Chapter 14 #3
I stare down at her. “Just once?” Repeating her words from the night of our almost-kiss on the couch. I’m desperately trying to convince myself this is all I’ll need to get her out of my head.
She doesn’t hesitate, nodding frantically. “Once. Just once.”
I don’t waste a second, lowering my head and gently brushing my lips against hers. One gentle press of our lips turns into two, and when she moves in to deepen the kiss, everything around me disappears.
There’s only her.
Her lips are soft and warm, and I exhale a sigh of relief through my nose.
I can’t restrain my groan as she moves in deeper, her eager mouth opening for me without hesitation. The faintest whimper escapes her, and I sweep my tongue in. She meets mine with long languid strokes, biting my bottom lip. It feels so fucking good I tighten my grip on her hair.
She grips my T-shirt in both her fists, trying to pull me closer. Helping her out, I blindly move her computer to the bedside table, desperate to remove anything between us.
Sliding one hand down her body, I grip her ass, and press her closer to me.
It only adds fuel to the fire.
Gripping the back of her thighs, I set her on my lap to straddle me, never breaking the kiss.
She lets out a gasp when her center lines up perfectly with my already throbbing cock—the pressure of it sends heat licking up my spine.
She immediately grips the headboard for leverage and begins to lightly rock against me.
I pant into her mouth in between kisses, and grip her hips, pushing her down harder, helping press right where we both need. Her eyes are hooded, her breathing ragged. “Wesley,” she whines.
Fuck.
The sound of my name in that desperate voice is already bringing me dangerously close to the edge.
“I know. God, I know,” I grunt.
The way she swivels and rolls her hips against me—it makes me see stars. I move my mouth and leave a trail of open mouth kisses on her jaw, and down her neck. Sucking lightly on the skin under her ear, she gasps, and starts to move quicker now.
Her head thrown back, I take advantage of the easy access, and kiss and lick down her neck, all the way down to her chest. Her skin tastes likes sugar and vanilla, and I’m fucking drunk on it.
I feel entirely lost to the sounds she’s making.
I can feel her wetness start to soak through my shorts, and she smells just as sweet as she tastes. I’m desperate for it. She’s consumed all of my senses.
She yanks the collar of her tank top down, stretching the fabric to rest just beneath her breasts. The move lifts them up, offering them up to me on a fucking platter.
I take them in for the first time, and groan.
They're not too big, a little less than a handful, and so god damn perfect. They're round, and soft, and I want to devour them. Her piercings glitter in the low light with small jewels on either side of the metal bars.
“Fuck,” I choke out. “Fucking perfect.”
Cupping both breasts, I dip my head and take one pebbled nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking roughly. Grabbing the metal bar with my teeth, I tug, and I’m immediately rewarded with a loud moan from Ivy.
“Yes, that. Do that.” She grabs the back of my neck, and holds me to her, encouraging me to keep going, so I do.
She grinds her hot fucking pussy on me as I give her other breast equal attention. I lick one long trail up the valley between her breasts, up to her neck, then to her chin.
I can’t help myself, and bite down on her jaw, making her whimper.
Leaning back, I watch with rapt attention the drunken lust on her face as she moves frantically in my lap—almost desperate. My dick is so hard it’s painful.
We’re dry-humping like a couple of teenagers, and it’s the hottest thing of my fucking life. Only she could do this to me. Her eyes are half-lidded and her lips are pink and swollen.
Holy shit, she’s beautiful.
“That’s it,” I praise. “Take what you need. Use me…yes, exactly like that. You’re doing so well,” I growl, never breaking eye contact.
Rubbing my thumbs back and forth over her taut nipples, I take turns plucking and tugging on the metal. The sounds she’s making are feral, and so fucking hot. She’s ruining me.
She increases speed, and I praise her again.
“Such a good girl for me,” I croon, and I feel her body shutter.
She’s getting close.
She rocks even harder and my eyes roll. I thread my hand into the hair at the nape of her neck and pull.
Hard.
Crashing my mouth back onto hers, I swallow her. Tongues lashing, and teeth clashing together.
She breaks away. “W-Wesley. I- I’m going to–” she gasps into my mouth.
She trails off as she presses her forehead to mine, looking down to where we’re joined—a look of awe on her face. I mirror her, and just about blow in my pants from the sight alone.
The movement of her hips, and the very obvious wet spot she’s made on my shorts has me in a trance.
“You gonna come for me, pretty girl?” I ask, still staring down at our laps, and I feel her head nod against mine.
Her breathing gets choppier, and her moans escalate. She finally looks back up at me and I grip her chin, rubbing my thumb along her lower lip, pulling it down to expose her bottom row of teeth.
“Such a pretty mouth,” I say unconsciously.
She darts her tongue out and sucks my thumb into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. I moan, and roll my eyes to the back of my head. The sound of my pleasure only seems to make her get louder.
I slip my thumb from the warm heaven that is her mouth, and clamp my hand around her lips to quiet her. Her breath huffs against my palm, her moans now muffled. Her eyes are glassy, and pleading. Her rocking reaches an all time high and I can tell she’s chasing her climax.
I’m right behind her.
Hand still clamped over her mouth, I encourage her. “Atta girl,” I exhale roughly. “Atta fucking girl. Show me what you can do. Show me how good you can ride my cock.”
She squeezes her eyes shut, and moans low in her throat, throwing us both over the edge.
“Fuck, Ivy,” I groan, coming harder than I have in a very long time.
Ivy’s movements slowly come to a stop, and aftershocks of my orgasm rock through me, making me shiver. Slowly removing my hand from her mouth, we stare at each other, our breath heavy.
I don’t know who moves first, but our mouths meet again for a slow, gentle kiss. It’s long and explorative, and when we break apart, I lean back to look at her.
“One more thing,” I mutter.
Her brows lower, and she cocks her head.
Moving my hand between us, I slide her barely there shorts to the side and swipe two fingers through her slick, hot pussy, back and forth, gathering up her arousal.
She gasps, her clit clearly still swollen and sensitive. I pull my hand free and look her in the eye as I suck the first finger into my mouth, licking it clean, base to tip. I do the same with the second finger, and I hum—eyes drifting closed.
“Better than I imagined,” I rasp.
“Holy shit. That was really hot,” Ivy whispers, then lets out a tiny laugh.
Opening my eyes, I smirk in response. Her eyes start to droop, and a tired, satisfied smile graces her lips. She rolls off of me, and falls back onto her pillow.
“Shame that was a one time thing.” She giggles.
I freeze.
Reality slams back into me. Our words slam back into me.
Out of our systems. Just once.
Fuck.
I clear my throat, and comb my hair back with my hand. I got so wrapped up in her, I completely forgot about that.
“Uh… right. Shame.” I let out a nervous chuckle, looking anywhere but at her, suddenly very aware of the cum in my shorts.
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see her frown, tilting her head in question to my reaction. I’m in my head, and confused as fuck.
Fantasies of what Ivy and I could be, flash through my mind. I’ve been so unwilling to cross this boundary in fear of losing her. But what if it’s worth the risk? What if she’s worth the risk? I’ve only known her for a month. I couldn’t possibly know that this early.
I need to get away and think. My brain stops working around her, and I can’t make potential big life decisions, that include my daughter’s well being, while under her spell.
“Have a good night, Ivy,” I say, looking her in the eye for just a moment to try and prove to myself I can behave like an adult.
I gingerly lift off of the bed, and walk the handful of steps to the door when she stops me.
“Wesley.”
Hand on the doorknob, I look back over my shoulder.
“Friends?” She gives me a hopeful, timid smile.
A weight sinks in my gut. I plaster on the most polite smile I can muster.
“Friends.”
I open the door and enter mine and Delilah’s room, shutting it softly behind me. She’s still spread out and snoring in bed. I lean back and rest my head against the door.
Out of our systems.
Well, it didn’t fucking work. I feel her even deeper in my veins now.
Okay, I need to relax. I read one chapter of vampire romance, and now she’s in my blood?
Grinding my molars, I mime banging my head against the door, then push off of it. The movement makes me pause, and my eyes drift closed as I remember my shorts are filled with cum.
I’m so out of my depth with this woman.