I wasn’t a small man, and my dick was no different. She was tiny compared to me.
Burying my face in her hair, I inhaled deeply. She smelled good, like the beach, warm and bright, fresh with a hint of salt from the sweat that now covered her body.
I needed to be gentle with her, to show Ivy she meant the world to me. I could say that all I wanted, but showing her with my body was an entirely different game altogether. And no matter how wrong people might see being with her, She. Was. Mine.
I pulled back, but instantly leaned down and kissed her soft and slow. With her nails lightly digging into my skin, I was seconds away from letting the beast free and fucking the hell out of her.
Easy.
Slow.
Gentle.
I repeated those words in my head over and over again.
Moving my hand behind her head, I cupped her nape and kept her stationed so I could really kiss her. She moaned and I moved my tongue faster and harder against hers. My body screamed for more, to be rougher, harder, but I fought those urges because right now I needed to show her that I could be gentle when it came to her.
When I pulled back to look down at where we were connected, everything in me froze. Her pussy was stretched wide around my cock, glossy and pink … all mine. The thatch of trimmed hair that covered the top of her mound had my mouth watering, my cock feeling like it got thicker in her. The sight of her bare pussy lips had my balls drawing up tight, the need to fill her with my cum running strong.
I still had yet to move within her, and instead smoothed my hands along her inner thighs. For a suspended moment, I did nothing but stare at where we were connected, unable to tear my gaze from the sight. A tightening started at the base of my spine the longer I gazed at her pussy.
“Matthew,” she whispered. “Please,” she begged.
I needed to make this good for her. “Look at me, Ivy.” My voice was hard and serrated. And when she looked at me, we didn’t speak, didn’t even breathe for long seconds.
I leaned back slightly, bracing one hand on the mattress and slid my other hand up her body and stopping right below one of her breasts. I could feel how fast and hard her heart was beating, how worked up she was.
And then I pulled all the way out, hearing her gasp, but before she could complain, I had my face between her thighs and my mouth on her pussy. I ran my tongue along her slit and up to her clit. She tasted sweet and slightly musky, was soft beneath my lips, and I felt this string in me draw tight before snapping in half. There was the light coppery taste along my tongue, and I knew it was her virgin blood.
That got me hotter than anything else ever had.
I started licking and sucking at her, wrapped my lips around her clit until she was pulling at my hair and moaning for more. Ivy rotated her hips back and forth, thrust her pussy firmly against my mouth, and I hummed in pleasure.
“I want you to come all over my face, baby,” I grumbled against her soaked flesh.
The feeling of her tightening her hold in my hair and the hitch in her breath told me she was already so close.
So I sucked on her clit with more fervor, then dragged my tongue down her cleft to gently probe the muscle into her tight little opening.
I felt her explode around my tongue.
Taking my thumb to her clit, I rubbed the bud back and forth, drawing out her pleasure.
“Matthew. I need you back inside of me.” Her voice was soft, a pleading note in it. “Please,” she whispered.
Fuck. She was my undoing.
I caressed her in gentle sweeps of my fingers, mouth, and tongue, until goosebumps formed along her skin. “Every part of you is mine.” I moved up her body once more and took her mouth again, and got lost in everything that was Ivy.
“I love you.”
I grunted and gripped her chin in a soft hold, waiting until she stared into my eyes. “You were always meant to be mine. I love you, too.”
“I’m yours, Matthew.”
And then I kissed her hard, possessively. I was about to show her that she was mine.
16
Ivy
This was really happening. No going back now.
His big body rested against mine, pressing me into the mattress and sending an erotic sensation coursing through me.
I felt stretched, full. The discomfort was immense, but having Matthew with me, knowing it was him deep inside of my pussy, made the pain vanish until all I felt was pleasure.
“I want to be gentle with you this first time,” Matthew murmured against my throat, and I loved how his stubble scraped along my skin. He was so big and heavy as he pressed his chest down on mine. Warm, masculine flesh molded into me, making the sweet anticipation of release just a reach away.