I slide lower against the couch cushions, an ache building deep in my core. I don’t know if what I’m doing is right. I just follow what feels good.
My hand slips beneath my panties—though in my mind, it’s his.
My underwear is already damp, and I bite my lip to stifle a soft moan.
It’s ridiculous how just the thought of him can make me this wet, but I can’t help it. I imagine his hands on my body, firm yet gentle, the way he’d trace my curves like they’re the most precious thing in the world.
My clit is throbbing, and I can’t wait any longer. I touch myself… there.
My other hand cups my breast, my thumb teasing my nipple, already hard and aching for attention.
I imagine Declan’s mouth there, his lips sucking and nibbling, his tongue swirling in a rhythm that makes me gasp.
My hips rock into my hand, my body clenching around nothing. How would he feel inside me? I know he’d feel good—stretching me. So good.
I moan softly, the sound muffled by the pillow beneath my head.
My mind is a blur of fantasies, all of them starring Declan. I picture him between my legs, his hair falling over his forehead as he looks up at me with those intense eyes. I imagine his tongue tracing my folds, slow and deliberate, his beard scratching my thighs as he holds them open.
Yes. I want him. I can admit it now. Of course I want I him. I want to kiss him. I want him to make the constant hum in mybrain finally go quiet. I want him to fill me up. I want him to teach me everything there is to know about making love. I want him soft, and I want him hard.
I’m so close now, hovering right on the precipice.Yes, there.The thought is a spark that catches, and then the world simply falls away. For the first time in my life I experience an orgasm.
The sweet release feels like pressure and release all at once. Waves of pleasure rippling through my body. My pussy clenches, and I cry out, my body shaking with the force of it. I imagine him watching me, his eyes dark with desire, his cock hard and ready for me.
As my orgasm fades, I lie there, breathless, my body still trembling.
I don’t feel guilty.
I feel awake.
And that might be the most dangerous part of all.
***
My phone buzzes. It’s King. Why couldn’t I imagine him doing things to me instead of Declan? I read his message.
King:
How was your day? You've been quiet.
Relief floods through me. This is safe. It's a connection that doesn't threaten everything I've built.
Ivy:
Complicated. Work stuff. People stuff.
King:
Want to talk about it?
I snort. I can't tell him about Declan's kiss that makes me wish he'll smash his lips on mine, drive his tongue into my mouth and make me breathless again.
Ivy:
I feel like I'm not doing anything right.
King:
