Page 123 of Clint & Ivy
IVY
Clint and I nappedfor two hours. Waking first, I admired the man who saved and loved me. This morning reminded me a little of the day the men showed up at the mansion. I’d felt so powerless. I could only follow the will of stronger people.
My thoughts returned to Uncle Dwight and our goodbye. I hadn’t truly felt the finality of that moment. My mind was solely focused on surviving.
“Why are you crying?” Clint asked as I wiped tears from my eyes.
“I was thinking about the day we met. How Uncle Dwight was so scared and tired. How clueless I felt. How lucky I was to meet you.”
Clint cuddled closer and stroked my head. “Today was not the norm.”
“I know.”
“But crazy shit can happen.”
“I’ve heard stories about the stuff Shay and Bebe went through. I don’t think I could have survived what they did.”
“I never want you to find out the answer to that question,” Clint said and kissed me.
I heard the worry in his tone. Clint had been on edge since he returned to the condo. Sensing I wasn’t the only one craving comfort, I deepened the kiss and stroked his chest.
Clint wrapped me tighter, seeming afraid of an unseen danger. As our kisses grew more frenzied, we worked to free ourselves from our clothes.
Even in the dimly lit condo, I could picture Clint’s every muscled curve, tattoo, and scar. I sucked at his throat. He teased my nipples. My fingers stroked his cock, already thick with anticipation.
Clint leaned me back, kissing my scar as if claiming the damaged flesh. His tongue bathed my nipples. They hardened under his affection. He sucked each one before his teeth gave them a playful nip.
I writhed under him. Clint knew how to set my body on fire. Even his most casual touch awakened lust inside me.
Clint’s fingers found me wet and ready. The head of his cock teased my clit, making me whimper.
“Don’t wait,” I moaned, nearly begging to come.
His cock spread my hot flesh. I inhaled sharply at the burn of my pussy opening for his erection. That hint of pain was already a familiar and welcome sensation, signaling Clint was claiming me, and pleasure was coming. Our bodies were built to find relief together.
Propped over me, Clint moved slowly and deeply. I dug my heels into the mattress and held onto his wrists through my first orgasm. I had barely caught my breath when the pleasure built to a second one.
My fingers stroked his hair before exploring his chest and teasing his nipples. I smiled at the way his chest rumbled under my fingertips when he moaned.
My pleasure began to build again. I felt too full. My skin prickled with sweat and anticipation. I reached between our bodies and stroked my clit and the base of his cock.
Clint’s jaw clenched. He couldn’t hold on any longer as my pussy tightened around his cock. My orgasm sent him over the edge. My name echoed deep in his chest as he said it again and again.
