Chapter 22
“Are you sure you’re okay?” I ask, taking the inhaler from Ivy and placing it on the bathroom counter.
“I’m fine. Really. Just got a little too excited. I promise I’m fine. I didn’t even need the inhaler that time.” Ivy stares up at me with her big amber eyes, and I finally let myself relax.
Thank God I stocked up on rescue inhalers after I found out about her asthma. I placed them all over the house, just in case she ever had another episode. Luckily, I even put one in my bathroom, though I could never have expected to need it … especially like this.
Ivy’s wrapped up in a fluffy white robe, and her cheeks are pink from the shower steam. She looks so fucking cute that I can hardly contain myself. I’ve never lost control like that, but having her wet and naked, pressed up against me, was all it took to short-circuit my brain. It’s been a long time coming, and now that I know how incredible her pussy tastes and all the noises she makes when she comes … fuck if I’m ever going to be able to resist her again.
I might as well hang it up because this woman’s got me wrapped around her little finger so tightly that I think I’d do anything to make her smile. The realization is surprisingly freeing, but I don’t have time to dig into that right now because I’m too busy feeling guilty for being so negligent with her.
What would’ve happened if I’d slipped? Or if I’d dropped her? Not that I was anywhere close to doing so—hell, I could’ve held her like that all day, no problem—but what if she had flipped over my head or something? She could’ve been seriously injured, and it would’ve been all my fault.
“Fuck, Ivy. I’m so sorry. I got carried away. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” I kiss the top of her head, smoothing her wet hair from her face.
“You didn’t hurt me.” She laughs, running a hand over my jaw. “You were perfect. I just need to build up a little more stamina before you deliver the holy-shit package again.”
“I could’ve hurt you …” My voice trails off as I bend down to face her.
She rolls her eyes. “But you didn’t. Why can’t you let yourself enjoy this? Just be happy for once without punishing yourself or feeling guilty about it.”
She slides a hand over my chest like she’s testing to see if I’ll bite, but I’m going to need a little time to come down after going from on top of the world to sheer panic in less than five seconds.
I grab her hand from my chest and kiss it, letting her touch soothe me as all my endorphins start to come down and level out.
Dom drop isn’t an entirely new experience for me, but I’ve never felt it this deeply before right now. I suppose it’s only natural to feel the effects of a sudden change in emotions, especially after I’ve spent so much time building it up beforehand.
“Hey, are you okay?” she finally asks, breaking the silence between us. She tilts her head, assessing me, her eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
I blow out a breath, and I’m just about to lie, to tell her I’m fine and it’s no big deal, but there’s something about her that makes me feel safe to let her in, and fuck if that isn’t refreshing. It’s exactly what I’ve been missing … she’s exactly what I’ve been missing. I haven’t felt this comfortable in my own skin since … Heidi, the only other woman I’ve shown this side of myself to, ended things all those years ago, her hurtful words leaving scars of shame so deep that it altered my very being.
“I … I just need a minute to calm down after that. I’m kind of having a war in my brain right now, and I think I panicked when you started wheezing. Sometimes, when people are in heightened states of emotion, like the extremes I tend to prefer during sexual acts … the comedown can feel like a lot. It’s, uh … it’s called a drop.”
I clear my throat, feeling so vulnerable and mildly embarrassed, but to Ivy’s credit, she doesn’t even break eye contact. She stands and leads me to the bed, and then she climbs on my lap, wrapping herself around me.
“What are you doing—” I start to ask, but she cuts me off.
“I’m cuddling you. What does it look like I’m doing?”
“Why?” I ask, as she straddles a leg on either side of me and nuzzles into my chest.
“Because you look like you could use a hug and also because I want to.”
I wrap an arm around her, squeezing her small body against me, and all my worries slowly melt away. I’ve never in my life felt so understood or seen, and who would’ve known that this little ball of sunshine and sarcasm would be the one to bring me to my knees?
Actually, I did.
The moment she kicked her sneakers on my dash and opened her smart mouth to argue, I knew I’d be a goner. But fuck if it isn’t so much worse than I imagined.
“Why are you so goddamn perfect?” I ask, kissing her on top of her head. I don’t even bother correcting myself or trying to backtrack because, honestly, that’s how I feel.
She pulls away, breaking her death grip of a hug, wearing a satisfied smirk. “I just got a great idea …”
“Oh, yeah? What’s that?” I tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear as I drink in her bare face, free of any makeup, not that she wears much anyway, but I love how clearly I can see her freckles right now.
“Can we have a movie night?” She claps her hands together at her chest as her eyes sparkle with excitement at the idea.
I don’t know how anyone could tell her no. Not when something as menial as watching a movie has her this excited.
“Why don’t I order us some dinner while you pick the movie?”
Her smile grows wider, and I can practically see the wheels spinning as she tries to pick the perfect movie for the occasion. “Can we have popcorn? And those chocolate-covered frozen raspberries you brought home last week?”
I nod, trying to hold back my grin. “If that’s what you want, I’ll place a grocery order right now.”
She beams a smile and hugs me. “This is going to be so much fun.”
I slap her ass, though the towel muffles the blow, so it isn’t nearly as satisfying as I’d like. “Why don’t you get dressed before I change my mind and tear that robe off of you?”
She hops off the bed, and tugs at the tie of her robe, making it fall open, revealing the shallow curve of her cleavage. “Is that supposed to be a threat? Because I can think of worse things …” She kicks out her leg, parting the robe open further, and that pretty pussy of hers comes back into view.
I rake a hand over my face and stifle a growl. “Ivy …”
“What?” She lets the robe fall down one of her shoulders, blinking up at me with big doe eyes. “Oops.” The other side falls off her other shoulder, so her bare breasts are right in front of my face, and then she drops it to the floor completely.
I tighten my fists in the sheets as I drink in her perfect body—the subtle curve of her hips, those incredible tits that fit so perfectly in the palms of my hands, and the prettiest pussy in the whole goddamn world that’s practically begging to be played with.
Just when I think I’ve pushed her too far, the little minx has to push back even harder. I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s one of the things I love the most about her. Ivy isn’t afraid to be herself, and she damn sure isn’t afraid to take what she wants.
“Get over here. On your knees,” I command, dropping my towel from around my waist.
I’m already hard—or still hard, however you want to look at it. I feel like we’ve been in a perpetual state of edging from the moment we met, and it’s going to take more than a few happy endings to get each other out of our system. Hell, at this rate, I’ll be licking my wounds for the rest of my pathetic life.
She’s worth it though … a million times over.
With an almost-feverish excitement, she drops to her knees before me, and the sight nearly has my heart beating out of my chest.
“Is my needy little slut horny again already? You just can’t get enough, can you, baby girl?” I ask, testing the waters to see how she’ll react.
She swallows a gulp as her eyes widen, looking so fucking eager as she hangs on to my every word. And just like that, I know exactly what she needs from me—a little degradation, sandwiched between plenty of praise. And judging from the way she’s looking at me right now, my guess is that she’s only just realized it herself.
I grip my cock and line my head up with her mouth as I stand over her. The sight of her naked and on her knees, so eager for my cock, is enough to send me over the edge, but this time, there won’t be any interruptions.
I fist my hand through her hair. “You drive me so fucking crazy with that smart little mouth. You’re desperate for more already, aren’t you? Open up and show me then. Show me how bad you want my cock, baby girl.”
She parts her lips, and I slide my cock over her hot, wet tongue. When I hit the back of her throat, I see her lips twitch in a smile. She braces herself with one hand behind my thigh and uses the other to grip the base of my shaft as she flattens her tongue and sucks me down her throat.
“Fuck, baby, just like that.”
I hold the back of her head as I fuck her mouth, loving how enthusiastic she is. She keeps her eyes trained on me, watching my every reaction. She’s so eager to please me, and it feels so fucking good to finally let my walls down, to be seen for who I really am. For better or for worse, she welcomes both sides of me, and she doesn’t make me feel guilty for my kinks … hell, I think she might even enjoy them too.
She’s so greedy to take all of me, despite gagging as my cock fills up her sassy mouth. I wrap her hair around my arm, loving the visual, the teary-eyed look of pleasure she wears as she looks up at me from her knees. I don’t hold back as I drive deeper down her throat. Her tits bounce with every thrust I make, and my fingers itch to touch her again.
I let my hand drift from the back of her head and cup her breast in my palm, and she lets out a moan of pleasure before swirling her tongue around the head of my cock.
I nearly black out.
Fuck. I need more. I need to feel her. I need to taste her.
Before I realize what I’m doing, I’m lifting her off the floor like she weighs nothing and carrying her to the bed. The momentary loss of her warm, wet mouth gives my cock a much-needed moment to recover as I flip her around, and then her mouth’s back, sucking my cock again, but now I’ve got my face buried in her pussy, and I’m ready to impart my own form of torture.
She moans when I flick her sensitive clit with the tip of my tongue, and I don’t hold back. She’s already warmed up, and judging by the way she’s grinding herself on my face, I’d say she’s pretty close.
That makes two of us.
I flick my tongue side to side, keeping a steady rhythm as she grinds her needy pussy over my face, coating me in her intoxicating arousal.
Her body is so soft and malleable as I toss her around and maneuver her however I like, palming her tits and squeezing her ass every chance I get. I’ve got my face buried beneath her pussy, and thanks to a lifetime of swimming, I don’t even feel the urge to come up for air. Hell, I might risk never breathing again if it means I don’t have to stop tasting her. Who needs oxygen when you can drown yourself in pussy?
I slap her ass, she lets out a little yelp of surprise, and I immediately feel her get wetter. It’s a satisfaction I’ve never known and all the encouragement I need to not hold back on any of my desires. My girl loves this shit just as much as I do.
“Fuck, baby, your pussy is so wet for me. You’re making a mess all over my face. Do you like having your face fucked while Daddy licks your pussy? Fuck, you’re such a dirty little slut, aren’t you, baby girl?”
She nods her head, and with a renewed determination, she cups my balls in her free hand as she swirls her tongue over the head of my cock. The combination has my release rushing to the surface.
“Fuck.” I let out my own moan, biting my cheek to hold myself back a little longer.
I’m so close, but I’m not quite ready for this to end yet.
I grip her hips, lifting her just enough to change the pressure of my tongue, and lower her back down as I lick her in deep, steady strokes.
“Oh my God,” she croaks.
Fuck, I wish I could see the look on her face as I repeat the movement, creating a new rhythm that already has her toes curling as her orgasm builds.
She likes when I toss her around like a little rag doll. Good to know.
I repeat the movement again and again, as if she weighs nothing, increasing the pressure of my tongue on her clit little by little, until she’s writhing and trembling over me. I smile a satisfied smirk, feeling like the luckiest man in the goddamn world as I give her clit one final flick of my tongue, and then she’s falling apart, moaning around my cock. She swallows her moan, and that little spasm of her throat is all it takes to send me over the edge.
I come undone.
“Fuck, baby, I’m coming,” I croak out as I grip her ass, holding her steady against me as I completely fall apart.
She deepens her strokes of my cock, sucking me further down her throat as I shoot the liquid heat of my release right down her throat. And just like last time, she takes every single drop.
We both sag in relief, and I reach down and pull her up so that she’s lying upright on my chest. Our skin is damp with sweat, and I brush her loose waves from her face, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.
“You’re so fucking incredible. Holy shit, I don’t know how I got so lucky.”
A lazy smile pulls at her lips, and she leans up, tracing the ridge of my jaw with her finger. “You’re not so bad yourself, Boss Daddy.”
I shake my head and laugh. “What am I going to do with you?”
She leans in, brushing the tip of her nose against mine, and laughs. “What do you mean? You promised me a movie night. No takebacks and don’t even think about falling asleep because I’ve already decided on what we’re watching.” She jumps up and grabs her robe off the floor, giggling as she dodges my pathetic attempt to catch her before she takes off down the hall to no doubt set up the perfect movie night.
I grab my phone off my side table, and I swipe open the grocery delivery app. I add Ivy’s chocolate raspberries to my cart and fall back on the bed, wondering how the fuck I’ve already fallen so hard, this fast.
Holy shit, I’m in trouble …