Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Ivy
M aybe I'm supposed to be embarrassed about my lack of sexual experience? It never occurred to me until Jake seemed so surprised, but I guess it's safe to assume that most woman my age have already figured out what they expect from a lover.
I've had a couple of boyfriends, but nothing I thought was serious.
They were both way more interested in sex than I was.
They both eventually broke up with me over it.
I can't say either one of them was much of a loss.
I was dating more because it seemed like a boyfriend was more a thing I was supposed to want than a thing I actually wanted.
Till I met Jake.
I had the same visceral reaction that he describes when I first saw him. I wanted him right there and then. Nothing has changed except that I've had a chance to get to know him better now-- and I want him even more.
In fact, I want more than just for him to help me find out if I scream or moan; I want to spend a lifetime letting him make it happen.
Doing as Jake commands, I drop back down to the soft rug that cushions us from the hard wood flooring underneath.
I will my body to relax again, closing my eyes and surrendering to the sensations of everything Jake does.
His fingers slip inside my panties from the side while his mouth lays hot kisses against my pussy through the fabric.
"Fuck, this pussy's wet, baby," he coos against my center. His voice has become a dark hum. He sounds so appreciative that I find myself relaxing more, trying to make myself more available to him.
Then his fingers move more intentionally, slipping through my sex with a firm touch.
A gasp escapes me, completely unbidden.
His seeking fingers find a rhythm that has me panting.
"Oh fuck, Ivy--" Jake sounds a little crazed. His hands and mouth come off of me suddenly but only so he can strip my panties off of me like they insulted his mother.
Then he's between my legs, using one large hand to cradle my bottom so that he can angle my body better for his needs.
My feet push against the floor, eager to help.
Jake's mouth slams against my center, sealing against me and working his jaw as he drives his tongue into every crease he can reach, eating me like a starving man while he slips two fingers deep inside me.
He hits a spot that has me forgetting everything else. Euphoria saturates my senses, but it's not enough.
Then his mouth finds my clit and the combination is too much.
"More like gasping, wheezing, begging, I say."
Jake's fingers are still buried inside me when he returns to kiss me, giving me his assessment when I've finally come back to earth and opened my eyes.
"Glad to know one of us paid attention." I manage enough energy to smile before his kisses me. This kiss is long and slow. His beard is damp from my own cum and the taste of myself on his mouth is surprisingly erotic.
But his wicked fingers start moving inside me as we kiss. I can feel the insanely hard length of him pressing into my hip. When I reach between us to put my hands on him, I meet soft skin stretched impossibly tight over rock hardness.
Jake groans at my touch and when his dick pulses in my grip, he makes a noise so fucking sexy that I'm dying to figure out how to do it again.
"I need to get inside you, Ivy."
He rasps the words as he kisses my neck, rocking his hips in a motion that thrusts his member through hand to emphasize his meaning.
At this point, I'm on board with this plan. My first orgasm has faded and Jake's long fingers have stoked a new need that's quickly burning through me. But he stops me when I push at his sweats.
"Wait."
His hand holds mine still at his waist, his Adam's apple works in a rough swallow beneath his beard. The gray-green hue of his eyes has gone hazel and darkened with pupils that are blown wide as he looks at me all too seriously.
"We should talk before we do this, Ivy."
Well fuck. Talking is the last thing I want to do right now.
Jake
I vy rolls her eyes, sighing heavily with impatience.
Believe me, I know how she fucking feels. Right now my dick's so hard I can barely think and my body craves hers like a junkie jonesing for a fix. The physical feelings are so intense, it's like nothing I've ever experienced before.
Every cell of my body is humming at a new frequency, demanding that I get inside Ivy's tight little cunt and fill her womb with my seed. It's a powerful feeling and it takes every bit of strength I can muster to remember we're not ancient cave people still driven by our most basic needs.
"You just had traumatic experience, Ivy. I get it if this is some kind of response to that for you; if you need to burn off tension or if your body needs to replace that with something positive but that's not what I want."
I want her so fucking bad, my dick's leaking precum and making a hell of a mess of the front of my sweat pants. My brain is telling me to make sure we're on the same page before we go further; my body is telling me to breed her and deal with the consequences later.
"What are babbling about, Jake?" Ivy's hand tugs at my clothes, making it clear what she wants.
"I knew you were mine the minute I saw you. When they came up to our work camp and I found out it was you that was missing, I lost my mind. I need you to stay here. In Moonshine Ridge, with me. I need you to be my woman-- my wife-- mother of my children.
"I'm all in with you, Ivy. Please tell me I'm not alone on this."
This time, when she pushes at my pants, I let her, kicking the damn things off my legs and giving in to the primal drum beating in my brain.
"Do you really mean that, Jake?"
Ivy's hands clutch at my hips, bringing me in line with her core. The head of my cock is notched against her entrance. I can feel her heat, how wet she is for me again.
"I really mean it, Ivy. This is the real deal, I'm in love with you and I plan on spending a lifetime making sure you believe it."
"Sounds like a plan," she tells me, a smile stretching those pretty lips that makes me feel like a fucking king. "Could you please fuck me now? I need you inside me."
I'm all too happy to start making good on my promise right now. I'll give this angel anything she wants, starting with my cock.
Between us, we're both wet enough that it doesn't take much effort to glide past Ivy's entrance. Her slick channel immediately starts clenching my shaft, pulsing around me like her body wants my seed planted inside her as much I want it there too.
That need is answered all too damn fast. I only manage to thrust a few times before I know I can't possibly last long enough for all the filthy things I want to do to this woman.
Ivy moves with me, meeting my thrusts and finding what works for her. I do my best to keep my sanity, letting her movements and her soft cries be my guide as I help her along.
She's so fucking beautiful. The way her breaths are jagged and hard, making her breasts bounce on her chest. A thin sheen of sweat has beaded over her skin and I can only watch her so long before I can't resist pulling one of her hard nipples into my mouth.
Her hand holds mine, using my fingers to rub firm circles over her swollen little bud until her body breaks loose on mine.
When I made her come on my face for me, her orgasm was a series of sharp gasps, and a few pleading words of yes and more. This one feels like she's shattering underneath me.
It's like being inside an earthquake; the snug fit of her sheath tightens impossibly on my cock. I can't thrust in that grip. My body's forgotten how anyway.
Ivy's hands grip my shoulders, her body shaking as her voice rises in a shout that's part moan and part my own name.
My brain breaks.
There's nothing else I can do but follow her over that same ledge.
Before Ivy goes limp, I'm pumping into her, washing her insides with jets of cum. Even after my balls are empty, I can still feel myself trying to pump more into her.
Finally, my muscles go slack and I collapse over Ivy's body, careful not to slip out of her as I wrap her up in my arms.
"Not exactly a screamer, but definitely not quiet, baby."
Ivy kisses me, drawing a finger lightly down the side of my face as she looks at me with those clear emerald eyes.
"You're not exactly quiet yourself, you know."
"No sneaking you into camp then. I guess I'll have to keep you here at home and sneak down the mountain to get to you."
"That works for me," Ivy says. "I'm not planning on going back into those woods."