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The brush of her fingers against my hand as she takes the condom sends shivers racing through me. I have to tamp down on the desire to rip the damn thing open, put it on, and pound into her.
I watch Ivy’s trembling hands as she unwraps the condom and reaches for my shaft. She pinches the condom, then places it over my tip. My eyes remain glued to her hands as she rolls the condom down my shaft.
“Fuckkk,” I groan from the feel of her on me, even through the latex of the condom.
As soon as the damn thing’s unraveled, I pull her into me, forcing her to wrap her legs around my waist. I push into her hot, wet channel, and we both let out moans of satisfaction.
“You feel so fucking good,” I mumble against her mouth.
“Shit,” she curses before cupping my face and pulling me in for a kiss as if she needs it for grounding. Her hands move to my shoulders, squeezing and holding on. I recognize it for the plea it is: not to let her go.
So, I don’t.
I lay her back against the bed and move in and out of her, driving us both to the edge. Every time her pussy tightens or her legs begin to quiver as if she’s about to come, I pull back. I don’t want this to end too soon.
While I know this will not be our last time, I don’t want to rush through our first time together. I kiss Ivy everywhere I can reach with my mouth from this position. I lick and savor the taste of her sweet skin on my tongue.
Nowhere, though, feels as incredible as that fucking mouth. When I move my hand to Ivy’s clit, the moan that breaks free of that mouth will stick with me for the rest of my life. I will fall asleep each night from here on out to the song of her pleasure.
“Please, Andreas, please,” she begs while gripping my shoulders.
“Do you want to come, baby?”
“Yes. Oh God, yes!”
“Wrong answer, baby. My name’s not God,” I taunt. “Say it. Tell me who’s about to make you come all over this dick.”
“A-And,” she pants but doesn’t get out my entire name.
I drive halfway into her while moving my thumb away from her clit, lightening the pressure on her clit and G-spot at the same time.
She mewls and digs her fingernails into my shoulder, showing her displeasure, which makes me chuckle.
“Say my full name, baby, and I’ll let you come.”
“Andreas, please, Andreas!”
“That’s it, baby,” I say before driving back into her until our pelvises touch.
Ivy’s hips raise, meeting me stroke for stroke.
A beat later, her already tight pussy strangles my cock, her muscles pulsing as her orgasm rips through her.
I watch her eyes roll back, her head thrown against the pillow, and her lips parted in a silent scream. Yet her arms cling to me.I’m her anchor. Even as she spirals into the abyss of pleasure, it’s me she reaches for.
It’s that thought that has my orgasm crashing through me. My vision goes black, but within a beat, the same images of me and Ivy together play out in my mind’s eye. If there was any left, all doubt is erased from my mind.
Ivy is mine.
CHAPTER 20
Ivy
“It’s the middle of the night,” a deep, whispering voice says from somewhere in the distance.
My heavy eyelids take their time separating from one another as I come awake. At first, I’m resistant to move an inch since I’m sleeping in the most comfortable bed I’ve ever been in. Yet, the whispers from across the room pique my curiosity.
“You can call at any time.”
