Chapter 35 Teddy #2
She hums low in her throat, and the vibration tears a sound from me I didn’t know I could make. Just when I’m sure I can’t take another second, she slides my cock out of her mouth, a groan of protest leaving my lips.
Straddling my chest, her wet pussy brushes against my bare skin.
Her knees settle on either side of my shoulders and her wet heat hovers above my mouth, the scent of her flooding my senses.
Then her lips close around my cock again, and I almost lose control.
Christ. I love how eager she is for more.
Sliding my hands up her thighs, over the globes of her muscular ass, I follow the curves of her body before pulling her down gently. I groan as my mouth finds her center, tongue plunging deep. She’s slick, swollen, and absolutely perfect.
It’s mutual torture—every sound, shiver and shared gasp stokes the fire between us. She trembles, thighs quaking around my head as I suck her clit harder. In return, she takes my cock deeper. My mouth stays on her with an effort, lapping her up until she falls apart again, sobbing my name.
That’s all it takes for me, too. My orgasm hits hard, crashing through me like a tidal wave, and I spill into her mouth with a gasp of her name. She swallows around me, drawing out every last pulse of my release.
She eases off and collapses onto the mattress beside me. The air is thick with heat, sweat and sex.
“How soon can you go again?” she murmurs, her fingertip tracing slow circles across my chest.
I blink, trying to process the question. “Again?”
She throws one leg over my waist. “I want you inside me,” she murmurs, leaning in close until her lips brush my ear, “going deeper than anyone else ever has.”
My cock twitches against her, hardening back to its full length. “Jesus, Ivy.”
“There’s no Jesus here, just me.”
I drag my hands up her back, ready to have her again. My pulse hammers as if she’s branded me from the inside out, every nerve ending tuned to her. “That’s a hell yes if you couldn’t tell.”
Our bodies tangle and slide over each other.
I reach for her face first, finding it with my palm, then guide myself over her by touch.
I hover above her, one hand finds hers, fingers threading tight together.
The other slides down her thigh, as I nestle between her legs.
She reaches for me between us, guiding my cock in.
The moment I sink into her tight pussy, I nearly lose it.
She’s warm and wet, pulsing around me, every clench pulling me deeper.
Being with her is different than anything I’ve ever known. And because it’s Ivy, every sense sharpens whenever we’re together. The world could change a thousand times over, and I’d still find her.
“Fuck,” I breathe out, telling myself to take it slow. “You feel—there are no words.”
“You’re shaking,” she whispers, stroking my face.
“I just—” The words stall in my throat. “You feel like home, Ivy.”
She releases out a trembling sigh. “Don’t say things like that unless you mean them.”
“I do mean it. Every damn word.”
To prove the point, I kiss her hungrily, moving inside her with long, deliberate thrusts. Each one is a promise, a confession I can’t yet put into words. Her hands roam my back, sliding up to curl over the nape of my neck, holding me close as if she never wants to let go.
“You’re everything,” I breathe against her mouth. “And mine.”
The unfiltered words tear out of me, and I don’t even care. This isn’t just us having sex for the first time—it’s a possession, surrender, and devotion all tangled into one. I’m carving my name into her soul the same way she’s burning herself into mine.
She gasps, clenching tighter around me. “Don’t stop.”
“Never,” I rasp.
Our bodies fall into rhythm, hips moving in tandem. I feel every inch of her against my skin, and every breathless sound she makes winds tighter around my heart. She has the power to ruin me completely, and I’d beg her to do it, because nothing has ever felt this right.
Her voice breaks on a gasp. “I’m close—”
“Let go, baby. I’ll catch you,” I murmur.
When she comes, her body trembles around me.
The feel of her pulsing drags me right over the edge with her.
I thrust once, twice and bury myself deep as I spill into her with a broken groan of her name.
It’s the first time I’ve been bare inside anyone, and the thought of our releases spilling out of her has me burning with need all over again.
With a shaky breath, I pull out slowly, missing the addicting warmth of her instantly. Running my hand over the sticky mess we’ve made together, the sheer feel of it fills me with pride. My fingers glide through it, slick and hot, proof of how completely we’ve had each other.
“Feeling you like this, knowing a part of me is still inside you…it’s driving me wild,” I groan, my chest rumbling with the sound. “I’ll never forget this or how I feel when I’m with you. The way we are right now is forever burned into me.”
Her fingers stroke through my hair, anchoring me. I’ve had pleasure before, but nothing like this, nothing that made me feel claimed and cherished at the same time. It terrifies me, how much of myself I’ve handed her, and yet all I want is to give her more.
Then, quietly, she confesses, “I’ve never felt this way with anyone else either.”
The words steal what little breath I have left, confirming what I already know: there’s no going back. I’m completely hers.