“Will we be able to leave?”
“Not if it’s flooding. It could be a day or two.” I move a piece of hair from her face. My fingers touch her perfect pink lips. I’m preparing for her to ask at least ten more questions. I know how she likes to know anything and everything.
Instead, she does something else. Something better. In response to mytouch, she reaches her hand over and touches me over my briefs.
“What a shame…” she says in a wicked way and climbs over me.
This isn’t the woman I met a week ago. I love both versions but this one’s moving the needle a bit.
She pulls my briefs down and my dick is already responding to a naked Ivy being in my bed.
“My turn.” Her voice. That voice. That touch. It’s like a fucking drug. And I’m addicted.
First, her fingers lightly brush the sensitive skin. Each movement is more maddening than the previous. I moan and pick my head up from my pillow. Ivy’s dark hair touches the inside of my thighs, tickling me, while her hands are on my shaft. Seeing her down there, like that. Fuck. I’ll never get over it.
“Someone feels a little greedy,” she says as I inch my hips closer to her mouth.
Ivy’s mouth puts a line of soft, and too gentle, kisses down my length. It’s torture. But I fucking love it. I’ve never been turned on by someone like this.
When she gets to the tip, she slowly licks at the dot of wetness. I’m weak. A fucking goner. I’m so gone for this woman. I can tell she’s relishing in my reaction. Her eyes are bright as she takes control.
I love it as much as she does.
She gives the tip an open kiss, putting my dick barely inside her mouth. Before my brain can compute, her tongue licks down to my base. Her teeth graze, just enough, and I’m losing my mind.
“What do you want, Holland?”
Oh, the tables have turned. She’s going to make me say it.
“I want you to put those pretty pink lips around my dick. And then I want you to take as much of it as you can. With your mouth.” My response is gruff, broken up.
Ivy smiles up at me. She loves turning the tables.
And then she does exactly what I asked.
My dick is in her mouth. Her lips surround me and I’m already close. She adds her hand. And she’s stroking, licking, sucking, and I’m going to go fucking crazy.
“I’m… I’m close.” It’s like I’m cheering her on. And then it’s like she flips a switch. Everything is more. She takes my shaft out of her mouth, flips her hair, and grins up at me. Wicked, wicked woman.
Evil.
Nothing like a good girl gone bad. I wonder if Ivy knows what I’m thinking because she moans. With that wicked mouth. I feel the vibration from her mouth on my dick and I can’t fucking take it.
And that’s all I need to fall in. She keeps her mouth on me while I come. Ivy scratches her nails into my thighs. She is un-fucking-real.
My climax continues to climb when she finds my eyes. She’s full of mischief and satisfaction. Ivy doesn’t pull away until the last of my tremors.
We finally head downstairs to feed Slate and ourselves. I put a bunch of treats near his bed and give him lots of attention.
“What’s that for?” Ivy asks.
“Slate was a good boy and didn’t bother us while we were upstairs.” I pet him using that high-pitched voice.
Ivy laughs to herself but loud enough for me to hear.
Today, I feel lighter. Even though it’s a mess outside, I’m sorting myself out on the inside. I’m not where I want to be and I still have a lot to share with Ivy, but I think we made solid strides yesterday. Not perfect but it’s a start.
I’m in the kitchen, making scrambled eggs and hash browns. Ivy is on her phone.
