Chapter 10 Ruslan #2
It’s like a craving I never knew I had and the deeper I kiss her, the more frantic that urge surges through me until I’m being smothered from the heat coursing through me. Ivy moans and writhes beneath me, then she kicks one leg free from the blanket and hooks it around my hip to draw me closer.
The pull of pain across my abdomen pales in comparison to the surge of lust that coils through my gut and anchors between my legs. She thrusts her hips upward and my mind falls empty once more.
“Please,” Ivy gasps against my lips when the kisses break once more. “I need… I want…”
“What do you want?” I pant against her mouth, writing those words over her lips as we remain impossibly close.
“I don’t… I don’t know. I j-just want something good. Please. Please.”
Can I resist a beautiful woman begging for me or her plea to feel something good in the wake of such devastation?
I can’t.
My growing desire for her is too strong to resist and with our wounds in mind, I settle for mimicking what I really want to do.
My free hand skims down her abdomen to her waistband, where I slip my fingers underneath.
The edge of her panties slips over my fingers and I slide my hand further down between her legs.
Soft curls of hair stroke my fingers and then give way to the mouthwatering slick heat of her pussy, and Ivy gasps in delight the moment I touch her.
My middle finger dips between her outer lips and is immediately drenched by her slick. I stroke through her damp folds while sealing her mouth with a kiss so I can swallow down every sound she makes, and Ivy is very vocal.
She whimpers when I caress her clit with the tip of my finger, she moans when I slide three fingers through her damp pussy and caress her, she whines when I catch her clit between two of my knuckles and massage back and forth.
Her entire body trembles beneath me and a warm ache rises in my shoulder from holding myself over her.
I want to lean down and pry her apart. I want to fuck her until the only good thought and good feeling in her mind and body is my cock and nothing else.
She sobs in pleasure against my mouth when I slide my middle finger inside her and stroke her walls slowly, curling my finger in a ‘come here’ motion to fully feel the depths of her silken cunt.
As I slide my finger deeper, I press my palm against her pussy and align the heel of my hand with her clit, rubbing against her with each stroke.
Ivy clutches at me with both hands and throws her head back against the pillow.
I follow her movements and kiss her again, repeatedly until we’re breathless and I have two fingers pumping into her on a rapid rhythm.
Fluid soaks my palm and streaks up to my wrist from how rapidly I fuck her, and as she moans and writhes like she’s turning into a snake, two fingers become three.
She comes ten seconds later, muffling her scream of pleasure by kissing me deeply and pulling my hair so hard that stars burst across my vision.
Her pussy clamps down around my fingers and threatens to never let go with how hard she milks her orgasm on my thrusting fingers, not that I’m complaining.
I thrust deep and curl my fingers, caressing her from the inside, and Ivy lets me until she collapses back down onto the bed, panting so hard that the concave of her throat deepens.
“Oh… my… God,” she gasps.
Once I’m certain the last pulses of pleasure have calmed from her, I retract my hand and lean up after kissing the tip of her nose. “Was that good enough?” I ask.
She gazes at me, then her eyes widen as I bring my fingers to my lips and slowly lick off her sweet juices.
“Oh, my God,” she whispers again and her cheeks flush a dark pink. “Don’t—”
“Don’t what?” I say between licks. “I just had my hand inside you. Are you really going to deny me a taste?”
She covers her face with one hand, but I catch her wrist and pull her hand away, leaning over her while sucking her taste right off my fingers. “Don’t be shy.”
“I’m not,” she croaks. “I’m just…” Her brow creases. “I feel good.”
“Then I’ve done my job,” I say with a smirk, ignoring the painful tightness in my pants. “I told you I would take care of you, didn’t I?”
She nods slowly, no longer trying to hide her face.
The craving for more of Ivy is what finally pulls me away.
I don’t need to justify what we did but if I go any further while we’re both injured, I’ll be justifying it to a doctor.
After some water and chocolate to manage the shock of the past twenty-four hours, Ivy ends up falling asleep with her hand in mine and chocolate melting on the corner of her mouth.
I swipe it away with my thumb, and it’s not long after I suck the sweetness from my finger that I end up falling asleep myself.
I’m woken several hours later by a shrill ringtone that jolts me up from my bed as I try to place a ringtone I don’t recognize with the fact that it’s waking me up.
It’s Ivy’s phone.
My heart pounds and then I look down at the warmth around my waist. Ivy’s arm. It tightens as she wakes up much slower than me, and the same warmth from last night surges once more in my lower belly.
I might be screwed.