Hell, what a fucking night. What was she thinking, taking me to that club? I chuckle and roll to look at her, blown away by the whole fucking evening’s activities. Guess I’m starting to see this is just who Ivy is. A whirlwind of action, and you better take cover if you don’t want to get swept up by her. And right now, that’s fine by me.
After so long on my own, or only thinking about the next job, it’s good to let off steam—especially if the woman you've found has got a sexy-as-sin devilish side—like Ivy.
I free my arm, but she stirs, turning over and sighing before settling back to sleep. I shove the covers down and let the air of the apartment cool me down, but in doing so, I also expose the curves of her hip and waist. Both a temptation too much considering I know how fucking good it feels to be inside her. Thank fuck she let me know she's on contraception because I'm all out of care for condoms.
I run my hand over her hip and down her leg, positioning my body up against hers. My cock is already hard and eager. She hums a sleepy sigh, and my hand slips lower between her thighs.
Last night was intense—hell, everything about Ivy is intense—so this is an opportunity to slow things down. I kiss her neck and run my finger through her folds, shocked at how hot and wet she already is. Without words, she pulls her knee higher, giving me the invitation I want. With my cock in hand, I line up and push inside her from behind.
“Hmmm, I could get used to this," she murmurs, her eyes still closed, but her hips waking up and moving with mine.
“I said I wanted my fill.”
“And you’ve not disappointed.” She twists her head to look at me over her shoulder. Sleepy eyes, but full of mischief. My intent for slow and lazy is shot. She’s like a fucking adrenalin shot. I grip her hip and pull her back into me, forcing my cock deeper. We both moan, and my body picks up the tempo.
“Mmm, yes.” Ivy’s encouragement only raises the stakes, so my fingers slip to find her clit, working her up into a frenzy. Her body grinds back into me, her back arching, and all I want to do is pound against her arse.
“Fuck, Ivy.”
“Yes … More …” She splits her legs wider so I can play with her clit and fuck her.
My orgasm smashes through me the second I feel her pussy contract around my dick, squeezing me and tipping me over the edge.
Fucking bliss.
We both lay panting, too spent to move, but content.
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A blaring noise startles me and makes Ivy bolt up before she can locate the offending noise.
“Sorry, sorry.” She reaches for her phone and silences it.
“Thank fuck. What was that?” I’m now fully awake.
“I’m late, we must have slept in, and you, Mr, distracted me.”
“No, we couldn’t have. It’s Saturday. I’m sure of it.”
“Well, sorry to rain on your plans, but some of us have places to be.” She springs from the bed and heads to the bathroom.
I prop myself up in bed, watching her glorious backside travel away from me. She might need an hour to get showered and dressed, but I’m confident it’ll only take me a few minutes to be ready to leave well before her. But surprisingly, she strides out of the bathroom within five minutes, her blonde hair pulled up into a bun with tendrils still framing her face.
She looks wide awake and ready to take on anyone or anything, especially considering the freshly showered skin naked and on display for me.
“Can I get you a coffee on the way out?” I offer. We didn’t spend much time talking last night or in the early hours.
“Rain check?” She moves around, grabbing items from her wardrobe. “And don’t worry about leaving with me. Take a shower and help yourself to the kitchen. There’s coffee and whatever you started cooking last night,” she says, wiggling her eyebrows at me suggestively. We abandoned the toasted sandwiches in favour of more sex.
I jump out of bed and stalk over to where she's starting to pull jeans on. “I can’t tempt you to take some more time in the shower with me?” Because right now, with the blue, satin underwear she's showing me, my cock is ready to take her all over again.
“Oh, you have no idea how tempting that sounds. Maybe we can do shower sex next time?” I like the sound of that. I grab her shoulders, keeping her still and lean down, kissing her deeply. The little purr from the back of her throat never gets old, and I push my body up against hers, reminding her just what she’s missing out on.
“Well, that’s some goodbye.” I grin. She giggles and clears her throat, pulling away to slip her arms inside a T-shirt. “Just shut the door on your way out. I’m serious about you taking a shower. It will give me something to daydream over.” Her smile lights up her face, and I can’t help the responding gesture.
And with that, she turns and leaves.
Fuck!
