Page 38 of Brightness

Friends? That word burns more than I thought it would.

“Yeah… friends.”

She turns up her nose with an exhale. “Then why avoid me? Why not just talk to me, tell me what you’re feeling?”

“I’m not sure what I’m feeling. All I do know is you, as you are, are the most beautiful fucking soul I have ever known. I don’t want to be the one to ruin that.”

Ivy’s eyes begin to glisten, her bottom lip trembling as she moves slowly to climb onto the bed and slide in beside me. Her hand comes up to my face, forcing me to look at her. “Maybe I want to be ruined,” she whispers, before gently pressing her lips to mine.

My eyes widen as my lips tingle. My muscles stiffen, and I try to recover from the shock of her tongue forcing its way into my mouth, but no… instead, I’m fucking done for. The second I taste her, I lose myself. My eyes clench tight as I try to keep myself under control, but I need to touch her. To feel her. My hand sweeps up into her chestnut hair, my fingers sweeping through the silky strands until they lock around the tendrils, pushing her lips to me harder. Warmth infuses my skin, a tingling starting in my chest, then spreading outward all over my body. My chest squeezes tight, and my body reacts.

I feel fucking powerful, yet somehow rendered completely and utterly useless.

I moan softly into her mouth, and she pulls back dramatically, her eyes locking on mine. “Oh God, did I hurt you?”

“Don’t stop,” I murmur. “The pain is worth it.”

I draw her back to me, my lips taking possession of hers. It takes every ounce of strength in me to keep this kiss with Ivy tame. But the way her tongue caresses mine, the way a light whimper escapes her throat as she leans into me—fuck if she’s not the single sexiest woman on the face of this godforsaken earth.

I have no clue how the hell we’re going to calm this down.

Do I even want to calm it down?

The way Ivy’s kissing me isn’t how you think your typical virgin would kiss. Not an innocent shy girl, anyway. Ivy’s full of lust, ravenous for me, and I know I’m completely and utterly fucked.

My free hand slides down to her hip, my fingers digging in, the animal in me begging to be set free.

Suddenly, Ivy moves over the top to straddle me, her pussy sitting right on top of my aching cock as we continue the kiss, which is becoming more aggressive. That little move right there has my balls aching so fucking much right now, overriding the damn pain in my ribs. My cock was already hard, but it lengthens with that move, pressing painfully against my boxer briefs and her pussy.

I slide my hands up her back, holding her to me, and her fingers thread through my hair as she grinds down on my cock.

I thought I was hard before.

Fuck.

I groan into her mouth, the sensation sending a wave of pleasure deep inside me. All I’ve thought about, all I dream about is having Ivy like this, and now, it’s here.

She grinds down on my cock again. Somehow, it hardens even more, feeling like I might come just from her rocking on me this way. It makes me want to throw her on her back and bind her hands together.

My cock pulsates and becomes heavy at the image that flashes into my mind—Ivy on the bed, splayed out before me, naked, bound, and gagged. My eyes snap open, my breathing frantic as I gently pull back from our intense-as-fuck kiss.

She’s practically beaming, her lips plump and red.

I stare into her gorgeous brown eyes, my hand moving to caress the side of her face as I pant for much-needed breaths. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for so fucking long.”

Ivy lights up, smiling as if she can hardly contain herself. “It was worth the wait.”

I lean in, pressing my forehead against hers. “I’m not sure if I’m the man you need, Ivy. The man you deserve.”

She runs her hand along my chest, stopping just above my heart, the move gentle and caring as her beautiful big doe eyes meet mine. “I’m only asking you to try…”

Unsure about how to proceed, I exhale. All I want is Ivy, but I know if I do this, I must proceed with caution. “The thing is, Ivy… your virtue… it’s an issue for me.”

She recoils as if offended. “You’re scared of this, of us? Because I’m a virgin?”

“I don’t know if I can give you the kind of experiences you deserve.”

“Void, I don’t need anything special… I simply want you.”

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