This is pathetic.
Her hands fiddle with my belt and a sound I’ve never made before escapes my throat. It’s high-pitched and needy, deep and full of desire. I’d do anything for her in this moment—in any moment—and I’m irrevocably fucked.
The innocent, playful girl who’s growing in confidence and need has me on the fucking run and I’m going to have to up my game. Quickly. She’s already undone my belt and her fingers pull at my flies and my dick twitches, eager for her totouch it. And me.
Her hand slips inside my briefs and it’s a fucking relief when she doesn’t make me wait. Her grip is firm and there’s no hesitation, no uncertainty. Ivy’s so fucking sure and my cock loves the attention as her hand strokes it, twisting as she moves up and down the shaft.
Please.
Please.Ivy, please.
She’s learned so fucking fast and my perfect little mate is a fucking godsend and a curse. This is agony and ecstasy, pleasure and pain. It’s a world of promise and everything I want, except my girl isn’t quite ready and I won’t steal this from her.
I throw my top off and her mouth moves to my neck, kissing me so fucking gently it almost tickles. One day, she’ll bite and feed from me as we do this. One day, we’ll connect so fucking intimately we’ll lose ourselves in each other and we won’t know the difference between her and me. One day, we’ll feed as we fuck and I’ll have her entirely, as she’ll have me.
But not today.
Today is for other pleasures, other pursuits.
It’s for me, but more importantly, this is for Ivy. It’s for her confidence and growth, her pleasure and her satisfaction. She only needs to take a few more steps and then I’ll have everything I want. I’ve waited this long and it won’t be much longer. She’s so fucking close, but not quite there, and I don’t want her to fear this.
My fingers run through her hair and it’s so damn soft. It’s almost as smooth as her skin and my hands claw her clothes, eager to remove them. Ivy moans and she moves her legs, sliding one over mine and rubs herself against my thigh.
She’s fucking aroused.
I can see it. I can feel it. I can smell it. I can fucking taste it and I’m going to eat every goddamn drop of her arousal.
I’ve had as much as I can take and I need to move this forward.
I’ve had enough foreplay and Ivy’s ready for me to touch her.
I’ve had all the kisses I want and now I’m going to taste her.
After she tastes me.
My hands slip underneath her top and she raises hers over her head as I lift it off. She smiles and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever fucking seen and my cock starts weeping, desperate to plunge into her. Ivy’s arms fold behind her and she unhooks her bra before she takes her leggings off, and it’s all I can do not to growl at her.
Normally, I’d discipline her for being so fucking forward and not waiting for a command. But not now, not when I’m this damn turned on and she’s this damn bold. Not when she’s stepping up and her confidence is soaring, and there’s a risk I’ll shatter it. Shatter us. Shatter her.
I’m supposed to be the fucking dominant and she’s running this fucking show. And I fucking love every goddamn second, enjoying her body and mind, begging for more from me.
“Shower,” I say, insisting we move somewhere safe.
Before I fuck her on the bathroom counter.
Her shower has become a sanctuary, a place to relieve my tensions. I’ve jerked myself off in here more times than I can count, and now she’s going to join me. We’re going to do something much more satisfying, but I won’t defile her in this space. Not yet. Not for her first time.
Ivy giggles and fucking saunters into the shower. Her hipssway seductively, and she’s doing it on purpose. She’s teasing me and I watch as she steps under the water, tipping her head back and enjoying its warmth. Steam rises and her moans deepen, and I don’t miss it when her head tips back and she lifts her hair seductively.
She’s fucking playing with me. For me.
My cock can’t take any more of this tease.
I need her to be ready and I need it fucking soon.
Please.
Please.Ivy, please.