When I plunge my fingers back inside and press on her clit, I release instantly. Ivy moans and then snaps her eyes open to me, lips parting. “Please,” she pants, her hips trying to grind down on my fingers, but I take them away. “Please.”
I slide my hand up her sternum and over her neck as I feel her throbbing pulse. Her skin rises in goosebumps at my touch, and I grab her chin and twist her head to let her eyes focus on herself in the mirror, but she looks at me instead.
Oh fuck. She is breathtaking. A fucking goddess on her knees in front of me.
“Look at yourself in the mirror and tell yourself that you’re beautiful.”
Her lips tremble. “JJ,” she whimpers, and her eyes look anywhere but at herself.
I circle her clit once again and she moans, sinking down into my hold and moulding herself into me with ease. Her wetness coats my fingers, and I thrust them inside her slowly as her eyes begin to shut.
When she’s close, I remove them, and she looks at me with fire behind her eyes. “Tell yourself that you’re beautiful,” I state again.
Her lips purse for a moment. “I’m beautiful,” she mumbles timidly.
I tut at her weak attempt. I grip her chin harder and turn her head, forcing her to look at herself in the mirror.Finally.“Say it like you mean it.”
This time, I swirl my fingers across her core for long moments. Ivy throws her head back to my shoulder, but her eyes are open, just about. I drop my hand from her chin and brush myfingers across the smoothness of her chest and the base of her neck.
I press my lips behind her ear, and she shudders. “Say it,” I whisper.
She chews down on her lip as my fingers pump in and out of her. A gasp escapes her pretty mouth, and she shudders against me. “I’m beautiful,” she calls out.
“Look at yourself and say it again,” I demand.
Ivy’s dilated eyes flick to the mirror as she lowers her head, panting as I slowly continue to fuck her with my fingers. She meets her reflection and stares directly at herself as she whimpers, “I’m beautiful.”
“Damn right you are,” I grunt against her earlobe.
Her clit throbs beneath the tips of my fingers and I graze over it softly with my thumb. Her neck stretches, and a breathy moan falls from her pouty lips, echoing around the room.
Ivy doesn’t take her eyes off of us in the mirror, she watches my fingers as they slip in and out of her. “Look at you.” I grin as she grinds down on my hand.
Her pretty pink nipple pokes out of the top of her lacey bra, I slip my fingers down her chest to roll it between the tips, pinching and tugging gently. “So fucking wet for me and so fucking beautiful.”
Her eyes remain glued on mine as she shakes in my hold, coming all over my fingers with an almighty cry. Those moans. Oh god.Those moans.She falls into me, and I cage her between my arms as she crashes back down to planet Earth.
I give her a few moments to calm her breathing, her eyes now shut, and her head rolling back onto my shoulder again. I can’t stop the smile that covers my lips, and I press them to her neck, peppering kisses across her hot skin as I slip my fingers out of her.
When she finally opens her eyes, I loosen my grip on her. She twists in my hold and takes my face between her hands, pressing our lips together, a groan erupts from my chest as she pushes me backwards, completely mounting my body.
Yes.I chant in my head. This is the confident Ivy I want to see. Confident enough to do whatever she wants around me because I know she feels comfortable.
Her mouth slides over mine as my back hits the duvet. I shove off her silk robe so I have access to her luscious skin. I’m greedy. I want it all, I want to touch every inch of her.
Ivy dips her tongue into my mouth, and I slide one hand down her spine and the other into the back of her thick hair. She hums as she tastes herself and it makes my cock throb uncontrollably at the vibration.
When her little hand presses to my bare chest, I bite her lip at the sensation. She pulls back and stares me directly in the eye as her hand brushes my crotch. I groan and silently beg for her to touch it.
She smiles at the expression on my face, and I tug her mouth back to mine. I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. The gasp she makes when she slips her fingers inside my undone trousers makes me feel like a smug bastard.
“Bigger than you remember?” I rasp as she grips the base of my cock and my stomach rolls with pleasure.
Ivy pulls back gently and strokes her hand over me. I fist her hair tighter and her eyes light up with fire and want. “Yeah,” she admits deeply. “It is.”
I can’t take it any longer. I wrap my arm around her waist and roll on top of her, holding her weight into my body before dropping her back onto her bed. I fucking thrive off her being in control, but now it’s my turn.
We both attempt to kick off my trousers and boxers as fast as possible. My cock springs free and Ivy’s eyes are like magnetstowards it. “Shit,” she curses under her breath, and I attempt to push away my smirk.
