Chapter 5 #2
“That’s not true.” He leaned against the table and crossed his arms. “You’re talented, and you have been all your life.
You didn’t know me when you were little.
When you started painting and decided that’s what you wanted to do later in life.
You have a gift, Ivy. I’ve noticed the first time you did a painting in class. ”
He smiled and looked at my painting. “Unlike everyone else, you kept staring at the white canvas, your mind working hard to figure out what to do with it. It took you thirty minutes before you moved on to the colors, carefully picking them out. Even the brushes. You didn’t go for the new and unused ones.
You picked older brushes, knowing the effect they’d have on an empty canvas.
You envisioned what you wanted it to look like before you even made a single mark. That’s not something you can teach.”
I felt my face grow warm. Not from embarrassment. More like…being seen. And not just by anyone. By him .
“You remember all that?” I asked.
“Of course I do.” His tone was matter of fact, not trying to flatter me. “It was the first time in a long time I got excited about teaching again.”
That made me pause. “Because of me?”
He shrugged lightly, like he hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but didn’t regret it either. “Yeah. You cared in a way I hadn’t seen in a while. Not just about the grade or what I thought. You actually cared about the process. About getting it right.”
I looked back at the painting, suddenly unsure what to say. It felt weirdly intimate now, like we weren’t talking about art anymore. Not just.
“You know,” I said after a moment, “that day in class…I was terrified.”
Will raised an eyebrow. “Really? You didn’t look it.”
“I was,” I said, laughing softly. “I thought everyone would think I was too slow. That I didn’t belong in the program.”
“Well, they were wrong,” he said. “And you were wrong, too. You belonged more than anyone.”
We stood in silence for a second.
“I don’t know what this is going to turn into,” I said quietly. “Us. This. But I like it.”
“Me too.”
He took a step toward me, and I met him halfway.
It all came naturally. We kissed, and I felt every hesitation and every worry melt away as I pressed myself closer to him.
He ran his hands into my hair, his fingers pulling gently at the roots, and I moaned, feeling my knees go weak.
This time he didn’t stop. Didn’t break away.
His hands traveled down my back, and he grabbed my hips and lifted me onto the table.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him into me. His mouth moved from my lips and trailed down my neck, kissing, biting, and sucking. I gasped, feeling him hard against my thigh. My hands were on him, everywhere. In his hair, on his neck, running down his chest.
“Fuck, Ivy,” he groaned, sounding desperate. “You have no idea how much I want you.”
I smiled against his skin, feeling bold. “Show me,” I whispered, wanting him just as much.
He let out a breathless laugh and tugged at my shirt, pulling it over my head and tossing it onto the floor. He paused for a moment and looked at me, his eyes dark. “God, you’re perfect,” he said, tracing the edge of my bra with his fingers.
I shivered and reached for his sweater, sliding my hands under it and feeling his warm skin. “Take this off,” I said, tugging at the fabric.
He obeyed, the sweater joining my shirt on the ground. I couldn’t stop staring at his body. At his hard chest, and those perfectly shaped abs. I took in his arms next, and my panties were instantly wet. He definitely worked out, and probably never skipped arm-day.
God, those veins…
He pulled me closer, and his hands were everywhere again. On my waist, feeling the curve of my ass, sliding up my back to unclasp my bra. He pulled it off and closed his mouth around my nipple, sucking gently, his tongue flicking over it. I moaned, pleasure shooting through my body.
He moved to the other breast, and I thought I was going to explode. Then his hand was between my legs, rubbing me through my jeans. “You’re soaked,” he murmured.
“Will,” I sighed, my voice shaky. “Please…”
He unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down, taking my panties with them. I lifted my hips, letting him slide them off my legs and onto the floor.
“Lean back, Ivy,” he ordered. There was lust in his eyes, in his voice.
I placed one hand behind me in the table and leaned back, giving him all the access he needed.
He knelt in front of me, and kissed my thighs, inching closer and closer, until his mouth was on my pussy.
I arched my back and cried out, my hand in his hair, holding him there.
His tongue moved slowly at first, teasing me, but soon he was going faster, sucking gently at my clit, then harder, until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“So fucking sweet,” he muttered, licking through my folds before he flicked his tongue against my clit again.
“Will, oh God!” I pulled at his hair again, pushing his face more against me. I wanted him to stay right there forever. Wanted him to make me come over and over again.
Funnily enough, I never wanted a man down there before. Never did I come across a guy and think, huh, I want that man’s mouth on my pussy .
No, that thought only ever occurred with Will on my mind.
I do, however, use my vibrator every other day. Whenever I felt like it. And whenever I dreamed about Will being the one making me come.
It was really happening now, and I almost couldn’t think straight.
I also never had sex.
Wasn’t sure how to tell him that, but all of this was definitely going in that direction.
I still had time to tell him. To prepare him.
I was ready, though.
So fucking ready.
A few more flicks of his tongue, and I came. My whole body tensed, then relaxed all at once.
“Fuuuck,” Will growled as he stood up. He moved his hands along my thighs and leaned in to kiss me. I could taste myself on his lips.
“Will,” I said, breathless. “I need more.”
He chuckled, giving me another kiss before moving back slightly. “You sure?”
“Yes. Please.”
I watched as he unbuckled his belt, his jeans falling to the ground. His boxers were still on, and my eyes dropped to the large bulge in them.
Suddenly, I didn’t feel as confident anymore. Would it fit?
God, yes, it had to. I had sex-ed in high school, and I knew a thing or two about sex. It would fit. He would just have to go slow.
“So uh…” I started, laughing nervously. “There’s something I need to tell you."
He raised a brow, his hand cupping his cock through his boxers. “What’s that?”
“I…” I swallowed hard, watching as his cock hardened under his touch. “I’ve never…you know. I’m a virgin but I totally want this.”
He looked worried for a second, but it vanished shortly after. There was a flash of possessiveness in his eyes. Challenge. Excitement. “No man has ever been inside you?”
I shook my head. “No.”
He moved one hand to my inner thigh, caressing my skin gently until his fingertips touched my clit again. “And you want me to be your first?”
“Yes.” And my only.
“Ivy.” His voice was quiet as he continued to circle my clit with his finger. “I need you to be sure about this.”
“I am sure. I don’t want anyone else to be my first. I want it to be you.” My heart was hammering in my chest as I spoke those words. “Please, Will…”
“Fuck.” His jaw tightened. “Okay. But if you need me to stop, tell me. I don’t want to hurt you. I want to make this unforgettable and good for you.”
“You already have,” I promised. “I want you.”
He started to nod slowly, but instead of taking off his boxers, he closed the space between us and placed kisses on my neck while he gently slid two fingers into me. “I need to make sure you’re ready. Gotta prepare this wet pussy.”