Page 11 of The Writer
Her eyes flutter closed in pleasure, and I feel the vibration of her moan through my finger still in her mouth. We’re still for a second, and I let out a long, deep breath. I meant what I said, I want to fuck her hard and fast, but I have every intention of getting her off and feeling her pulse around my cock before I come.
“I want to hear you scream.” I kiss her and tilt my pelvis forward on a sharp thrust, jolting her and making her gasp for breath.
With my weight pinning her, I set up a punishing pace, slamming as deep as I can and hitting her core. She raises her hips in time, as if asking for me, but there's a ferocity in our movements, as if we both need more.
Releasing her wrists, I grab her hips and pull her against me harder. My knees slide under her to give me more purchase, and Ivy straddles my hips, exposing herself even more.
She looks fucking obscene, near naked, and laid out for me to take what I want. And fuck if that doesn't just wind me up quicker.
“Get on your hands and knees.” I pull out and flip her. My fingers snap her bra clasp and let it fall free, and I lean around to squeeze her nipple. I’m going to enjoy torturing those another time. Maybe see if I can make her come with my tongue playing with them. But then I remember, this is a one-time thing. Fucking stupid.
I grip her hips and yank them back and kneel up behind her. This time, I shove straight in, confident that she’ll take me in one go. Her muffled moan is my reward, and I slam back in again.
“The louder you moan, the harder I’ll fuck.”
“Oh, god. Yes!” I watch her hands dig into the covers as she arches her back further, allowing me to go deeper still.
“Fuck,” I murmur, as my fingers tighten on her flesh.
I breathe out each time we move to ensure Ivy’s jolted forward, harder and harder. Her moans and pleads grow needy and desperate, spurring me on.
“Harder, Blake. Make me come. Make me come.”
The claps of our skin striking against each other with every move sound quicker and louder, as I pull Ivy further back against me.
“More… Yes, yes… Fuck,” Ivy screams, as her body contracts and stutters, her orgasm tearing through her.
I let go of the breath I'm fighting and ram into her again and again until the red-hot climax floods through me. My teeth clench together, and I pull Ivy’s body close to me. She’s gone limp from her own orgasm, and I strain to hold her as my cock pulses inside her pussy.
Fucking hell.
I know sex can be explosive, but a lot of the time, it just serves a purpose. Sex with Ivy? Fucking dynamite. Add in that she isn’t afraid to tell me what she's enjoying, and my world's just detonated.
My grip on her eventually lessens, and she slides away. I do my business with the condom and lie down beside where she’s collapsed. Grabbing the end of the sheet, I tug it and pull it over us, and she readjusts to lie on her back—a smile on her face.
She lets out a satisfied purr, but no sooner have I enjoyed what that sound’s done for my ego, she’s whipped the sheet off and is walking to the bathroom.
A couple of minutes later she stalks around the room to the first item of her scattered clothing. My eyes keep track, admiring the view as she goes about collecting her clothes. She looks pretty damn good in them, but hell, her pert breasts and firm arse have my cock hungry for round two.
“Not staying for seconds?” I admit,I'm a little disappointed.
“I think we’ve had plenty of fun.”
“I didn’t realise there was a limit on how much or how many times we were going to have fun tonight.” She looks back at me, her eyebrow raised. “Alright, when are you leaving? And I mean the country, not my room.”
“Tomorrow.”
“And you’re off chasing another story?”
“Something like that,” she says, shrugging into her jeans.
I’ve come to know that Ivy doesn’t give up information easily. “Have you got anything from this trip? Will you follow up with the Asif story?” I press. In part I want to know if she’s going to do something else just as fucking reckless.
“Not while I’m here. It’s too risky. Although, a certain British photographer might have captured my interest.” She turns and offers me a sexy smile that won’t entice me to fall into her trap despite its appeal. “Anything to spill?”
“There’s no story here, Ivy. Trust me.”
“Oh, I don’t think that’s the whole truth.”
