“I’m just impressed you had the good sense not to have leopard print and red leather everywhere,” Ivy retorted.
“Oh ye of little faith.”
“It gives me slightly more hope for whatever monstrosities you had pulled for dresses.”
“Just keep in mind,” I said as I guided her upstairs to the master bedroom, “we are in Miami, and people dress a certain way here.”
“Oh no,” Ivy said when she saw the rack of dresses. “No way am I wearing one of those.”
“It’s club wear, Ivy,” I said, setting down the bags.
“What do you know about club wear?” Ivy demanded.
“I club on occasion,” I said, taking off my suit jacket.
Ivy snorted and pulled out one of the dresses. “It looks like it’s been chewed up by an animal.”
“Just try it on,” I coaxed.
“I don’t even had the right shapewear,” she said, wrinkling her nose.
“I think you’re supposed to wear it with nothing under it,” I said.
“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Ivy said, waltzing to the bathroom.
I stood in the master closet doorway that was next to the bathroom and removed my tie then my shirt. I was searching for something less conservative than my starched cotton shirt when Ivy came out of the bathroom. I went immediately hard and literally started salivating.
“See,” I rumbled, “it’s way better with no bra.”
The thin, shimmery fabric clung to her curves, giving me a hint of the voluptuous body underneath. Her tits were full and round under the fabric, the outline of her nipples peeking through.
“Also,” I said, picking her up, wrapping her legs around me, and carrying her into the bedroom, “you’re not wearing that out of this bedroom.”
Ivy giggled. “But it’s Miami!”
I set her down and kissed her hard on the mouth. My hands went to the back of her dress, pulling at the thin straps, letting them slide down her body until she was in front of me, her full tits perky, the slit between her legs glistening ever so slightly. Once again, she was utterly hot as hell, and my cock was rock-hard just looking at her.
Picking her up, I brought her to the bed, kissing her—on her lips, her cheeks, her neck, going down her body. I took my time in savoring those huge tits of hers, feeling them perk up under my fingers and my lips. I hooked my hands around her waist, making her fall back onto the bed. A beautiful, naked goddess lay right in front of me, begging me to thrust my cock into her.
She was too perfect just to fuck her again and be done with it. This needed something special. I glanced around the room, seeing the frilly bachelorette bags.
“What are you doing?” Ivy asked, sitting up, confused that I wasn't on top of her and dick deep inside her already.
I went to the bags and dug around. I pawed through gaudy lingerie, edible panties, and various other knickknacks, but it wasn’t long until I found something useful. I picked it up, turned it on, and looked her way. It buzzed quietly.
“Just what are you planning on doing with that, Evan?” Ivy asked, brushing the curls out of her face.
“Throwing a curveball into fucking your brains out is all.”
“Uh, that’s... well, that’s for girls who don’t have men like you in their lives.”
“Open your mind,” I said, undoing my slacks, letting them fall around my feet, kicking off my shoes and then my boxer briefs. “I prefer to look at it as an enhancement to our fun.”
“I don’t even know what you do with that thing.”
It was a vibrator but not the typical dildo type. It looked more like a man’s beard trimmer than a sex toy. I had to look at it for a bit before I figured out just what I was supposed to do with it, but maybe my mind was a good deal dirtier than Ivy’s.
She’d get there. I believed in her.
