Page 18 of Just The Sex

Scene 17

The first time

Krane & Ivy

Scooting closer to Ivy, I pull her body against mine, but she stiffens—the affection from yesterday has vanished. Like everything else in my life, I’ve fucked this up too. “I’m sorry,” I tell her, like an apology is really going to make a difference. It’s a little too late for that now.

“Me too,” she says.

Holding her in my arms feels so right; that’s how I know that I did what I had to. I need her, this connection. I can’t be without it.

“Is it because I’m not Zoë?” she asks me. Her question immediately catches me off guard.

What the fuck is going through her mind?

“God, no, Ivy. Why would you ask me that?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Letting out a deep sigh, I contemplate how to answer this. “In a way, it is because you aren’t her. You’re the exact opposite. Yes, we’ve bonded over losing her, but when I am with you, it’s one of the only times that my mind is completely clear of the turmoil that I have faced. I don’t want to lose that. This last week apart was horrible. I drank worse than I ever have and I wasn’t myself. I’ve made a lot of mistakes in life, especially since I lost Zoë and I’m scared that if we push things too fast and do something that neither of us can take back or one of us regrets, it’ll be our demise. Then, I don’t know what I’ll do.”

“So is that what sleeping with me will be, just a regret?”

Flipping her onto her back, I cradle her face gently in my palms. “A regret is the last thing in this world that you are. You’re the only bit of light that I have left.”

Scrunching my eyebrows together, I lean down and crash my lips against hers. She accepts my kisses, and yet again the closeness puts my body into overdrive. Everything that has been asleep for so long awakens, Ivy stimulates me on a different level than anyone else. The thought of being with her for the first time has my heart pounding, and I actually feel safe letting my guard down. Reaching under her t-shirt I slide my hand up her hot body and grip hard on her tit, causing her to cry out. She parts her legs and I scoot on top of her. Our tongues are a jumbled mess. Mixing and weaving together, every stroke sends a jolt of ecstasy to the tip of my dick.

Our bodies line up and I push my hard dick against her. Her wet panties make my cock drip for her. “Is this what you want?” I ask ripping the covers off the bed and looking down at us.

“Yes.”

I push her shirt up, letting her flawless tits free, admiring their beauty. Then as I take my lips and wrap them around one of her nipples, she runs her fingernails up my back and I slow down, taking my time teasing her. If we are going to do this, we’re doing it my way. She moans again and I tell her, “Let me hear what I do to you.”

She whines louder and I pull away, bracing my weight above her. My cock is throbbing for her and I press the head of my shaft against her. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you!”

God, she turns me on.

Even with some clothing separating us, I know being inside of her will be the best feeling in the entire world. Grinding my dick along her clit I say, “Tell me nothing will change.”

“You know it won’t.”

“Tell me!” I growl.

“Nothing will change, Krane.”

Moving my body next to hers, I kiss her neck and snake my hand inside of her panties.

Christ, she’s fucking wet.

Her smooth pussy excites me. Needing to see it, I remove her underwear and stare down at her soft, white skin. Running my eyes up her body, her t-shirt is pulled above her tits and from there down she is bare. Running my thumb back and forth over her clit, she keeps her eyes on me. Trailing them all over my tattooed body.

She runs a hand down my side and tugs on my boxers. “Take these off.”

I don’t like letting go of her, but freeing my cock is invigorating. Sitting up she grabs my dick, stroking it, and by the way she touches me I know this will be an incredible orgasm. I watch her eyes as her lips mold around the end of my shaft and then slowly descend down it. Being in this moment with Ivy makes everything worth it.

I hold her hair out of the way so I can see her lips, so stretched and moist as she sucks me. Each movement is met with the twist of her grip, and after this, I’ll never have another woman’s lips on me. My balls are tight as I ask her, “Do you want my cum?”

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