9. Ivy
Chapter 9
Ivy
K nowing he wants to continue as much as I do, I nod eagerly. My heart is pounding as his finger slides back inside, moving slowly in and out as my body clenches around the intrusion.
“You’re so tight, even for one finger.”
I gulp. Should I tell him? I should tell him.
Suddenly, Harrison’s finger and the weight of his body are gone, and I’m being lifted into his arms. I fling mine around his neck as he strides out of the room and down a hall. He doesn’t say a word as he enters a bedroom, nudging a switch with his shoulder and flooding the room with light before carrying me to the bed. He sets me on my feet and then bends to grab the hem of my dress.
I raise my arms as he lifts the knit up and over my head. Then he goes silent. It’s so quiet while he stares at me that a pin could drop. I’ve reached the point of discomfort and am about to cross my arms over my private parts when he finally speaks.
“Oh, fuck, Ivy.”
He drops my dress to the floor and gently takes my bare breasts into his hands, weighing them and cupping them lightly. Lowering his head, he sticks out his tongue and swirls it around one nipple over and over until it’s hard and wet, and then he wraps his lips over it and sucks.
The sensation is like nothing I’ve ever felt. Every pull of his mouth sends a shockwave straight to my center. I moan, threading my fingers into his hair and arching into him as he switches to the other breast.
“I can’t believe this is happening.”I pant as I hold his head in place while he flicks his tongue across my other nipple before sucking it into his mouth like he did the first. By the time he’s given them equal attention, my arousal is dripping down my thighs.I never realized how pleasurable this type of foreplay could be. How I could probably orgasm from his hands and mouth on my breasts alone.
Harrison releases me and gives me a gentle shove so that I plop down on the edge of the bed. Then he drops to his knees. “I could smell you while I sucked on your tits, Ivy. I imagined each wet drop spilling to your thighs.”He places a hand on each knee and pulls them apart, spreading me wide, and I feel a moment of panic at being so exposed. “Lay back.”
I do as he says, and he lifts my legs, pinning them against my chest as he lowers his mouth to me.
The first swipe of his tongue almost sends me over the edge. He licks along the seam of my pussy lips before sliding inside my soaked folds, and then driving his tongue deep inside.
I gasp, my back coming off the bed. I watched this on the video, wondering how it would feel to have a man do what he’s doing in such an intimate spot. I thought I’d be embarrassed to be so vulnerable.
His hands slide up my legs, and I spread them wider, giving him more access. I can feel his hot breath against my core as he laps at me. Wet noises fill the air as he eats me without abandon, doing wicked things with his mouth that I didn’t imagine were possible. It’s like he’s having sex with my vagina using his tongue as he jabs it inside me with firm strokes. I’m lifting my hips, blatantly begging for more, rubbing myself all over his face, and I don’t care because it feels so good, and I don’t want him to stop.
When he starts sucking on my clit, I jerk and reach down to grab his hair with one hand. The pleasure is immense, I grip the covers on his bed with my other one as he uses his teeth on that sensitive little thing.
I close my eyes tight, overwhelmed with all the sensations coming at me, but then they spring open because I want to watch him. I want to take in every move he makes while losing myself to the blaze he’s stoking with every lick, every suck, every bite. His mouth leaves a trail of embers down the center of my vagina before returning to my clit and flicking it with his talented tongue.
“Oh God!”My fingers tunnel through his hair and tug gently, urging him closer as my body begins to coil like a spring. It’s like every nerve is tightening.
He groans, never taking his mouth off me, but then I feel his finger slip inside me again, pumping in and out in time with his tongue feathering rapidly over my clit.
“Faster.”
He increases the friction oh my clit and the pace of his finger, and I can sense something amazing building inside me, something bubbling up from somewhere deep. He somehow fits a second finger in there, and that’s all it takes.
I cry out as waves of bliss wash over me. My body trembles uncontrollably as stars burst behind my eyelids. My heart beats like I’ve run a race. I’m not sure I have enough oxygen to breathe.
When I drag open my eyes, Harrison is watching me with a satisfied grin. Then, he sticks his fingers into his mouth and licks them clean.
“I take it you like that.”His voice is deep, husky, and raw, unlike anything I’ve heard from him before.
“I did.”
“Do you want to stop?”
Looking deep into his eyes, I shake my head and whisper. “I want it all.”
He must read the need written all over my face because he smiles devilishly before pulling away from me and standing. I immediately feel a chill, but it’s soon forgotten as I watch while he slips his hands in the waistband of his lounge pants, and pushes them down his legs, taking his white boxers with them.
My eyes are instantly drawn to the hard throbbing length of him, and a frisson of fear blooms. How will that fit inside me? His cock twitches as though it heard my thoughts. Harrison steps up to the edge of the bed and takes my hand, guiding it to him. With my fingers wrapped around him, I squeeze tenderly. “It’s so hard, and yet so soft.”I move my fist up and down his length, testing, experimenting, and thrilled at his reaction when I see his stomach muscles bunch tightly and hear his sharp intake of air.
He curses softly, biting his bottom lip as if trying to hold back a groan of approval. “So pretty,”he murmurs, running his fingers through my hair.”
My heart pumps wildly knowing he watches while I touch him like this so when he puts his hand over mine, stopping me, I look up, questioning.
“I need to be inside you.”
My nod is jerky because I want that, too.I need it.
Harrison reaches inside his bedside table and retrieves a condom. He swiftly tears open the foil package before rolling the rubber disk onto his hard length.
I’m transfixed, curious, watching every move so I can learn how to one day do it for him.
Then, with a look of determination, he shifts me to the center of the bed and climbs on, settling between my spread legs.
“Um…” It’s time. I need to tell him.
Harrison grabs his cock in his hand and inches forward.I can feel the tip sliding through the wetness as he drags it up and down my slit.
“Harrison…”Will he stop the moment he finds out? Will he send me home? Maybe I shouldn’t say anything. But he’ll know in a matter of seconds, and I don’t want him to be mad. I don’t want him to end this before I finally discover what it’s like to be with a man.
I feel him nudging against my entrance.
“Harrison. I need to tell you something.”
He stills and glances up at me. His eyes, golden brown most times, are dark now and deep like the lake back home at midnight.
“Do you want me to stop?”I can see the vulnerability in his eyes, the fear that I took him this far only to tell him no. And while I know, without a doubt, he’d stop if I said the word, the opposite is true.
I shake my head. “No. But I need you to know something before we go any further.”
He waits as patiently as one can when they’re about to slide their cock inside a willing vagina. I can see the tension in his body, the slight tremor in his shoulders, the quiver in his arms.
“Um… I’m… I’m a…”
“Ivy?”
“Virgin, Harrison. I’m a virgin.”I spit it out and peer up at him, willing him to not care and keep going.Thinking I shouldn’t have said a word and just let it happen. Worried he’ll think I tricked him like that other woman and throw me out.
Harrison’s eyes widen first, but then they soften. He rocks back on his heels, and a chill settles over me.
This is it. He’s going to ask me to leave.
“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner.”
He doesn’t say a word, and I can’t tell what he’s thinking from his expression. There’s no stain of red on his cheeks, no tic in his jaw. He’s not clenching his teeth or huffing his annoyance or anger. He’s also not tossing me my dress and insisting I go home.
“I didn’t date much growing up. Not at all really. My parents didn’t let me. I was very sheltered.”
Still nothing.
“I know about that woman from last year. I have no plans to write a blog post about what happens here tonight, in case you thought I might.”
His jaw clenches now. I can see the tic now. But his eyes are still soft.
“I’m not trying to trap you or anything.”
“She lied to me. Had I known who she was, that night never would have happened.”
Is he telling me now, after what we’ve already shared, that because she was a student, he wouldn’t have slept with her? “Would you like me to leave?”
He stares at me, hardly blinking and the silence becomes deafening as the frenzied hunger that drove us both only moments before slowly drains from the room.
“I’ll leave.”I try to roll away from him, thinking I need to escape before the tears come.But he stops me with a gentle hand on my thigh, his thumb circling in a soothing motion on my skin.
“Ivy. She wasn’t you. I know we shouldn’t be doing this. School policies, our age difference—there’s a lot at stake, for both of us. All I know is, you are special to me. It doesn’t make sense, but regardless of the consequences, I want… I never expected you to be… I’m not sure what to say here. You don’t have to be scared, though. We can stop right?—”
“No!”I practically scream the word, startling him. “No, I don’t want to stop. I came here tonight knowing this could happen. I want it to happen. With you, Harrison. I want it to be with you. Please.” I don’t want to worry about what comes after. I only care about right now.
A series of expressions flash over his face and through his eyes, but I can’t tell them apart quick enough. Finally, he sighs, and he smiles tenderly. “Thank you for trusting me with this, Ivy. I promise you, I’ll try not to hurt you, but I can’t promise it will be pain free. I can only promise it will get better.”He leans over and thumbs away a tear rolling down my cheek.
“I’m not scared,”I whisper, sniffling slightly. “I’m... nervous.”
He leans down and presses his forehead against mine. His warm breath washes over my face when he speaks making tiny goosebumps rise up my arms. “I understand. And you don’t need to be nervous with me. I’ll take it slow and wait until you’re ready.”
“But I’m ready now.”
He chuckles. “Not quite, but you will be.”
With that, he retakes his position, but instead of trying to push inside of me, he reaches to my nipples and traces small circles around them with the pad of his finger, causing them to tighten again. Then he plucks at them gently. While he teases my breast with one hand, he slips a finger of the other inside me and starts pumping it slowing in and out, getting me worked up once more. It doesn’t take long before my chest is rising and falling in short pants, and my hips are lifting to meet his finger halfway.
Soon, his finger is gone, and he’s nudging against my opening again. This time he slowly pushes his hips forward, sliding his thick cock into my tight entrance, his eyes searching my face, watching intently for any signal to stop.
I gasp as he stretches me wider than before. It’s a moment mixed with pleasure and pain as he fills me up gradually, inch by excruciatingly wonderful inch. I clutch at his shoulders, biting my lip to stifle any noise that might escape my throat, scared that he’ll stop if I give any indication of discomfort.
He sinks deeper inside me, his eyes locked on mine the entire time. The moment our bodies meet, and he’s fully seated inside me, he stops and takes my mouth in a fierce possessive kiss while he hovers over me, his arms trembling as they hold his weight.
The feeling of being claimed excites me, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his hips, crossing my ankles.
He starts moving slowly at first, rocking gently back and forth, giving me time to get comfortable with his body, the fullness, the raging emotions.
The room feels hot now. The stubble on his jaw tickles as he occasionally runs it along my cheekbone. When he picks up the pace, I dig my nails into his shoulders and the feeling inside me shifts from one of discomfort tinged with pain to something entirely different.
Harrison must be able to discern the change because he starts pumping his hips harder, driving into me with a force that feels so good it surprises me. His skin ripples under my fingertips, and I can feel his heart thundering like mine. He lowers his head and captures one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking softly while he thrusts faster.
My body arches involuntarily, meeting him stroke for stroke as he plunges deeper and deeper inside me. The sensation is intense yet exquisite as if our bodies alone were made for this.
The sounds of our skin slapping together fill the room, mingling with our heavy breaths and Harrison’s low grunts of pleasure. The sheets beneath us rustle and twist caught up in the fervor of our lovemaking. His scent wraps around me, and I want to stay like this forever. I can feel my body squeezing him, grabbing and pulling him in. He hits a nerve on every stroke that sends shockwaves throughout my body. It feels so damn good that I wonder why I waited so long to do this. But deep down, I know. I waited for him specifically. It wouldn’t have been the same with anybody els+e.
Our moans echo around the room. His lips find a sensitive spot on my neck, and he sucks lightly. My hands wander over his back, tracing every ridge and muscle as we move together, sweat coating our bodies. The bed creaks beneath us as we rock against each other faster and harder, our passion reaching a crescendo.
Harrison slips one hand between us and brushes his thumb against my clit and it’s like gasoline tossed on a raging fire. I cry out as my orgasm rolls over me, my body shudders, quaking beneath him as pleasure pours through me in waves.
As soon as I come down, he pumps his hips fast and furious until he’s growling my name. His body goes rigid above me before he collapses on a harsh grunt, and I welcome his weight.
“Harrison...”My voice is hoarse. I want to say something, but I don’t have any words.
My hot professor laughs darkly against my ear, sending an exquisite shiver through me before he utters one word that sparks a new light inside me. “Mine.”