48. JJ Woodford
JJ WOODFORD
T he door to my room opens, and my gaze shoots to the sound as it creaks. A small figure appears in the doorway, and I shuffle up in my sheets as I spot Ivy as she steps inside.
“Hey,” I whisper as she shuts the door behind her. “Are you okay?”
She says nothing but walks straight to my bed as I scoot to the edge. I can barely see her through the dimness of my bedroom, but I can tell that her body language is off from earlier, which I expected it to be.
She wanted space, and I gave her space.
I wrap my arms around her waist, and she drops her head to mine, pressing her lips to my mouth swiftly. The kiss is quick, and it makes my head spin, but I don’t want her doing anything when I know she’s not one hundred percent in herself. But this isn’t a good night kiss, this is much, much more.
“Wait.” I pause against her skin, my hands sliding down her back slowly. “I’m not going to take advantage of you when you’re like this.”
Ivy whimpers against me and kisses me again, this time harder. She opens my mouth with her tongue, and I groan silently at the touch and taste. Everything. She has my skin rising in goosebumps.
“Ivy,” I say, deeper. “Are you okay?”
She nods once. “Yeah, I just want to be close to you.”
“Are you sure?”
I don’t want to deny her what she wants, but at the same time, I don’t want to encourage her in this emotional state.
She pulls away and stares at me through the darkness. “Let me do this,” she pleads. “I need you. I need this. I need to know that this is real, right now.”
I tug her down onto my lap, her thighs straddling my own. My lips press to her bare shoulder. “Everything between us is real, princess,” I whisper against her warm skin. “It always has been. From the moment I saw you. I knew you were going to be mine.”
A sound falls from her lips as she moves my face to take my mouth again. This time, she pushes me back, and I allow her. I promise myself one thing: I’m not going to be rough. I’m going to give her everything she needs right now.
Real fucking love.
I brush my fingers along the hem of her crop top, tugging gently. “Can I take this off?”
“Please,” she begs.
I hook my fingers underneath and tug it off her body in one swift movement. I drop it to the floor and run my hands over the backs of her thighs and the curve of her ass. The shorts she’s wearing do nothing to cover her but I fucking love it. Her skin feels euphoric beneath my fingers.
She grinds her core down onto my crotch and I groan into her mouth, clutching the back of her head with one hand and the other firmly on her ass. Blood rushes through my body until I feel myself getting harder. She barely has to do anything for me to get it up.
“More, please,” she says breathlessly. “I need you to touch me.”
I clasp my arm around her waist and roll her onto her side, pressing her back into my bed. I cover her body with mine and lower my head down to her chest, pressing soft kisses over her scar and erect nipples.
Her dainty fingers slide down the back of my head, gripping my neck. I latch onto the waistband of her shorts. “Can I take these off, too?”
“JJ,” she moans aloud, but she sounds frustrated. “Stop being so gentlemanly and just touch me. I can’t stand another second withou?—”
Before she finishes her sentence, I tug off her shorts. Now she’s in nothing but a tiny thong as I trace the outside of the material.
“Thank you.” She throws her head back to the sheets.
I trail my fingers down her sternum and over her stomach. Then I dip my hands inside her panties, her wetness coating my fingers instantly. “Yes,” she whimpers, pulling my head back down to her lips so she can kiss me as if her life depends on it.
Ivy whimpers when I touch her clit softly, rolling it around and feeling it grow bigger beneath my fingertips.
“F-fuck,” she stutters.
I peck her lips over and over as she becomes more aroused. I push one finger inside her pussy and she clenches around me, her hands clutching onto my shoulders. Those nails, fuck. Those nails make my teeth clench because I want to give her so much more, but I take my time.
“How does that feel, princess?” I ask along the curve of her neck.
She nods desperately. “Good. So good. Keep going.”
I slip another finger inside and listen to her breathing change. My lips press to her neck as I lick and suck at the skin, being careful of making marks. I raise my thumb and massage her clit at the same time.
Her legs spread wider naturally, and I speed up, curling my fingers inside her to hit that spot I know will set her off.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, arching her back into me.
“Let go, Ivy.” I drag my mouth over her neck and across her jaw. “Let me have it. I’ve got you.”
Ivy presses her lips together, but seconds later, she releases a loud moan. “I want you to have it,” she pants.
“Yeah?” I grunt.
I press down on her clit as I fuck her pussy with my fingers, using just enough pressure and speed to bring her to the edge. “Oh god,” she cries quietly. “Yes. Right there.”
My mouth claims hers once more, and she falls apart beneath me. The way she moans into the kiss has my head spiralling into never-ending lust and desire, making my cock throb in my pants.
“JJ,” she moans my name as she comes all over my hand.
“That’s it, princess.” I bite down on her lip, and her hips jolt into my hand, attempting to ride it for more friction.
My eyes turn hazy, her moans grow louder. I resist the urge to slap my hand over her mouth because I don’t want anyone to hear, but right now, my pride grows stronger. I want to hear exactly how I make her feel.
“Fuck, fuck.” She shivers beneath me as she slowly recovers from her climax.
I stop moving my fingers, but keep them deep inside her. She clenches around me until she’s spent and lying back against my sheets, breathing heavily.
“More?” I ask quietly.
She hums with her eyes closed. “More.”
My arms wrap around her body again, and I twist us so I’m sitting and she’s straddling my hips. We fight to take off her thong together, until her beautiful body is completely naked. I tug my boxers down and let my cock spring free as I worm it between her drenched core.
“Come down,” I whisper as she perches at the tip.
She bites her lip and slowly eases her way down. At first, she takes a couple of inches as she stretches and accommodates to my length.
“Holy shit.” She throws her head back.
I clench everything inside me. My arms snake around her back, and I tug her bare chest against mine. She hovers, and I don’t rush her; I want her to do what feels good.
Tonight is about her and no one else. She needs this, and I understand that.
Ivy shifts and sinks lower, another inch. “Fuck!”
I press a kiss to the edge of her shoulder, trying to keep it together, but she feels so damn blissful. I stay still, my hands exploring the silky skin on her back. She moves on top of me, sliding up and down.
“Oh fuck,” she cries again. “I never want to stop. Ugh. You’re so big.”
My nostrils flare at her comment, stroking my ego. Shit. I could bust any second. “Yeah,” I agree. “But it fits you so well.”
With that, she sits all the way down on my length and groans, throwing her head back again, exposing her throat to me. I draw my hand up her back and hook it over her shoulder, keeping her against me.
My eyes close at the sensations that wash over me. Then she starts rocking and riding. I fucking lose my head and every part of my sanity to this woman who glides over me like an ice rink.
“Oh yes.” She latches onto my shoulders, sliding her arms around my neck.
“You’re so beautiful.”
She nods, and I smile at her response.
Then her head buries into my neck, and she moans, making me shudder. “I love the way you make me feel,” she whispers breathlessly. Pleasure erupts everywhere as she continues to ride me. “I love that you make me feel seen.”
I cradle the back of her head in my hand, threading my fingers through her hair before hooking them onto her shoulder and tugging her down onto me as we move as one. “I’ve always seen you, Ivy,” I state and groan when she drops back down again, taking me completely. “ Always.”
Her lips tremble as she angles her head up to the ceiling. She rolls her hips harder, clenching around my length. “JJ, I’m gonna?—”
“Come again?” I finish for her.
“Yeah. Fuck.”
“Come on, Ivy. Take what you need,” I grunt into her shoulder, biting down on her flesh lightly. “Make a fucking mess for me.”
Moments later she explodes, and I can’t help but follow after her. I jolt my hips upwards, meeting her strokes as she crumbles and moans and rides me until we’re both gasping for breath. Crying out each other’s names as we fall back onto the bed, sweaty and entwined.
“Oh my god.” She shakes as she presses herself into me.
My cock slips from her pussy and I keep my arms firmly wrapped around her. “Fuck, you are so hot when you’re on top.”
She smirks at me through the darkness. “You’ve said that before.”
“And I need to say it every time.”
When she chuckles, it lights up my soul. “Can I stay here tonight?”
“Always.”
“Naked?”
“Naked indeed.”
We lay and listen to our rapid breaths.
“As much as I want to lay here knowing my cum is leaking out of you,” I rasp. “You should pee first before you give yourself an infection. Let me clean you up.”
She pushes herself up from the bed and stares down at me, not bothering to cover her body as the sheets fall around her waist. “Wow, I’m surprised you know that rule.”
I gasp in mock shock. “I know a lot of things, thank you very much, and your health is one of them.”
A smile flashes across her face. “You’re so cute.”
“Yeah, when it comes to you.” I cup her cheek. “Come on.”
I pick her up with ease and carry her towards the bathroom.
“Then we can cuddle?”
“Yeah, princess, then we can cuddle.”