Page 17 of Wet Paint

“Yes.” And my only.

“Ivy.” His voice was quiet as he continued to circle my clit with his finger. “I need you to be sure about this.”

“I am sure. I don’t want anyone else to be my first. I want it to be you.” My heart was hammering in my chest as I spoke those words. “Please, Will…”

“Fuck.” His jaw tightened. “Okay. But if you need me to stop, tell me. I don’t want to hurt you. I want to make this unforgettable and good for you.”

“You already have,” I promised. “I want you.”

He started to nod slowly, but instead of taking off his boxers, he closed the space between us and placed kisses on my neck while he gently slid two fingers into me. “I need to make sure you’re ready. Gotta prepare this wet pussy.”

Chapter 6

IVY

We kept making out as he fingered me, and I felt my body relax more and more with each thrust of his fingers. When he pulled away, he looked at me with so much passion in his eyes. His eyelids were lowered, and the tip of his tongue came out to lick his bottom lip.

“Open your mouth,” he demanded, and I did as I was told.

He lifted his hand, then slid the two fingers he just fingered me with into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around them, keeping my eyes on his as I sucked.

“Goddamn,” he murmured, watching me closely before pulling out his fingers, and kissing me again. When he pulled back, his pupils were wide. “You taste like heaven,” he said.

I couldn’t judge that. I never tasted myself, or anyone else.

But I wanted to taste him.

“I can give you a blowjob,” I said, my voice way too quiet.

He smiled and shook his head, cupping my face with both hands. “No, baby, we’ll save that for another time. I wanna truly cherish having your mouth around my cock for the first time. Right now, I want to make you feel good.”

I eyed him for a moment, wondering how any man could ever say no to a blowjob. Then again, Will wasn’t justanyman. He was special. So fucking special.

“Okay,” was all I could say.

He pressed a kiss to my lips, then peeled his boxers down. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy against his abdomen. My eyes went wide. “Jesus,” I breathed. “How is that…” I didn’t finish the sentence.

His grin was cocky. “It’ll fit. I promise.” His thumb traced my cheekbone, and then he was kissing me again, deeper, hungrier, like he couldn’t get close enough. He was between my legs, guiding himself to my entrance with one hand while the other was placed on my hip with reassurance.

I held my breath as the head of his cock slid against me, slick and hot and terrifying, but I wanted it, wanted him, more than I ever wanted anything in my life.

“I’ll be gentle,” he promised me.

He watched my face, every micro-expression, as he pressed in an inch, then another, stretching me. It stung, but it was good, and I felt myself get even wetter, my body eager to accommodate him.

“You okay?” he asked, voice hoarse.

“Yes. Don’t stop,” I said. “I want all of you.” My voice cracked a little on the last word.

He groaned, his control visibly slipping as he thrust inside, filling me completely. My entire body arched off the table and he steadied me, hands gentle but firm, holding me together while I shattered around him.

I cried out, tilting my head back more before looking up at him again.

“Holy fuck…so tight,” he ground out, pressing his forehead to mine. “You feel so fucking good.”

He moved slow, every stroke measured and deliberate, making sure I felt every ridge and vein. The pain faded, replaced by a full, sweet ache that built into something better. He kissed me through it, one hand tangled in my hair, the other massaging my clit in steady circles.

“Will,” I whimpered, nails digging into his back. “Harder. Please.”

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