The thick erection he sported had me clenching my thighs together as need overtook me. Sweat bloomed over my body and we hadn’t even had sex yet. The force of his breathing brushed across my face, ruffling the tendrils of my hair in a soft caress. His chest rose and fell quick and hard, and the pulse at the base of his throat beat wildly. Was my need just as evident as his?
I lifted my hands and placed them on his hard, defined abdomen, felt the muscles contract under my palm, as if that small touch affected him so much. I moved my hand over the rolling hills of his six-pack and up his chest, his skin warm, firm. And then my palm was right over his heart. The beat was strong and steady.
“Your touch…” He didn’t finish what he said as he groaned.
I leaned into him, felt the heat from his body seep into mine, and closed my eyes. I just absorbed it all. It felt good to feel his warmth with nothing between us. It felt incredible to actually be in this situation after thinking about it—wanting it—for so long.
“Look at me,” he said softly.
When I opened my eyes and looked into his face, I saw love, lust, and a fierceness reflected back at me. “Be with me,” I breathed out. “Be my first, Matthew.”
“I’m going to be your only, Ivy.”
As much as I wanted to stay in this moment, reality crept in. “This will cause problems. My dad, the town. Everyone.” Although I wouldn’t stop this for any of that.
“Right now, let’s focus on us, not all the shit we’ll deal with after the fact.” He kissed me softly. “Besides, talking about Stephan right now is a mood killer.” He chuckled softly and I did the same.
“Sorry,” I said with a smile.
“Never be sorry, least of all to me.”
The heavy weight of him against me had everything else fading away.
“I love you,” I said softly.
“And I love you.” His tone was harsh, gruff. “Now let me finally claim the only woman who has ever had my heart.”
15
Matthew
I tried to act like I had my shit together, that I wasn’t nervous, but the truth was I was scared as hell. And that was something that didn’t happen to me. I didn’t fear shit, didn’t worry about anything. But with Ivy, I felt like I had the weight of the world on my shoulders.
I stared down at her, took in the sight of her flawless body, felt drunk as I saw the way she stared at me. She looked up as if I had all the answers in the world, as if I’d never let anything happen to her.
And I wouldn’t. Never.
My breathing was harsh, erratic. I was hard, stiffer than I’d ever fucking been in my entire life. I knew I shouldn’t be touching her, should have more fucking control. But Ivy was my addiction, and I had no intention of breaking the habit.
I stared down at her breasts, the globes a perfect handful, her nipples hard and a dark shade of pink. I reached out and cupped one large breast. My cock jerked and my balls drew up tight. The image of opening her thighs so I could see her sweet, soaked virgin pussy slammed into me.
“How ready are you, baby?”
She didn’t answer for a long moment, but I could see the ecstasy written across her face.
“So ready,” Ivy finally said. She reached out and curled her nails into my biceps and I got into a better position between her thighs, feeling the hot, wet center of her body, and hissing out from the contact.
“Christ,” I said on a guttural groan.
The room was so fucking hot, but my desire for Ivy was hotter.
“No more waiting.”
I looked into her eyes and nodded. Yeah, we’d done enough of that. I positioned myself at her entrance, my hand wrapped around the base of my dick, my throat dry and my head fuzzy. I swore time stood still. And then I was pushing into her, breaking through her hymen, burying myself to the hilt inside of her. My balls pressed against her ass, and a gust of air left me.
God.
I didn’t move, just stayed still as I smoothed my hand over one of her breasts, cupping the mound, and strumming my thumb over the stiff peak.
Maybe coming into her room, giving in to my desire, had been the wrong fucking move, but I couldn’t have stopped myself if a gun had been pointed at my head. So here I was, touching Ivy, my step-brother’s daughter, and a woman far too young for me. But I fucking loved her.
I’d do anything for her, even risk my relationship with Stephan for the promise of being with her.
I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of having her close. Wrapping my arms around her shoulders, I held her tightly and rested my chin on the crown of her head, my cock still buried deep in her body. I felt her pussy walls flutter around my length, but wanted to give her time to get accustomed to me, to my girth.