“Hey,” I say to get her attention, and set my cup down on the table.
“They’re thrilled you’re going to be living here. They are happy to keep her. It’s not a problem,” I assure her.
Her shoulders seem to drop a bit, and she nods.
“I don’t have that much stuff. Just a few boxes, and some more clothes. Bathroom stuff. It should fit in one trip. And I have to get my car,” she rattles off.
“I’m ready to leave when you are,” I tell her.
She nods, and sets her coffee down. “Alright, I just need to get dressed,” she says, but doesn’t make a move.
I continue to trace circles on her shin and calf, and she bites the corner of her lip. She looks like she wants to say something.
“What?” I prod.
“Did you find any use for my underwear yet?” she asks teasingly, gently nudging my leg with her foot under the blanket.
I grab her ankle before she can pull away. “Not yet. Thought about it this morning though,” I say, my voice low.
She pushes against my hold, slowly moving her foot back and forth in my lap, brushing lightly against my dick.
“Ivy,” I warn
“What?” She bats her lashes at me, giving me mock innocent, doe-eyes. She rubs her foot down harder, creating more pressure, and my dick swells rapidly.
I grip her calf, and don’t have to yank hard for her to slip down the arm of the couch to lie flat on the cushion. She squeals, surprised by her new position, and I quickly maneuver myself over her and kneel between her legs, bracing my elbow by her head, and looking down at her.
“Is this what you want?” I ask as I bring my face down, only an inch from hers. I grip her thigh and wrap it around my hip, suddenly thanking past Wes for the deep as fuck couch I bought a couple years ago. Ivy and I fit perfectly on it.
She’s breathing hard now, wrapping her other leg around me, and locking her ankles at the small of my back.
“Yes,” she whispers onto my lips.
I groan, and line my cock up to her center.
I lower my hips down to hers and I feel her tilt hers up to meet mine just as I thrust. I want so badly to sink my cock into what I now know is her tight, warm, inviting pussy. If she keeps making those noises, I’m going to.
She rakes her fingers down my bare back and moans softly as I continue to rock my hips into her. Sliding my hand off of her hip and up her body, I move up until I reach her neck, gently wrapping my hand around her entire throat, giving it a light squeeze. Her eyes flare, and a small desperate mewl leaves her throat.
“You’re desperate for my cock aren’t you?” I say into her ear.
The sounds that come out of her make me fucking crazy. The way her body completely melts for me is such a fucking turn on. Everything with her feels so natural. So inevitable.
“Yes,” she pants.
“God damn, baby,” I say, just as breathless.
I watch as her lips pop open and her eyes go half lidded. Using my thumb that’s on her throat to tilt her chin up, I dip my mouth down to hers, snagging her lower lip between my teeth and biting her slowly. She tastes sweet, like syrup and coffee. I tilt her chin further up, keeping a firm grip to ensure her neck stays extended backward.
“Oh, fuck,” she groans. “Please fuck me. Please,” she whines as she writhes on my already throbbing cock.
I lick a trail up her throat, and bite her earlobe. Moving my hand down her body, I slip my fingers beneath the fabric between her thighs, gripping both her shortsand underwear, and yanking them to the side. She quickly fumbles for my shorts, pushing them down as much as she can until she finally frees my dick.
She wraps her soft hand around me, and I thrust into her grip. She lightly gasps, and tightens her hold, giving me a single stroke.
“Harder, honey,” I groan into her ear.
She moans and tightens her grip even more. “Please. I need you inside me.”
