6. Cillian
six
Cillian
Minutes Later
I’ve never tasted anything better in my life.
Ivy blushes as she watches me feast on her. I fucking love the way she bites down on her lip when I lick her cream. No one’s ever responded to me this way. It’s like I hold the key to her every pleasure. God, I can’t wait to feel her perfect pussy fluttering around my cock every time I make her come.
I’m quite certain I don’t deserve her, but opportunities like this don’t come around often. I don’t intend on doing anything to fuck this up. I’ve never wanted a girlfriend. Never believed in love at first sight.
Until now.
There’s no doubt in my mind. I want Ivy to be mine. Full stop.
“How can this feel so incredible?” Ivy cries out. My tongue tunnels into her and I drag it through her glistening pink folds to her clit. I suck on her little bud until she starts moaning. She covers her mouth with one hand and buries the other in my hair.
I grin up at her. “Maybe because you’re my favorite flavor, hands down.”
She’s gorgeous, writhing and panting as I devour her. Between long licks, I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue until she grips my hair hard. Her thighs shake and she shatters again, drenching my face.
I lap up every drop. “You’re going to have to pry me off your perfect pussy. You’ll have to beg me to stop.”
“It’s too intense.” Her head thrashes from side to side, but I dive back in and edge her to another peak.
“You can take it. You’re tight, I want you wet. My cock will slide in easily.” I resume my feast, this time inserting two fingers and locating her spongy bundle of pleasure.
I’m not gentle. I’m relentless, rubbing her spot and lapping at her delectable pussy. Every muscle in Ivy’s body trembles. Her heels dig into the bed on either side of my shoulders. She bucks wildly against my lips and moans, low and keening, “ Cillian , oh God.”
I place my other palm on her lower stomach and press down. Suck on her clit. Thrust my fingers in and out. Ivy finally gives in and loses all semblance of control. It’s beautiful to see. She’s a wild, feral woman owning her own pleasure, which I draw out and out and out. I’m exhilarated. I want to spend every waking hour making her come.
She bites down on her lip hard and her eyes practically roll back in her head when she goes over again. Tears stream down her cheeks as wave after wave rolls through her. My face is soaked with her essence, but I love it.
Shifting my position so I can wrap her in my arms, I cup her perky breast with one hand. The other pets her mound in light caresses to ease her off the ledge. “I wish you could see yourself come. You look beautiful.”
“I do?” Ivy blinks up at me.
I close the small gap between us and press my lips against hers. It’s a gentle kiss, soft yet intentional, allowing me to savor her. To slowly explore with deliberateness. Her soft hand threads into mine. I’m not sure how long we make out but Ivy snuggles closer, tucking herself against the curve of my body. Her leg slips between mine. Her head finds the perfect spot on my chest. We’re a tangle of warmth and comfort, our bodies fit together perfectly.
I melt.
“If you’re tired, we don’t have to go further, love. I’m happy to hold you all night.” I kiss the side of her head. I’m dying to be inside her, but she’s allowed to change her mind.
She tenses for a second. “Are you tired?”
“No, but I want to make sure you’re still on board with…everything.” I squeeze her tightly, trying to play it cool. The truth is, I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
Ivy doesn’t look at me, just trails her fingers along my arm. “Yes. Completely.”
“Okay.” I lean up on my elbow and tip her chin up so I can look at her.
“I’m not someone who ordinarily takes risks. Me being here with you is…uncharacteristic, to say the least.” She moves my hand to her breast. “You make me feel wild and uninhibited and also safe and protected.”
I thumb her pink nipple into a hard peak. “So…would you like me to make love to you now?”
“Oh, we’re making love now, not fucking?” She reaches for my cock, which is hard as steel.
I clasp my hand over hers and, together, we stroke. “We’ll do both before the night is over. Maybe twice. ”
I roll over and kneel between Ivy’s legs. She reaches down and uses two fingers to spread her lips apart. “I want to feel like I’m full of you. Like our bodies are one.”
I nearly ejaculate on her stomach.
“Ivy, Jesus,” I groan, working my shaft. “If you keep saying stuff like that it’ll be over before it begins.”
The look she gives me burns with such intensity, it makes me tremble. “I want you.” Ivy spreads her legs wider and rubs her clit. “I can’t wait to feel you in me.”
I glance over at my nightstand. “Let me get a condom.”
“I’m on the pill.” She grabs my wrist. “I’m, uh…clean. Please tell me you are too.”
The thought of being inside her raw causes my dick to twitch. “I’ve never not used a condom.”
Ivy leans up on her elbows. “Good. I want to feel all of you.”
Her words are all I can take. No man could resist this woman in this moment, including me. I give in, reach under Ivy’s legs and yank her up so her perfect ass rests against my thighs. My cock presses against her wet pussy.
“Holy fuck.” I tap my dick against her clit. “You’re dripping for me.”
Slowly, I feed my cock into her narrow channel. Inch by inch. I can’t look away. “God, you’re so fucking tight and wet.” I rock my hips to push in deeper, though I’m only a fraction of the way in. “Look at how you’re taking me, Ivy. Watch us. ”
“ Ohmygod .“ Ivy’s transfixed. “I’m not sure you’re going to fit.”
“You’re stretched around me like you can’t possibly fit another inch, but you will. You can handle all of me. Keep playing with yourself.” I circle my hips to work myself farther in.
Ivy clenches around my cock. Her stomach ripples. She rubs furiously until she gasps as another orgasm rips through her body. As she comes, I snap my hips and use her release to easily fill her up.
“ Wow .“ Ivy’s eyes flutter closed.
“You own me, Ivy.” I stop moving and reach up and pinch her nipples. “Tell me what you want. Help me make this good for you.”
Ivy gasps and wriggles around me as she adjusts to my size. “It doesn’t hurt, it feels…like I need you to move. Give me everything. Don’t hold back. I trust you.”
She fits me like a custom glove. I drive into her, using my grip on her ass to control our movements. She clings to my arms and watches me impale her over and over. Every now and then I shift my angle until my crown nudges her pleasure spot and she screams out in utter ecstasy. My cock is perfectly positioned, I pick up the pace and fuck her hard until her tits bounce between us. Every now and then I capture a nipple with my lips and suck.
I’m a madman. Nothing’s ever felt this phenomenal. “You’re going to come on my cock again, aren’t you?”
“Yes!” she rasps, already trembling.
“I’m coming in your tight pussy and I’m not pulling out. I’ll fill you up.” Ivy’s walls clench around me tightly as I hammer into her.
“ Ahhhhhhh . Oh, God. Ahhhhh .” Ivy unabashedly screams at the top of her lungs.
Shit. The onslaught of sensation is too much and I follow without any warning, heaving and grunting until I’m empty.
I gently lower Ivy to the bed and cage her in with my arms, but I don’t pull out. We’re both slick with sweat and panting for breath, but I cradle her and press adoring kisses to her face. “Holy shit. This is the best it’s ever been for me, sweet Ivy. How do you feel?”
“Perfect.” She grips my face, guides me to her and kisses me passionately. “It’s the best it’s ever been for me too.”
I snap my hips to burrow my still-hard cock into her wet heat. “I’m honored.”
“I loved every second. Orgasms with your big cock inside me are…intense.” She giggles. “It finally makes sense why people become addicted to sex.”
Something about her words niggles at me. She’s talking as if she’s never made love before, but that’s not possible, is it? Nah. She’s a sexy little thing. There’s no way. As I look down into her gorgeous, flushed face, my heart swells with a mix of emotions. Happiness. Lust. Longing.
Fear .
I can’t regret what happened, but I’ve got to be careful with her.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” I ease out of her, a pool of our release floods the sheets. “I’ll be back.”
Ivy watches as I get out of bed and return with a warm washcloth. I carefully wipe us up and climb back next to her. As we lay entwined, I savor every moment. Holding her close. Breathing in her flowery scent. Enjoying her heartbeat against mine.
She falls asleep against my chest and I can’t help but think—I want this to last… forever .
Jesus. I’ve got to slow my roll. I’m operating on emotion. We don’t know each other. With our age difference, we’re likely in very different places in our lives.
Chances are, she’ll move on from me. Probably sooner rather than later.
I’d better not get too attached.
Or, is it already too late?