Chapter 21 #2
The sound of the toy buzzing between my legs fills the room along with my cries of pleasure and Ivy’s gentle praising. It all reaches a beautiful crescendo when my orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, pulling me under until I’m nothing but mindless, boneless sensation.
“So pretty, Lilah baby. So perfect and gorgeous when you come for me. Keep going. Keep coming. You deserve it. You deserve everything.”
Tears prick the corners of my eyes as my orgasm goes on and on, dragged out by Ivy’s ministrations of the vibrator.
The buzzing gets less and less intense with each passing second until it's gone completely, and then it's just me and clit throbbing from the aftershocks. I shove my fingers into the short strands of Ivy’s hair and pull her down for a breathless kiss, exploring her mouth with my tongue like she’s holding the secrets to life behind her teeth.
When we finally break apart, Ivy’s skin is flushed the most endearing shade of pink, sweat beading at her hairline like she’s the one who just received the earth-shattering orgasm and not me. I place the pad of my thumb on her lips, and she kisses it gently.
“Vee, will you fuck me now?”
“Oh, greedy girl, don’t you know by now that you can have whatever you want?”
I watch with rapt attention as Ivy sits back on her heels and procures the blue dildo and a bottle of lube I hadn’t noticed earlier from where they’ve been hiding amongst the sheets.
She attaches the toy to her underwear with expert precision, and I try hard not to think of all the other women who were lucky enough to see Ivy like this.
I’ve never been the jealous type, but the thought of my Ivy leaning over another woman like this—all soft curves and delicate lingerie contrasting against the harness and toy protruding from her pelvis—makes me want to find these women and claw their eyes out.
So maybe I am a jealous person after all. But only for Ivy. Only ever for Ivy.
“You’re plenty wet enough,” Ivy says as she flicks the cap on the lube and drizzles it along the top of the dildo. “But extra lube is always a good idea.”
“Holy shit, Vee,” I gasp, my eyes glued to her hand fisting the cock and stroking it up and down, coating it in lube and getting it ready for me.
It’s almost like she’s pleasuring herself, and it’s stunning.
The visual is so insanely sexy, I don’t know what to do with it.
I want to roll on to my stomach and suck on her strap.
I want her to bury it inside me while I beg her to get me pregnant again.
I want to ride her, feel her on top of me, behind me, all around me.
“What position do you think will be most comfortable for you?” she asks, completely unaware of my horny thought spiral.
“On my hands and knees, I think. But what about you? If you’re behind me, I can’t touch you. I want to make you come, too.”
She picks up a tiny remote and presses a button, filling the room with that familiar buzz and sucking in a sharp breath.
“The base vibrates, too. Trust me, it’s going to feel damn incredible when I’m fucking you, Lilah. You want it from behind? Then roll over for me, baby.”
I do as she says, propping myself up while allowing the weight of my belly to rest on the pillow below me.
I stack another one on top, and it gives me the perfect height and support to enjoy the position without the pressure of my pregnancy pulling me down.
When I’m settled, I feel Ivy move in close until the front of her thighs brush the back of mine.
Her hand finds my spine, and she traces lines up and down my vertebrae with her fingertips.
“So pretty, Lilah baby. Look at you. All this smooth, tanned skin. You’re so perfect.
Like a gorgeous blank canvas. Part of me wants to draw all over you.
Ink your skin and mark you as mine so everyone knows who you belong to.
” She slides the silicone cock through my folds and I gasp.
My pussy is still so swollen and sensitive from my first orgasm, but I also feel painfully empty.
“I want that. Want your ink under my skin. Want to be covered in you, Vee.”
Despite my best friend being the most talented tattoo artist in Tennessee, I’ve never quite had the urge to get a tattoo myself.
I don’t know if it’s the hormones or the horniness talking, or the way I know in my soul that I’m falling head over heels in love with the woman behind me, but I want her everywhere.
I’d let her mark every inch of my skin if she asked, in tattoos, in hickeys, in whatever she wants.
“Please, Vee,” I beg as she teases my entrance with the vibrating cock. “Please fuck me.”
“Mmm, since you asked so nicely…”
She fills me in one long thrust, stretching every corner of my inner walls to their absolute limit. It burns for a moment, but Ivy waits patiently, letting me adjust to the invasion until the gentle vibrations start to soothe the ache.
“Move, please.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Ivy grabs my hips and starts to fuck in long, slow strokes that seem to hit every sensitive spot in just the right way.
Every time she bottoms out, she pulls me closer and grinds down against my ass, probably working her clit against her end of the toy.
The tip of the cock drags against my G-spot with each thrust, spinning me higher and higher towards another release.
I can feel the vibrations everywhere, from my toes to the tips of my fingers.
Everything in my stomach pulls tight, sensation burning between my thighs.
Behind me, Ivy moans and mutters dirty words that I can’t quite hear.
I’m too close, teetering on the precipice of something incredible.
I just can’t seem to get there, and reaching around to rub my clit isn’t an option with the baby bump in my way.
“You take it so well, Lilah baby. Such a good girl taking my strap deep, getting us both wet and messy. That’s it, honey. That’s my good girl.”
I know I mutter something—maybe a plea, maybe a demand, who could tell?
Ivy knows, though. She reaches forward to pinch one of my nipples, and a lightning bolt of pleasure strikes through me, frying my every nerve in the best way.
I drop to my elbows, no longer able to hold myself up as the beginnings of an orgasm tease at my edges.
Ivy thrusts, my clit drags along the seam of the pillow beneath me, and I detonate.
I fist the sheets, moaning and gasping for air as my muscles convulse around the toy like they’re trying to drag it further into my body.
The orgasm seems to go on and on forever, wetness seeping down my thighs as Ivy holds my hips steady, grinding herself out to her own release on the toy.
After an eternity, the cock slips from inside me and the mattress dips beside me, a breathless Ivy throwing her forearm over her forehead.
I roll over, cuddling into the crook of her arm.
We’re both sweat-slicked and boneless, and I feel as though I might die from suffocating on our body heat, but it doesn’t matter.
“I love you, Vee,” I whisper against her chest.
“I love you too, Lilah.”
Three words we’ve repeated to each other a thousand times over the years, but at this moment, I think we both know they mean something completely different.
The old me would keep that thought to herself, but I don’t want to be her anymore.
I don’t want to be the woman who sits on the sidelines and watches as life happens to her.
So I tilt Ivy’s face until she’s looking at me and I do the scariest thing I’ve ever done.
“I’m in love with you, Ivy. I want you. I want a life with you. I want to raise our kids together. I want to marry you someday. I feel like I’ve been fighting the fight of my life for so long, and now I’m ready to be happy. You make me happy, Vee.”
Her eyes flash, surprise quickly replaced with affection, and then she brushes her lips against mine, whispering into my mouth.
“I’m in love with you too, Delilah. It’s you and me, baby. It always has been.”
And it always will be.