“How was work for you?”
I try to focus on the question, and not the little sounds she’s making. “It was good… a couple of hiccups, but good,” I say.
I know I should tell her, but I also don’t want her going to jail for stealing an identity, or slashing someone's tires.
“What kind of hiccups?”
“So, Katie came in today,” I start, and I feel Ivy stiffen.
“Oh, yeah? What did she want?” she asks casually, but from what I saw at the fair, Ivy is anything but casual when it comes to other women.
“She requested an appointment with me, and–”
I hear light grumbling coming from my side, and see Ivy’s neutral expression is completely gone.
I huff out a laugh, and tug her closer, wrapping my arm around her. “Easy, baby. Let me finish.”
“Go on,” she mumbles.
“She requested an appointment with me, but I disrespectfully declined, and had a long overdue talk with her about harassment and restraining orders if needed.” Ivy snorts, but I keep going. “I told her I’m unavailable, but I think the threat of legal action did the trick. She ran out of there so fast, I didn’t even get to finish going off on her for giving you attitude.”
Ivy sighs, and shakes her head in amusement. “Oh my god. Poor girl,” she says before snorting again.
“Other than that, I got a lot of work done in the office and had some really cool projects I got to work on,” I finish, tickling her foot.
She pulls her foot back, but I hold fast, tickling her again. She yelps and I shush her playfully.
“Ivy Delilah Bennett, you be quiet or you’ll wake the kid,” I say with mock sternness.
I continue to tickle her, and she writhes on the couch, doing her best to kick me, and laughing into the pillow she threw over her face.
Eventually I have mercy on her, and let her go. She pulls her feet back and sits up, throwing the pillow at me. She’s panting with bright pink cheeks, and the sight makes me think of her with that expression, but in a very different scenario. Before I can stop myself, I grab her around the waist and drag her over to me, depositing her on my lap to straddle me.
Desperate to touch her anyway I can, I rub my palms up and down her bare thighs, moving down to her knees, and all the way up to her hip bones. Still trying to catch her breath, she places her hands on top of mine, as if to stop me, but she doesn’t move them.
She doesn’t say anything, but her hands linger on mine. I don’t waste a second and lightly thread our fingers together. She lets out a long breath through her nose, and studies my face as my eyes bounce between hers.
“Are you ever going to fuck me?” she asks, startling me.
Jesus Christ, this woman.
I don’t hold back my groan, and I let my head fall onto the back of the couch in frustration. Not frustration at her, but at myself. “I’m trying to go slow. I don’t want to push too hard. I want to do this right,” I mutter up to the ceiling, then lift my head to look her in the eye.
“What do you mean?” she asks, her head slightly rearing back.
“You’ve been through a lot of change lately. The several moves. Us becoming… us. I didn’t want it to be too much for you.” I comb my fingers through my hair, debating whether or not to put it all out there. Ivy squeezes my other hand in silent encouragement to go on, so I do. “Because, Ifeeltoo much for you. I don’t want to give you too much too soon, and scare you off.”
Well, it’s out there now. No going back.
She blinks. “Wesley. I’m a big girl. You don’t need to treat me like glass. I know what I’ve been through recently. I appreciate the thought of you wanting to goeasy on me, but I want the complete opposite. I mean for god’s sake, you licked my pussy and came down my throat. I wouldn’t call that going slow.” She snorts, then pokes me in the center of my chest. “And you won’t scare me away. You couldn’t if you tried,” she tacks on more quietly.
I feel myself blush like a damn teenager, “That was before I moved you in. I practically forced you to live with me because my stupid caveman brain couldn’t handle the alternative,” I reply, trying to explain my reasoning.
She sighs.“Wesley.”
“Yeah?”
“Do you want to fuck me?” she asks, deadpan.
