I can’t.
I shouldn’t.
There’s a floral softness that rises from Ivy even underneath the faint medical scents that fill the air between us. That same warmth in the pit of my belly makes itself known by a sudden increase of pressure that rushes through me.
I need to pull away.
But I’m caught in her gravity. This beautiful woman with such aching sadness in her eyes, a sadness I want to fix now I’m sure she’s a victim and not a culprit.
Ivy’s gaze darts between my eyes, then lowers to my mouth.
My heart jumps and suddenly, kissing her feels like the best idea I’ve ever had. I shouldn’t because the last thing she needs is someone like me throwing myself at her. The longer she stares at my mouth, the harder it is to resist that urge because it’s as if she’s asking me to, with no words.
Her eyes then dart upward and she gazes at me from underneath her long, fair lashes.
My restraint crumbles and I surge forward, closing that inch gap in no time at all and sealing my mouth over hers.
Ivy squeaks in alarm and my shoulders tighten, waiting for the inevitable hands on my shoulders to push me away and a slap for misreading the signals.
Neither of these come.
Ivy’s hands clutch at the sides of my neck and she pulls me closer, drawing me into her until we’re kissing so hard I can feel the edge of her split lip against my own. I lean into the kiss and brace one hand on the bed behind her while my other moves to her waist and cuddles her close to support her.
Ivy’s eyes flutter closed and she slides one hand up into my long, damp hair while her other slides down to my shoulder. Then she loops her arm around my neck and draws me in closer.
My mind goes blank. The warmth in my lower belly bursts and spreads through me like igniting a fire and suddenly, I’m pressing her down onto the bed and kissing her harder and harder. Ivy pulls at my hair and moans, arching her body into mine while her free hand turns to claws and she scratches down my back.
I hiss and our kiss breaks, but she drags me back down with a soft moan and sinks her teeth lightly into my lower lip. I kiss her repeatedly and then seal my mouth over hers, thrusting my tongue past the seam of her lips.
I’m burning up. Tightness sweeps up my thighs and settles in my cock, but we’re both far too injured for the sudden lustful thoughts that burst through my mind.
But I want to. My God, do I want to.
It’s like a craving I never knew I had and the deeper I kiss her, the more frantic that urge surges through me until I’m being smothered from the heat coursing through me. Ivy moans and writhes beneath me, then she kicks one leg free from the blanket and hooks it around my hip to draw me closer.
The pull of pain across my abdomen pales in comparison to the surge of lust that coils through my gut and anchors between my legs. She thrusts her hips upward and my mind falls empty once more.
“Please,” Ivy gasps against my lips when the kisses break once more. “I need… I want…”
“What do you want?” I pant against her mouth, writing those words over her lips as we remain impossibly close.
“I don’t… I don’t know. I j-just want something good. Please.Please.”
Can I resist a beautiful woman begging for me or her plea to feel something good in the wake of such devastation?
I can’t.
My growing desire for her is too strong to resist and with our wounds in mind, I settle for mimicking what I really want to do. My free hand skims down her abdomen to her waistband, where I slip my fingers underneath. The edge of her panties slips over my fingers and I slide my hand further down between her legs. Soft curls of hair stroke my fingers and then give way to the mouthwatering slick heat of her pussy, and Ivy gasps in delight the moment I touch her.
My middle finger dips between her outer lips and is immediately drenched by her slick. I stroke through her damp folds while sealing her mouth with a kiss so I can swallow down every sound she makes, and Ivy isveryvocal.
She whimpers when I caress her clit with the tip of my finger, she moans when I slide three fingers through her damp pussy and caress her, she whines when I catch her clit between two of my knuckles and massage back and forth. Her entire body trembles beneath me and a warm ache rises in my shoulder from holding myself over her.
I want to lean down and pry her apart. I want to fuck her until the only good thought and good feeling in her mind and body is my cock and nothing else.
She sobs in pleasure against my mouth when I slide my middle finger inside her and stroke her walls slowly, curling my finger in a ‘come here’ motion to fully feel the depths of her silken cunt. As I slide my finger deeper, I press my palm against her pussy and align the heel of my hand with her clit, rubbing against her with each stroke.
Ivy clutches at me with both hands and throws her head back against the pillow. I follow her movements and kiss her again, repeatedly until we’re breathless and I have two fingers pumpinginto her on a rapid rhythm. Fluid soaks my palm and streaks up to my wrist from how rapidly I fuck her, and as she moans and writhes like she’s turning into a snake, two fingers become three.
