She screws her eyes shut before her walls tighten again. I know she’s close because I recognise her breathing rhythm that always changes when she’s about to climax, and I want to watch every second of it.
I drop my thumb back to her clit and generously swirl circles over her as she shudders in my hold. Her fingernails dig into my skin for leverage, and a minute later, she shatters around me. I fuck her harder and claim those lips as she whimpers into my mouth, calling my name, which only turns me into a savage beast because I can’t get enough. I’ll never get enough.
“Ohhh, fuck. That’s it. ’Atta girl.”
Ivy spurs nonsense from her mouth as she rides out her climax as I pound into her, until she’s spent and panting.
I rip her from the wall and take a seat on the big lounge chair in the corner, bringing Ivy with me. She straddles my hips as I sit back. I slap my thigh and smirk at her, flushed cheeks and dazed eyes. That orgasm must have sent her head spinning.
“Come take a ride,” I say deeply. “Show me what you’ve got.”
A part of me expects her to shake her head in protest, but to my surprise, she raises herself over my cock, lifting her dress before lowering herself down. We both moan at the same time. And then she rides me. She fucking rides me.
“Like this?” she asks, holding my gaze.
I fist the back of her hair. “Yes,” I grunt. “Just like that.”
My eyes don’t move from hers. I can’t physically look anywhere else. I tug down the neckline of her dress, straps falling over her shoulders. Glancing at her scar, it’s clear she doesn’t seem to care that her chest is exposed to me.
She shouldn’t care, because this woman is a form of art.
Beautiful in every sense.
Beyond words.
Beyond measure.
She’s fucking mine.
I move closer, kissing her delicate skin but resisting the urge to flip her over and fucking devour her. She throws her head back as I kiss her scar and gently move down to her hardened nipples.
The way she’s grinding down on my cock is like the most addictive drug. Her hip movements make me forget where I am, and what my name is. She’s hypnotising and I’m not even ashamed to admit it.
“Never let anyone treat you less than what you’re worth,” I whisper into her skin, keeping my hand in the back of her short hair. “Because you are worth everything in this world. And you’re fucking mine.”
Ivy gnaws on her lip as she moves quicker, squeezing the life out of my cock. I’m so deep inside her that I’m close to shooting my load, but I hold off for the time being. “Because you’re beautiful,” I tell her, tightening my fingers against her scalp. Those eyes ping open to mine, full of light and safety. “Tell me. Tell me you’re beautiful.”
“I’m beautiful.” She doesn’t hesitate, and I smile, kissing her with pride.
“Yeah, you are,” I say over her lips. “And you should be told every single day.”
Her body jolts and she screams, riding out her orgasm on me. I watch her fall apart, and I come straight after because there’s no way I’m able to listen to her cry for me and not fall headfirst over the finish line.
I’m too wrapped up in her.
I’m too obsessed.
I’m too… attached.
My girl.
The climax we experience together goes on for a while, both of us having some kind of out-of-body experience.
One of a kind.
Because it’s us.
She slumps into me, my cock throbbing from its sensitivity, but I don’t want to remove myself from her yet.
