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.”
