuddling and reluctant to part.
“Is there like… moist towelettes or something in that magic coffee table? I need to freshen up but I’m lazy,” Ivy muttered against my neck.
I laughed, which made my cock twitch inside of her. “No, I didn’t think about that. But the bathroom is right across the hall. I can carry you there with my dick still inside of you so you don’t drip on the carpet.”
She managed to push off my chest to give me little smirk. “That is very considerate of you.”
“It is.” I sighed and reached over and pulled open the door on the side of the table next to the couch and pulled out a towel. “No moist towelettes, but I do have this.”
We both quickly cleaned up, and I led her down the hall to the master bedroom, and then bathroom. A quick shower later and I had my very sleepy woman tucked into bed next to me. She was practically catatonic, but still managed to spoon my dog and hog the bed at the same time. Ivy was literally half my size, but she took up three fourths of the bed.
Truly astonishing.
A huge smile covered my face as I slid beneath the covers, then fought my dog for my pillow. Some people said I spoiled Shirly, but Ivy truly treated my dog like she was a human. It was cute, but right now I wanted my woman.
“Go,” I whispered to my dog, pointing to her special heated bed next to my own. “Sleep. I love you.”
Shirly resisted at first, then got up with a grumpy whiny growl that clearly said I was an asshole.
“Give me a break,” I told my dog’s shadowy figure as I got comfortable in my bed with my woman. “I don’t feel bad for you, at all. You have a freaking memory foam mattress in your dog bed along with your own personal stuffed animal collection. You are not exactly suffering. Besides, you can snuggle with her while I’m at work tomorrow. You know it’ll take her a few days to get adjusted to our time zone.”
Shirly’s tail gave a few happy thumps before she settled in for the night.
Ivy woke up a little as I moved her into my arms, her happy sigh loud enough for me to hear.
“It is so good to be back in your arms, Caleb. I love you so much,” she whispered in the dark and wiggled her bottom against my already hard dick. “I’m exhausted, but you can fuck me to sleep if you want.”
I gave her ass a pinch through the covers. “Be good. I want you to be able to walk tomorrow. We need to go grocery shopping, and Derek and Sadie want us to stop by. She has some herbs for you or some shit. I don’t know. Plus the mirror you ordered for the bathroom came in at the art gallery in town. So behave.”
I could almost feel her pout as she said, “Fine.”
A few moments of silence went by, broken only by the constant low whir of my bedside fan.
“You know,” she said into the dark, her hair still slightly damp despite a quick blow-dry, “you’ve been having me fuck myself with that big dildo every time we’d video chat each other. I know I didn’t do it on camera, but you also know that out of view I was following your directions. It’s not like nothing has been inside of me. I can take it.”
Groaning, I pressed my cock between the naked globes of her ass. “Stop tempting me.”
“Come on,” she whispered and raised up her leg, moving it back to hook over my hip and opening herself to me. “Just the tip.”
Laughing, I reached between us and rubbed the head of my dick between her wet folds. Her bare, wet folds. They felt so silky and good against the sensitive tip and the need to be inside of her began to grow stronger by the second. I’d only had a taste, nowhere near my fill.
“I’m doing this,” I said as I pulled her close, then began to sink into her, “because I want to. Not because you want me to.”
“Whatever you say,” she moaned low in her throat as I nearly bottomed out inside of her, “Master.”
The End