Chapter 6 Ivy #2
Celeste nodded, almost imperceptibly, and that was all the confirmation Ivy needed.
She led Celeste to the bed, both of them shedding layers as they went, their winter clothing slipping away—the final barriers between them.
When they reached the edge of the bed, Ivy nudged Celeste down gently, drinking in the sight of her, a rare vulnerability yet so utterly present.
Celeste, who had always seemed so untouchable, looked up at her now with an expression so open it took Ivy’s breath away.
“You’re stunning,” Ivy whispered, her voice filled with reverence.
Celeste’s eyes softened, and she reached up, her fingers tracing lightly along Ivy’s jaw, lingering in spots as if she were committing every inch of her to memory. “Come here,” she said, her voice hushed and full of warmth.
They sat on the bed close, the warmth of their bodies mingling in the quiet room, each touch between them slow and unhurried. Ivy lifted her hands to rest against Celeste’s shoulders, their gazes locked, as though each was searching the other for a truth neither had dared say aloud.
Ivy slid her hands down, her fingers finding the buttons of Celeste’s shirt.
She paused, her thumb brushing over the first button, feeling the steady thrum of Celeste’s heartbeat just beneath the fabric.
Celeste met her eyes, a tender smile lifting the corners of her mouth.
She reached over, placing her hand over Ivy’s, steadying her with a soft squeeze.
“You don’t have to hold back,” Celeste urged.
Taking a steadying breath, Ivy undid the first button, then the next, her fingers working slowly, savoring each moment as she revealed the delicate curve of Celeste’s collarbone, the soft warmth of her skin.
Once the shirt shifted off Celeste’s shoulders, Ivy leaned back, her eyes trailing slowly over Celeste with a lingering gaze, memorizing each line and shadow.
Without a word, Celeste reached for Ivy, her fingers catching on the edge of Ivy’s shirt, pulling it up with the same slow, deliberate care.
The fabric brushed softly over Ivy’s skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake as the garment fell to the floor.
Celeste’s eyes roamed over her, drinking in the sight with an intensity that made Ivy feel simultaneously cherished and laid bare.
Celeste smiled, her eyes lighting up with excitement. She reached out and gently touched Ivy’s cheek, her thumb tracing slow circles on her skin and across her lips. Ivy closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of Celeste’s touch. She could feel herself leaning in closer to Celeste, craving more.
Celeste leaned in to meet Ivy and kissed her, her lips soft and warm. Ivy responded eagerly, her lips parting to allow Celeste’s tongue to explore. As they kissed, Celeste’s hands roamed over Ivy’s body, caressing her curves and making her tingle with pleasure.
Ivy moaned as Celeste’s hands found their way to her breasts, cupping and kneading them gently. Celeste broke the kiss, her lips trailing down Ivy’s neck to her collarbone, and Ivy tilted her neck back, Celeste’s breath against her bare skin sending shivers down her spine.
Celeste’s hands continued to explore Ivy’s body, making their way down to her hips and Ivy’s lacy panties. Ivy felt a rush of excitement as Celeste traced circles around her warmth, feeling the wetness soaking the soft fabric.
Celeste smiled, meeting Ivy’s gaze, a hint of mischief in her eyes. “You’re so wet,” she said, her voice low and husky.
Ivy moaned even deeper, a signal to Celeste to keep going, and Celeste obliged. She nipped at Ivy’s collarbone and sent open-mouthed kisses down and captured one of Ivy’s hardened nipples in her mouth, eliciting a cry of pleasure from Ivy.
Celeste sucked on Ivy’s nipple while rubbing circles around her clit over her panties, teasing her by playing with the waistband with her thumb, dipping it ever so slowly down the other side against her smooth skin.
Ivy leaned back and pressed her hand in the pillow, her wavy auburn hair flowing around her.
Celeste moved her hand up to knead Ivy’s other breast and roll her nipple between her fingers as she kicked off her own panties and straddled Ivy. Celeste continued to trail downward, running her tongue over Ivy’s stomach between kisses, all while continuing to play with her hardened nipple.
Ivy closed her eyes, unable to take the increasing pleasure. She resisted the urge to wrap her legs around Celeste and pull her closer, wanting instead to see what she’d do next. How she would keep teasing her.
Celeste moved her other hand back down, tracing the soft dip of Ivy’s waist and supple curve of her hip.
She kissed Ivy right on her clit over her panties before looking up to meet Ivy’s gaze.
Ivy blinked back, a silent yes that she wanted more, and Celeste peeled her black lacy panties down over her hips, down her thighs, and over her knees til they fell down her leg.
Ivy kicked them off to the floor, and Celeste took that opportunity to bury her face in between Ivy’s legs, running her tongue in between Ivy’s folds.
Ivy’s breath caught in her throat as she felt Celeste’s tongue swirl against her, and she rocked her hips in rhythm.
When Ivy lifted her ass off the bed to get closer to her, Celeste licked two fingers and slid them inside her.
Celeste’s fingers curled up to meet the spot that made Ivy see stars as her hands pawed over her body, and Ivy ground her hips in the bed, resisting the urge to let it all loose right away.
She wanted it continue longer, to feel Celeste inside her, on top of her.
While her fingers worked their magic, Celeste’s tongue flicked against Ivy’s clit, then she sucked it and hummed, “You like that, baby?”
Ivy couldn’t handle it anymore, and her orgasm crashed around her as waves of pleasure rippled through her body, tensing up every muscle, her thighs clenching around Celeste’s head.
It didn’t deter Celeste, though, who kept licking her clit and between her slit until Ivy pushed her away, gasping for air. She lay motionless for a few seconds, trying to catch her breath and see properly again, and Celeste came up to lay next to her, tracing the soft line of her jaw.
Celeste turned Ivy’s face, and Ivy stared at Celeste, mesmerized by the woman who could make her feel things nobody else had made her feel. She leaned in to capture Celeste’s warm lips with her own, tasting herself on her tongue.
Ivy made a move to sit up, but Celeste pushed her back down against the bed gently. Ivy looked at her quizzically. “Your turn,” she said, desire lacing every syllable.
Celeste stared back, and Ivy felt like she wasn’t just looking at her eyes but something deeper, and Celeste simply smiled. “Tonight is for you.” Then Celeste stretched out her arm and pulled Ivy in closer til Ivy’s cheek was flush against Celeste’s chest.
The last thing Ivy remembered before drifting off to sleep was Celeste’s heartbeat matching the rhythm of her own.