I climbed onto the bed with her, her curiosity matching her arousal. My fingers trailed down her body toward her bare slit. I rubbed my fingers in the wetness, satisfied when her back arched. I teased her opening then stroked her and found her clit. I rubbed her lightly at first, making sure that she was good and ready for the worst of what both man and technology could throw at her pussy and clit.
Ivy was slick and hot, bucking against my hand. Oh yes, she was definitely ready for it.
I brought the toy, already on its lowest setting, down toward her clit. She gasped when it was close enough to have an effect. “Oh God, what... it’s like it’s rubbing me so damn fast. Oh!”
Her worried moans were my joy.
I wasn’t going to sit there and let the toy have all the fun though. I stroked myself and brought her toward my cock. I teased outside of her folds as I continued to run the toy over her bud. She was already shuddering, trying to cope with the intensity of the moment. It was about to get a whole lot more real.
Still holding the toy steady, I rolled on a condom then pushed into her, feeling her shudder around me as her tight pussy took my huge cock. Ivy let out a scream just then, her pussy clamping down on my cock, her body convulsing, her back arching.
“Poor Ivy,” I teased. “Already come, and we’ve barely begun!”
That wasn’t going to stop her from coming again. And again. Even as she panted in a sweaty mess beneath me, I was going to keep going. I pulled her to the edge of the bed, lining her up as I started to fuck her on top of running the toy.
She was a whimpering, pleading mess, but she seemed to finally be coping with the sensory overload. So I turned the toy up to the next setting. She went back to being a moaning mess. All was as it should be.
Watching her as she twisted and turned beneath me… fuck, it was hot enough seeing her struggle with all of this, but feeling her subtly pull on me, shudder, and convulse beneath me? So fucking hot.
Ivy cried out again, the temptation of orgasm too much for her to resist. She sank her nails into my forearms and bit her lip, but it was all futile in the call to orgasm. God, I wanted to come right along with her, but this toy? It had one more setting, and my curiosity had gotten the better of me.
So I turned it up to maximum speed.
Ivy’s mouth was permanently in an O shape as I held it steady there and as I kept fucking her. I honestly didn’t know how much effect my cock was having on her through all this, but seeing her in this much utter pleasure, it didn’t matter. Feeling her in this much utter pleasure, her pussy tight around my thick cock? That was pretty fucking nice too.
I held the toy between us as I leaned in to kiss her one more time as I fucked her. I wanted to hold her as we both finally came, a final tribute to our lust for one another.
Our love for one another.
Just one more stroke, just one more thrust, all while that toy whirred over her clit and wonderfully abused it... and she tightened up so completely. It looked like every single muscle in her body was tense then released in a marvelous climax.
It was finally enough for me. Feeling her quiver around my cock, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I erupted into her as I let out my own long, orgasmic groan of appreciation for her. She was amplifying my own orgasm, and I was happily submitting it all to her, her legs shuddering around me, aching from the release I had just experienced.
After all of that, I had to collapse beside her and dropped the toy off of the side of the bed. I think it was still on, but damned if I cared one bit. I had the love of my life in my arms now, and she was absolutely satisfied with me, and I was the same with her. I kissed her one last time. It was a weak one, but it was a bit understandable this time around.
Ivy reached up a hand and traced my brow line. I kissed her fingers.
“Ivy, I don’t want to lose you.”
She kissed me sloppily, eyes closed.
“I don’t want to lose you either,” she slurred. “You’re the first man I ever loved.”
“I think you’re the first woman I’ve ever truly loved,” I whispered. But she had dozed off and didn’t respond.
My phone beeped noisily, and Ivy snapped out of her doze with a start.
“Ugh, I can’t believe I’m supposed to go to a club after that!” Ivy slowly swung her legs off the bed then went over to flip through the dresses.
I took one look at the text message and almost threw up.
Camilla:We’re going to have a baby! It’s a little boy!
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Ivy
Idid not want to go out clubbing on a weeknight with Imogen. Though I wasn’t exactly mad to be in Miami, especially with Evan. I could have gladly modelled dress after dress for him just to watch his eyes roll out of his head and let him fuck me with abandon.
