Page 31 of Eclipse of the Pack

“I don’t know, Jon. What am I doing?” Jon took a deep breath and moved his head back, so he could look at Ivy. He took both of her hands in his and placed a soft kiss on the knuckles of her fingers.

“Tell me what you want, Ivy.” Ivy looked down at their connected hands before looking back at Jon.

“I want you,” she breathed. That was all Jon needed to hear. He snaked his hand further up Ivy’s shirt, running his fingers up her back. He reached the clasp of her bra and deftly unclasped it with one hand.

“You need to take off your shirt.” Ivy pulled her shirt over her head and threw it onto the floor. Her bra began to slide down her arms. Jon pulled it the rest of the way, freeing Ivy’s breasts.

“You’re so beautiful,” Jon mumbled. Ivy smiled and took Jon’s hand. She guided it to one of her breasts, letting go when he began to gently knead her mound. She moaned as Jon’s fingers massaged her chest. He pinched her nipple, slowly rolling it between two fingers.

As Jon played with Ivy’s breasts, he started kissing Ivy’s neck. Ivy wrapped around Jon. As his mouth went lower and lower, her hold on him tightened. Jon trialed kisses down Ivy’s neck to her chest. He kissed the top of her breasts before moving to Ivy’s nipples. He wrapped his mouth around her hardened bud before lightly sucking.

“Jon,” Ivy sighed. She started pulling at his shirt. Jon moved so Ivy could pull his shirt off of his body.

Once Jon’s shirt was off, Ivy placed her hands on his chest. She ran her fingers over his taut muscles.

“Do you like what you see?” Jon cocked an eyebrow. Ivy playfully hit his chest.

“I do.” Ivy got onto her knees and leaned into Jon, crashing her lips into his. She straddled Jon as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. As Ivy pushed her bare chest against Jon’s naked skin, a deep groan escaped from his throat. Ivy squirmed on his lap, causing the bulge in his pants to grow even larger. The tightening fabric soon became uncomfortable, but Jon didn’t want to take his focus away from tasting Ivy.

But Ivy pushed Jon down onto the couch. He grunted in surprise as his back hit the cushions. He looked up at Ivy confused. She smiled wickedly at him, leaning over and kissing his chest. Jon shifted from the friction of Ivy’s ass on his rubbing against him.

“Ivy,” he groaned. Ivy understood completely and continued downward until she reached the top of Jon’s pant. She made quick work of pulling them off of his body. Jon watched as shewrapped her hand around his shaft. He bucked when her fingers started moving up and down.

Ivy brought her lips to his tip. He let out a tense breath as she swallowed him. Ivy hummed with satisfaction as she bobbed her head up and down in time with her hand. Jon’s muscles tensed as he rested on his elbows.

Jon watched Ivy go down on him. His fingers dug into the couch as Jon tried to hold himself back. He didn’t want the night to end there, and if Ivy continued at her current pace, Jon worried he’d finish early like some inexperienced teenage boy. He badly wanted to come inside Ivy’s mouth and watch her swallow him, but that night, Jon preferred to be buried deeply inside of Ivy.

Jon grabbed Ivy’s hair, pulling up from his lap and onto his chest. He placed his hands on either side of her head and brought her in for a deep kiss. Ivy immediately reciprocated, greedily clinging onto Jon. She pushed her fingers into his hair, tugging at the soft tendrils.

Jon fell back onto the couch as Ivy straddled him. Jon placed his hand between their bodies, travelling down to her shorts. He slipped his hand beyond her panties, finding her center. Ivy gasped into Jon’s mouth as slowly pushed a finger inside of her.

Jon watched as Ivy closed her eyes, giving into the lazy bliss he was providing her. It wasn’t in his power to fix everything going wrong with the world, but the least he could do was help Ivy forget her troubles for a little while.

And by helping her, he was helping himself. Together, they would make it through.

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IVY

Ivy rocked her hips on Jon’s hand, looking for that sweet spot. She was doing everything she could to push Jon as deep inside of her as possible. Ivy craved connecting with him. Being with Jon was explosive. Their mate connection was undeniable.

Jon teased her with his slow pace, lazily swirling his finger inside of her. He loved watching the erotic expression on Ivy’s face. Her eyes were half-closed as she soft tingles warmed her insides.

“Jesus Jon,” Ivy sighed. Ivy knew Jon was playing with her, doing what he could to get her revved up. And it was working. Her body was hot as she chased the elusive pleasure that Jon was offering. She wanted more. So much more.

Sensing Ivy’s impatience, Jon added another finger, moving them in and out of Ivy’s wetness. His fingers were soaked with her essence, coating them completely and dripping down onto his palm. She mewled as he picked up the pace. She couldn’t focus on anything else but the feeling of Jon entering her over and over again. It made her think about how good it felt to have his cock rubbing against her walls, their two bodies connected.

Jon finally gave Ivy what she wanted and moved his thumb to her sensitive bud. He started with slow circles, moving faster as Ivy panting got heavier. Ivy bucked against Jon as her core began to heat up. She closed her eyes as pleasure built up in her core. The sensation was soft like feathers tickling her insides.

Moments later, Ivy let out a soft moan as her first orgasm washed over her. It had a gentle intensity guided by Jon’s continued movements. He watched Ivy for cues, moving his fingers to prolong her pleasure.

As her peak diminished, Ivy fell back into Jon’s chest. She took in deep breaths as she rested on top of Jon’s body. Jon stroked Ivy’s hair, moving the sweaty strands from her face.

“How are you feeling?” Jon asked. His voice was low and grumbly. Having Ivy wiggling on top of him had further fueled his need to be buried deep inside of her. He was barely hanging on, ready to take Ivy in that moment.

“Ready for more,” Ivy responded. She picked up her head and looked at Jon before placing a gentle kiss on his lips. Ivy sat up and moved around, so she could pull her underwear off. Jon suppressed a groan, Ivy’s movements causing friction on his crotch.

Once Ivy had her underwear off, she positioned her opening above Jon’s erect penis. She placed her palms on his chest and brought her body down, her folds enveloping his shaft. Jon grabbed onto either side of Ivy, bringing his hips up to meet hers. Their bodies fit perfectly together as if they were made for one another.

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