Page 104 of Clint & Ivy
CLINT
Iwasn’t expectingIvy to be at the condo when I arrived. Her plans were to hang out at my parents’ place after lunch with Lula. I figured I’d come home, clean up, and take Hanzee to pick up Ivy. Instead, she was acting strangely at home.
I assumed something went wrong during the meeting. She hadn’t texted me about any issues, but she rarely messaged anyone.
As soon as I walked out of my bathroom, I realized I had completely misread what was happening when I arrived home.
Ivy was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen as she knelt buck naked on my bed. Her hair was away from her throat, revealing her sweet tits. The pale pink scar was jarring to see. I hated to think of her tiny body once so close to death. My mind swam with worries over her current health.
Inhaling sharply, I refused to ruin this moment. Ivy was sharing herself with me. She’d clearly been pumping herself up for this moment. If I loved her, I needed to put aside my fears and focus on her hopes.
“My turn,” I said, dropping the towel and winning a wide-eyed gape from Ivy.
“I love you,” she said in a whispery voice.
Crawling on the bed, I cupped her beautiful face and smiled at the woman who already owned my every thought.
I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and kissed her. Leaning her back on the bed, I sucked softly at her tongue. Ivy moaned into my mouth. Her hands slid across my shoulders and down my arms. I sensed she might push me away.
When I hesitated, Ivy murmured, “I’m nervous, not scared.”
My lips returned to hers before trailing down her chin to her soft throat. Ivy sighed with pleasure. I kissed her chest, lingering on her nipples and the pale scar. Ivy’s sighs encouraged me to continue. I sucked at each nipple. The flesh hardened under my tongue’s teasing.
No longer limp on the bed, Ivy stroked my head and murmured my name. My hand slid between her legs, finding her surprisingly wet.
“I’ve been thinking about you for hours,” Ivy murmured when I sucked her juices from my finger.
Smiling at the lustful hum to her voice, I sucked at her right nipple and stroked her clit. Ivy was very close to an orgasm. Her body was always so sensitive to stimuli.
Ivy cupped my jaw and kissed me. “I want to be on top,” she whispered once our lips parted. “I want you to see me when I give you pleasure.”
Resting on my back, I guided Ivy over me. She straddled my hips and leaned forward to kiss me. Her thumbs grazed my nipples before she kissed each one.
Ivy stroked my erection while her lips returned to mine. As the kiss ended, she glanced between us. Her gaze locked onto the sight of my hard cock in her hand. I could see the moment when she considered our size difference. Her gaze flashed to my face, asking an unspoken question.
“The entire thing doesn’t have to fit inside you,” I said, grinning at her wide-eyed hesitation. “Just enough to make us both feel good.”
Ivy’s confidence returned along with her smile. She rested her hands on my chest and lifted her hips.
“I’m going to need an assist here,” she said as lust made her eyes shine.
My cock ached for that relief only Ivy could provide now. I stroked the head against her clit, winning a startled moan from her. Ivy was beginning to seem a little nervous. I whispered her name, drawing her focus to my face rather than the flesh she would soon have inside her body.
I guided my cock between her folds. Her hot pussy opened for me. She was so wet inside, and the first inch of my cock disappeared quickly.
Despite Ivy’s moans of approval, I hesitated and let her adjust to the sensation. My free hand stroked her nipples, gently pinching them.
Ivy’s lust roared back to life. Her pussy welcomed more of my cock. I watched her face, never wanting to forget the expression she wore when I first claimed her. Ivy sighed when I filled her.
My hands moved to her hips, guiding her rhythm and speed. My balls ached for immediate relief. I struggled to hold on longer, yet her viselike pussy sucked hard at my cock. A battle took place between my need to last longer and her body's demand for me to submit.
Once Ivy rested her hands on my chest and moved without my guidance, I was able to cup her tits and enjoy how they bounced against my palms.
Ivy’s shiny blonde hair swung faster as her hips rolled rhythmically. No one would ever see her this way. I was a lucky man to watch Ivy take control of her desire.
Her orgasm was too much for me. I came hard, losing control and wrapping her in my arms. Our lips met, reassuring me.
