Chapter 5
5
NIKO
Ivy hovers in my lap, eyes wide as she watches me like a startled little lamb. Her knees dig into the mattress, keeping her weight from falling on me completely.
It’s just another sign that I still have some convincing to do. By the time we head home from this trip, she’s going to know exactly how perfect she is. I don’t care if I have to keep her in bed for the entire three days. If she still doesn’t feel as beautiful as I know she is by then, well, I’m prepared to keep her here longer.
We’re not going back to the way things were at home. I’m not losing my woman over something that I now know how to help with.
“Take my clothes off, angel,” I encourage, careful not to freak her out further.
Her throat bobs with a swallow. “Okay.”
She’s tender, almost shy, as she works my shirt and jeans off. I’m only half paying attention. With her naked in front of me, her milk-tipped breasts streaking hot lines down my chest and smooth fingernails scratching at my thighs, I’m a hopeless fool.
My cock is hard as steel. Without my briefs, the cool air between our bodies runs over it, making me grit my teeth. Sensitive doesn’t begin to explain how it feels. A puff of her breath could have me coming.
She balances over my knees now, her eyes digging into my groin as her fingers swipe through the thick hair on my thighs. I grip her hips and tug her up until the wet heat of her pussy presses along my shaft. My spine goes pin straight as I huff in a breath, willing myself not to coat my stomach in cum.
“Oooh . . .” she moans, grinding forward just enough to coat my tip in her wetness.
“You wanna rub that horny pussy on my cock, angel? Need to hump my shaft until you’re comin’ so hard you slip it in deep? Just tell me what you need. You can have anythin’.”
Ivy holds my shoulders and rocks back and forth, dripping down my balls. I watch her pussy split around me, her clit growing more swollen with every bump of my cock.
Her exhales are tight, strained. I adjust my hold until her belly is in my hands.
“These stretch marks are proof that you carried our daughter for nine months. Each one represents a moment in your pregnancy when I fell further in love with you.” Stroking one, I roll my hips in time with her next grind. “This one reminds me of when you introduced me to your parents, and your dad answered the door swatting a wrench against his palm. I thought that fuckin’ thing was goin’ to bash my head in, but even so, I wasn’t leavin’ without tellin’ them how much I loved you.”
Ivy stalls, emotion glistening in her eyes. I reach up and run my fingers through her hair before cupping the back of her head. The next stretch mark I find is on the back of her thigh, just below her ass.
“This one reminds me of the view I had when I bent you over the hood of my truck on a back road and ate your pussy until your screams filled the field. You were wild that night, Ivy. Do you remember?”
Her hips drive forward as she nods. “Yes. We’d just finished dinner.”
“And what happened at dinner?”
“I had a vibrator inside of me. You kept ramping the strength every time I spoke to the waiter.”
Grabbing a handful of her ass, I tug her forward. She falls over my chest, and the tip of my cock prods her ass.
“That’s right. Because the only person I wanted your attention on was me.” With my tongue tracing the shell of her ear, I whisper, “I remember the way you cried for me and the flood in your panties when I tore them off you. You took me to the balls without bein’ stretched first because you were so greedy for it.”
“What else do you remember?” she asks on a gasp, cautiously tilting her hips to toy with my wet tip.
“You forced me out before I could come and dropped to your knees on the asphalt. Fuckin’ leaking between your legs, you took me to the back of your throat and sucked the cum out of my balls. Didn’t come up for air until your makeup was chunky and streamin’ down your face.”
Her eyes cross as she reaches behind her and grips my shaft, guiding it inside her tight hole. The stretch is— fuck . I struggle to keep from bruising her pale skin with my grip and force myself to release her in exchange for choking the thick comforter.
“Niko,” she whimpers, squeezing her eyes shut. “Niko, Niko, it’s . . . oh my fuck.”
“I know. You’re halfway there. We know it fits. You’re such a good girl, angel. So fuckin’ good, takin’ every inch of this thick cock,” I soothe, half choking on the words.
She bucks back onto my thighs and forces the rest of it inside of her. I spit off a curse as she drops her head back to stare at the ceiling, hands clutching her thighs.
“Christ, Ivy. Tryin’ to kill me.”
Her moan is an invisible hand cupping my balls. I count the seconds until she moves, not wanting to hurt her.
When she does with a careful grind, my vision goes black around the edges. The need to plow up into her drifts toward me before I swat it away.
“I feel so full,” she slurs, hands wandering up to her breasts.
That easily, they become the focus of my attention. Her dainty fingers ghost across her nipples. I feel the moment she registers the pleasure that brings. The walls of her pussy clamp around my shaft, forcing me even deeper.
Thick and flaming red, her nipples glisten in the sunlight streaming through the room. I’m pretty sure my lungs disintegrate when she cautiously pinches both and twin beads of milk appear.
She jerks in response to her touching and grinds down on my groin. Every tweak of her nipples encourages her to start riding me, lifting and lowering herself with a slow rhythm.
Her milk continues to appear until twin paths of liquid run down her breasts and to her belly. I narrow my eyes on them, my cock throbbing inside of her.
“Let me help you,” I plead, releasing my hold on the bedding. Her skin is hot to the touch as I stroke her arm and encourage her to lean forward. “I want to help you, angel. Give you relief.”
She blinks at me, fingers pausing. “How do you want to do that?”
Her tits overflow out of my hold when I grasp them both, groaning at the streams of milk that wet my palms and drip onto my collarbones. Cheeks pink and lip held captive between her teeth, Ivy shies away from me, attempting to pull back.
I don’t give her the opportunity to run.
With a soft touch, I bring her nipple to my lips and stroke it with my tongue. Her breath hitches, so I do it again, this time applying more pressure.
The sweet flavour on my tongue is exactly what I was expecting, but also not. It’s like nothing I’ve ever tasted before, and I like it too much to stop now.
Ivy digs her nails into my scalp, keeping me plastered to her chest when I start licking away the mess she’s made on her skin. I follow the ringlets of milk from one tit to the other, sucking at the cushioned flesh after every few passes of my tongue.
It’s so similar to the first time we were together. My face buried in her chest, kissing and sucking and worshiping her in a way she’d never experienced before. The only difference now is that I’m buried inside of her cunt while fixing my lips around her nipple and sucking.
“Niko!” she cries out, pressing her clit so hard against my groin that she starts to shake from the shocks of pleasure. “You’re—You’re going to . . .”
Milk spurts into my mouth, and I swallow on instinct, already reaching a hand down between her legs to help make her come. My fingers meet pure slick as I wedge them beneath her body, finding her clit pulsing and so swollen it must hurt.
I release her nipple and rub her hot skin, trying like fucking hell to draw out her orgasm. She leaks down my chin and down my chest. I stare at her tits, my balls drawing up tight.
“Sexiest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever seen, Ivy. Wanna be messy with you like this every day. You soakin’ me with milk, these huge tits and hard nipples cryin’ for my mouth on ’em. Fuckin’ heaven, angel. I’ve found heaven.”
She goes limp above me, nodding without a question having to be asked. I pull her other nipple into my mouth and apply the same pressure while coiling an arm around her back and thrusting up into her. Her ass claps as I snap my hips at a ferocious tempo, trying like hell not to lose my mind completely when she sprays into my mouth again.
With my fingers on her clit, I flick my wrist quickly, rubbing her in time with my ruthless thrusts. Every drag of my cock makes my groin fucking burn with the need for release. I wait until she’s shaking in my arms, her walls quivering before letting go.
She screams so loud my hair stands up before her nipple slips from my mouth. Her back arches, chest saluting the sky as my fingers are bathed in warm liquid that’s absolutely not milk.
Fucking hell, she’s squirting.
“Holy fuck.”
I come right then, emptying myself inside of her. It goes on forever. I keep rubbing her clit until she shakes her head, gasping for air.
“Oh, my god,” she whispers, nipples continuing to drip onto my chest before she’s pressing her hands to cover them. “I made such a mess.”
I grunt in disagreement, too blissed to speak. She drapes herself over my chest, giving her full weight and, in turn, her trust. My muscles are pulsing with aftershocks as I hold her in place.
“Nothin’ a shower won’t fix,” I finally say.
“And the bed?”
“Washin’ machine. The place is old but not that old.”
She nods into my shoulder. “Can we shower now?”
My heart jumps at the simplicity of the question. She hasn’t wanted to shower with me for as long as we haven’t been intimate. After I helped her in one the morning after she gave birth, we’ve been showering alone.
“Only if I can wash your hair.”
“Mmm. How about you just wash my everything? I don’t think my arms work anymore.”
“Done.”
And I plan on using our time beneath the water to convince her further of just how phenomenal she is.