Chapter 30
Wes
The bright pink mark of my hand on Ivy’s ass is one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen. I rub the sting away, then dip my head down and bite one perfectly plump cheek.
“Oh my god,” Ivy moans, and pushes her ass back into me.
I smirk.
She likes it. I knew she would. I spank her again, this time on the other cheek, so she’s nice and marked by me. Ivy moans again, and I line myself back up with her entrance, anxious to feel her tight warmth gripping me again.
“Wesley… It’s too much,” she whines.
“Shhh,” I whisper while I move my palm from her ass, up to the center of her back and thread my fingers into the hair at the base of her skull, and grip firmly. “You can take it.”
I push all the way to the hilt in one thrust, and Ivy screams. Her sweet fucking pussy still pulses around me, gripping me like a god damn vice. I spank her a few more times, and every time I do her pants get more and more wanton.
I pump in rhythmic strokes, and it’s not long before my balls start to tighten.
Ivy starts backing her ass up onto me, fucking my cock like the eager girl she is.
“Yes, baby. Fuck. Just like that. You take me so well,” I growl.
The praise spurs her on like I knew it would, and she quickens her pace, slamming her ass back into me. My head falls back, and I give into the pleasure. God damn this woman, I’m ruined for any other.
Spank. Spank. Spank.
Ivy moans loudly, the sound joined with the wet slapping of skin fills the room. I look down, watching her arousal drip down her legs. Satisfaction fills me, and a wicked smile graces my lips. I band my arm around her stomach and effortlessly tug her up so her back meets my front.
Ivy tilts her head back and rests it on my shoulder as I continue to pump into her. With a bruising grip on her hip, I slide a hand up to her jaw, and turn her head to face me. Her eyes are barely open, and her lips are already parted when I lean down to kiss her, slipping my tongue in immediately.
I feel my body start to go numb, and I know my orgasm is not far behind. I bring my hand down from her jaw to her throat, my fingers nearly touching when I wrap my hand around and lightly squeeze.
She moans deep in her throat, the vibration echoing against my palm. She winds her hand behind my head, and holds me to her, kissing me back just as eager. I slide a hand down, and rub her clit hard, like she showed me.
She cries out, breaking our kiss.
“Give me one more baby. You can do it. Such a good fucking girl,” I murmur onto her lips.
“I want to be so good for you,” she whines.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I’m a goner. I need her to come. Now. She’s so good. Too fucking good, it should be illegal. I double my efforts in thrusts, and quicken my fingers on her clit, placing open mouthed kisses on her neck.
“Yeah? Then come for me, beautiful girl. Show me how bad you want it.” There’s a challenge in my voice, a taunt even. I squeeze her neck harder, and then I feel it.
She detonates, letting out a hoarse cry.
Her walls pulsate, and grip me so fucking tight I think I black out for a moment. I pump two more times before my balls tighten even more, and my dick swells to the point of pain.
“Oh, fuck,” I roar.
“Wesley. Oh my god,” Ivy mewls.
Time warps as I explode inside her, pulse after pulse filling her up.
When we finally start to calm down I gently drop us both down to the mattress, maneuvering us so she’s splayed out on top of me.
She buries her face in the crook of my neck as I splay my hands on her bare back. We do our best to regulate our breathing, but after a few minutes, I feel our heartbeats settle.
Taking one last final breath, I breathe out, “Witch.”
Ivy lifts her head, her dark locks falling into her eyes, with a puzzled expression on her face. “What?”
“Witch. You’re a witch.”
That’s the only explanation as to why that felt as good as it did. Sex feels good, sure. But that was something else entirely. It felt like we transcended fucking dimensions. How am I supposed to go on living a normal life knowing that feeling is possible.
Ivy shoves her face back into my neck, and breaks out into a fit of giggles. Wrapping both arms around her, I roll us so I’m hovering over her. I smile at her beautiful, flushed face, and she lifts her finger and pokes one of my dimples.
My eyes bounce between hers, then I drop my mouth down to give her a quick kiss. I pull away and squeeze my arms tighter around her before nuzzling my face in the crook of her neck. I inhale deeply, and inwardly roll my eyes at the smell of her coconuty shampoo.
After a few beats, I lift up. “Be right back,” I say softly
I get up from the bed and walk into the ensuite to find a washcloth to clean Ivy with.
After cleaning myself up, then wetting the towel with warm water, I return to find Ivy where I left her, already dozing.
The view is better than I ever imagined.
I sit on the edge of the bed, and gently spread her legs.
As soon as the towel makes contact, Ivy startles, still sensitive.
“Sorry,” I murmur.
She hums as I begin to wipe, and my dick threatens to harden again at the tender sound.
Though I keep myself under control, I still can’t help but lean down and press a soft kiss to her clit, making her gasp, then laugh and throw her arm over her eyes.
I smile to myself as I get up to toss the rag in the hamper, and slide back into bed beside Ivy.
I move her around so she’s under the covers with me, and drag her into my arms, intertwining our legs.
She fits so perfectly, it’s hard not to believe she was made specifically for this spot. Or better yet, I was made to wrap perfectly around her. I tug her just a little closer, kiss the top of her head and brush the hair out of her eyes.
“That was…” Ivy trails off, then looks up at me.
I quirk an eyebrow, waiting for her to finish.
“You spanked me.”
“I did,” I reply, the corner of my lips twitching.
“I liked it.”
“I noticed.” I’m barely holding back my grin.
Ivy playfully slaps my chest. “Is it always like that for you? That good?” she says a little quieter.
I soften at that, and shake my head. “No, baby. Nothing has ever been that good.”
Ivy sobers as well. “Same.”
“Good,” I reply then adjust myself a little, relaxing further into the bed, and letting out a long sigh of contentment. I can’t remember the last time I felt this relaxed. Having Ivy in my bed, and in my arms feels like everything just…clicks.
“Wesley?”
“Hm?”
“I can’t sleep in here. I don’t want to risk Delilah seeing me,” she whispers into my chest. I know she’s right, but it doesn’t stop the fact that I want to pout like a child.
I reach behind me, and feel around for my phone on the bedside table.
I grab it, and hold it above Ivy and I. Squinting at the bright light, I unlock it and navigate to the baby monitor app I have that’s connected to the camera in Lilah’s room.
Lilah is still sprawled out and snoring, so I know we’re good for awhile.
I set my phone back down, and wrap my arm around Ivy again.
“Just a few minutes,” I mumble, burying my face into her hair.
Ivy relents, and wraps her arm around my back. “Okay. Just a few minutes.”
Satisfied, I gently rub my fingertips up and down her back. I can’t not touch her. I glance down, and see a slight smile playing on her lips with her eyes closed. I peek at the clock, and see it’s almost one in the morning.
Jesus, how long have we been in here?
Considering my daughter wakes up at seven sharp, I better get Ivy to bed soon so we have a small shot of getting decent sleep. Lilah always wakes me up first, and just the sound of people being awake down the hall, wakes Ivy.
Ivy has told me how light of a sleeper she is, and I’ve offered to get her earplugs or a sound machine.
I do my best to be as quiet as possible in the mornings, but with a four-year-old, or at least my four-year-old, that’s pretty much impossible.
She has refused my offers, promising she wants to have breakfast with us, so she wants us to wake her.
I just want to hold her a little longer, and then I’ll carry Ivy to her room. I breathe out through my nose, and rest my head against hers.
Just a few minutes.