Ivy takes her hand, running it down her body before reaching for my belt. I pull away from her breasts and watch unbutton and unzip my pants—my dick straining the fabric of my briefs. Then she has the audacity to lick her lips before biting them.
"You're fucking killing me, you know that? Fuck, everything you do drives me wild." I put my hands in her hair, pulling roughly and feeling her smile into it.She likes it. That's my girl.
Leaning myself into her, my erection hits her sweet spot and she groans. I kiss her and it's full of lust and need. I'll never get enough of her. Ivy pushes my chest back, creating enough space that she can run her hands down my chest and into my briefs. She strokes my length slowly, changing the pressure and direction. When she feels the bead of precum on the head, she whimpers. I move my hips, practically fucking her hand like it's my own. My orgasm builds, but I'm not ready.
I grab her wrist and remove it frommy briefs. "My turn," I plead as I take a hand and run it from the inside of her knee, up her thigh, until I'm touching her soaked, lacy panties. I don't take them off, but pull them to the side and insert a single finger. She's fucking soaked.
"You're so fucking ready for me," I growl into her ear, biting her lobe, and nipping a few times down her neck, all while my finger moves inside her.
"More," she whines. I give her exactly what she's asking for when I insert a second finger, pumping in and out.
"Touch your clit," I demand. It's not a request.
Her hand immediately reaches into the top of her black lacy thong and does what she's told. The second her fingers touch her clit, she's moaning, moving her hips into my touch. I keep my eyes open, taking in as much of her as I can. Her dress all in disarray, her bare ass cheeks on my desk, all while she's touching herself. Fuck.
She sighs quick, breaths shallow,."I'm," she swallows, "close."
I take my hands and pull her forward, off the desk, and turn her around.
"Reach forward and spread those legs for me, baby." She listens so well and I can see her chest heaving, as her dress bunches up around the top of her hips, giving me the perfect view of her thong, and that perfect ass. An ass I fucking dream about.
Pulling down my briefs, I nudge her entrance with the head of my dick, but she's still wearing a thong. The lace is a friction I didn't know I needed. I play with her, lightly pressing my dick in, just a little bit, relishing the feel of the fabric.
"You're dripping. Going to make a mess in my office." I put my front to her back, letting some of my weight on her as I speak into her ear.
Then Ipull my hips back and take my mouth to the top of her thong, biting with my teeth and pulling down, my lips touching her as I do it. When the thong is around her ankles, she looks back at me over her shoulder.
"You're going to touch your clit and I'm going to fuck you from behind. Don't stop touching yourself, or I'll stop." I love giving her orders because she's such a good listener.
She nods her head as I take my dick, and slowly fill her up. Ivy leans a little further forward, pushing her hips back, and I thrust in and out. The pace must be too slow for her, because her hips are trying to push back to meet mine, to get more, to take more.
I go torturously slow until she finally tells me what she wants.
"Harder. Please." Her voice is breathy and greedy.
"Well, since you've been such a good listener." I put my hands on both of her hips and drive inside her, using my hands to move her onto me, making my reach even deeper. One of her arms holds her up on the desk while the other works her clit.
Ivy groans, low and heavy, and I know she's about to come. I pump into her—hard and fast—and I slap her ass with one of my hands. A handprint quickly forms as the other digs into her hip. The sound of our skin and her wetness is all I hear, until she starts to whine and murmur with her climax within reach.
"Oh, fuck!" She borderline screams, her fingers still on her clit, and my dick pounding into her from behind. She contracts around me, the orgasm rising and falling just as I spill into her. I gasp and reach one hand for her shoulder, pulling her upper body up and back on my cock, creating a different kind of pressure as we ride it outtogether.
Slowly, I lean her forward and step back, pulling her thong back up. She turns to me, tits still out, skin red and marked from where I've kissed and bit.
"That," I kiss her cheek, "was fucking incredible. Just like you."
"I'm good at surprises too," she teases me, looking down at her tits that are still out.
"Yes. Very good." I can't take my eyes off her bare skin.
Ivy laughs and then throws her hands around my shoulders. "Best snowstorm ever," she says, and ends it with a sweet kiss.
EPILOGUE
Holland
ONE YEAR LATER
“Are you sure that’s going to be enough room?” I ask as Ivy and I stand over the blueprint in question.
