She melts into me, her fingers tightening in my hair, and any remaining restraint I had left is gone.
I don’t hold back anymore. I thrust into her with all my need. My cock is hard, painfully hard… but it's good pain.
I let my hands roam, let my mouth explore, learning every sound she makes, every gasp, every shiver. I want to memorise her—how she reacts, how she moves, how she falls apart beneath me.
We move faster and I am sure I can’t hold on any longer. My fingers find her clit again and when I start circling it, she digs her fingernails into my back.
“This feels so good, Theo. Don’t stop. Don’t bloody stop,” she demands. Not even the end of the world could get me to stop. Here, now, this is why I knew we needed a second chance. We are perfect as friends and we are even better as lovers.
Ivy's body is warm and yielding, her hands roaming over my skin, pulling me closer, urging me deeper. And God, she feels incredible.
I press my forehead against hers, swallowing hard, trying to ground myself, but it’s impossible. Every breath, every sigh, every quiet sound she makes drives me closer to the edge.
Her fingers tighten in my hair, and I groan, my grip on her waist firming.
“Ivy,” I murmur, voice rough, desperate.
She tilts her head, brushing her lips against mine in the softest, laziest kiss—like she’s savouring this, like she’s savouring me.
It undoes me completely.
I shift, angling myself just right, and Ivy lets out a sharp gasp, her back arching.
Fuck.
I press my lips to her shoulder, my breathing uneven. Ivy calls out and I can feel her pussy fluttering around me as her orgasm hits. That’s enough to set me off as well. For a moment I see stars and I stop breathing before I half collapse on top of her, mumbling her name like it’s a prayer.
Nothing will ever feel this good. Nothing will ever feel this right.
Neither of us moves for a while. I rest my forehead against her collarbone, still catching my breath. I half-expect her to shift, to pull away, to crack some joke to ease the intensity of what just happened.
But she doesn’t.
Instead, she lets out a soft, satisfied hum, running her fingers lazily through my hair, her nails scraping gently against my scalp.
My eyes flutter shut.
I could stay like this forever. But I can’t. I roll off her to take care of the condom, still trying to catch my breath.
After a moment, I shift onto my side, pulling her with me, not wanting to lose the warmth of her. She comes easily, tucking herself against my chest, her leg sliding over mine, her skin still flushed and warm.
I press a kiss to the top of her head, and she sighs, her breath fanning against my skin.
“That,” she murmurs, voice thick with sleep, “was worth boxing up the gnomes for.”
A low chuckle rumbles through me. “High praise.”
She lifts her head slightly, meeting my gaze. “You’re still thinking about it.”
I blink, caught off guard. “Thinking about what?”
She smiles, small but knowing. “This. Us.”
I exhale, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Yeah,” I admit, voice quieter. “I am. Glad I asked for a second chance?”
Ivy studies me for a moment, her fingers absently tracing along my chest. “More than glad.”
Then she leans in, pressing a kiss just above my heart before settling back down.
