I should have just said something right away so we could have avoided this tension.
I shouldn’t have asked her to come over tonight.
I should have said, “It’s okay, Ivy. Nothing has to change. I’m still your bestie for the restie. Just friendship bracelets and Candy Land forever,” or whatever the fuck she needed to hear from me so that she wouldn’t be feeling whatever terrible things she’s feeling right now.
Will it break my fucking heart? Yes.
But it hurts just as bad seeing her in pain, and I’d rather us not both be miserable.
When the scene on the TV quickly turns sexual, Ivy begins to practically vibrate with discomfort, and I can’t take it anymore. I have to fix this.
Moving my arm from where it’s resting on the couch back behind her, I gently place my hand on her shoulder. I’m about ask her if she’s alright, if there is anything I can do, if she’d like to go home, when she turns her eyes to mine, and I’m struck dumb.
I was wrong.
Ivy isn’t distressed because of fear or nerves. She isn’t freaking out and regretting everything.
No.
Her cheeks are a rosy red, and the blue of her irises have been all but swallowed up by the black of her pupils.
She’s not apprehensive. She’s turned the fuck on.
I know she can see the shock and awe on my face when our gazes lock, and when she draws her plush bottom lip between her teeth, I have to hold back a groan. I know exactly how good those lips feel. I’m never going to forget it.
Ivy unclasps her hands from her lap, places one on my thigh, and slides the other up my chest without breaking eye contact.
“Kiss me?” she asks, her voice demanding yet unsure. I respond by crashing my lips down onto hers.
This kiss is different from the one last night in the storage room. Last night’s kiss was sweet, tentative. This one is carnal, fueled by raw need and years of repressed desire.
I move one hand to the back of her neck and grip her waist with the other. When she opens her mouth and bites my lower lip, my body shudders and I pull her in closer. My dick is throbbing in my sweats and all we’re doing is kissing. I open my mouth wider and caress her tongue with mine, and when she moans, my grip on my control slips.
Grabbing her thigh, without breaking our kiss, I drag Ivy’s leg over mine until she’s straddling my lap, the contact with my already hard dick making me release a deep groan. Ivy tugs on my hair and grinds her hips over me, moaning and nipping at my lips as she creates the delicious friction and, fuck, does she feel amazing. I run my hands up her thighs and back to her shoulders, caressing and grabbing and committing to memory every soft, perfect part of her body that I can reach. I slide one hand under her shirt and palm her breast through her bra, rubbing my thumb lightly over her peaked nipple and she arches into me.
My hands aren’t big enough or fast enough. I want to touch every part of her all at once. She feels so fucking good.
Our tongues glide and tangle, the kiss growing more heated and frenzied with every grind of her perfect body over my dick. I continue teasing her nipple with one hand and grip her ass with the other, pressing her body into mine. I meet each glide of her hips with a hard thrust from mine, and I swear if we move any faster, the friction from her leggings on my joggers will ignite flames. I can feel the heat from her pussy through our clothes. It’s making me crazy.
I want to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming. Ivy and I are dry humping on my living room couch like a damn pair of horny teenagers, and I fucking love it.
Ivy moans into my mouth and it takes all of my control not to flip her onto her back and fuck her senseless. The visual in my head makes my dick painfully hard, and I pinch her nipple, causing her to moan louder. I know if I slide my hand between us and palm her pussy that I’ll feel her arousal through her thin leggings, and suddenly that’s all I want.
“Are you wet, Ivy?” I rasp into her mouth. I move my lips to her ear and nip, whispering, “If I put my fingers on that pretty pussy, will I find it dripping for me?”
Ivy gasps, no doubt shocked by my filthy words, and I pull back to watch her face.
“Surprised?” I smirk.
She slows her movements and bites her lip, giving me a small nod.
“I’ve been repressing fantasies starring you for years, Ivy. Better get used to it, because I’m not planning to hold back.”
Her eyes flash with heat. “Don’t hold back,” she whispers. “Please don’t.”
Jesus Christ, this is literally all I’ve ever wanted.
I take my hand off her breast where it’s been massaging and teasing her nipple, and she whimpers at the loss of contact.