Lust(46)

When my hands moved to the tops of her bare thighs, she froze and I  pulled my lips away from hers. I knew it would take time until she would  be able to go from start to finish without freezing up and when that  time would come, I'd celebrate it. But until then, I'd have to harness  my patience and play by her rules, pushing only when needed.

"I don't know what I'm doing," she admitted in a slightly humorous whisper.

I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face when I realized she  hadn't stilled out of fear but out of inexperience. I'd help with that.  I leaned back against my pillows, keeping her sitting on my legs in  front of me with my hands steady on her thighs. "Just go with it. Do  what you feel is right. Don't think too much about it Ivy, and let your  instincts take over."

Her hands softly began to work their way from my stomach to my chest  with her fingers fanned out as if she wanted to touch every inch of me.  No one had ever touched me so gently before, and it wasn't something I  ever thought I'd like, but what she was doing to me had my insides  rolling and my dick swelling. Chills broke out across my flesh and the  nerve endings at the base of my spine began to burn, sending a searing  hot pressure to my balls and the base of my dick. I knew I had told her  to do what she felt was right, but if she kept up with the torture she  was putting me through, I would have to take control and do what I felt  was right.

"Ivy," I said on a groan as I tilted my pelvis up slightly. "If you keep doing that, we won't make it to the sex part."

She leaned down, pulling her lips as close to my ear as she could, and  whispered, "I can't fuck you through your underwear. You're good …  but  not that good." She giggled as she repeated my words to her from the  week before. It was sexy as hell.

I grabbed a hold of her ass cheeks and pulled her naked body against  mine, thrusting my covered cock into her bare pussy. Her nipples were  hard pebbles pressing into my chest, begging to be bitten. But I  wouldn't do that to her, unless she wanted me to. This was her moment to  heal me, and I had to let her do it; I just wouldn't last on her  timeline.

"Then you're either going to have to move or take them off yourself," I challenged her.

She moved in order for me to take my boxers off …  much like I thought she  would. In time, I knew I would have her pulling my boxers down with her  teeth just before cupping my balls in her hand and licking the tip of  my cock. I knew that if I gave her time, she would open up and do all of  the things she wanted to. The fact that she came into my room naked  with the intent of having sex with me proved that.

I threw my boxers on the floor next to me, not caring where they landed,  and laid back down and waited for her to come to me. I watched as she  timidly moved back over me, situating herself with her legs on either  side of my hips. She held herself up with her hands on my chest and  stared at me, unmoving. For the first time in my life, I found myself in  awe of a woman. I found myself concerned with her insecurity and didn't  feel the irritated feeling to correct it. Instead, I found the patient  need to wait it out until she felt that she was confident enough.

My fingers found their way to her heat, pressing into her to test her  readiness. I urged her on with my fingers and it didn't take long before  she was soaking my fingers, riding my hand. I knew then that she was  ready and pulled my hand away, positioned her over my hard dick, and  waited for her to make the next move. I wouldn't lower her on me no  matter how much I wanted-needed-to. It would be so easy to grind her  hips down on me but I fought the urge to do so. I was going to wait for  her to make the decision and do it all on her own.

Three breaths …  that's how long it took before she sank down on me,  wrapping her warmth around me. Every single breath felt like an  eternity. Slowly, she pushed all the way down until she had me filling  her completely. The sounds that passed her lips, coupled with the tight  grip her pussy had on my dick had me ready to come right then and there.  I was a man that prided himself on his stamina, yet Ivy had a way of  taking that away in a matter of seconds. Lasting five minutes would be a  miracle when it came to satisfying her. She held the ability to  completely unravel my composure.

After a single heartbeat, she began to move on me. That's how long it  took her. It was rigid at first until I gripped her hips and helped her  find her rhythm. It was slow and torturous, killing me with each long  pull and then reviving me with each long push.         

     



 

She was too far away from me and I needed her closer so I laid a flat  hand on her lower back and pulled her body into mine. She lost her pace  for a moment and then found it again. The change in position pushed me  deeper into her and I could tell she enjoyed it by the change in her  breathing.

"Are you okay?" she asked, pulling up a bit, and then looking me straight in the eyes as she rode me.

I smiled and nodded. "I'd be even better if you talked to me."

I heard her giggle softly, feeling it reverberate off the inside of my  chest. "I don't know how to talk dirty, Cade. I don't know what I'm  supposed to be doing here." She was whispering and sounded slightly out  of breath. I was unsure if it was because of nerves or what we were  doing. But it was too slow to have overexerted her, so I had to assume  it was nerves or being turned on. "I can't say to you what the girls in  the books say. That would be too embarrassing."

"Then don't. Say anything you want. Do anything you want. There is no  wrong way, Ivy …  only what feels right." I grabbed the back of her head  and took her mouth roughly with mine for a moment. "I don't want you to  give me things you've read about. I only want you to give me what you  feel."

Her already slow movements slowed even more as she pushed away slightly  and looked at me with a serious expression. "Okay. If you want to hear  me talk dirty using my own words, then here it goes." She took a deep  breath as if readying herself for something shocking. "No one has ever  looked at me the way you do. No one has ever heard me the way you do.  And no one has ever touched me the way you do." She stopped moving  completely and lowered her head again, bringing her lips just close  enough to brush them against mine. I literally breathed in her next  words and they quickly became part of me. "So own me, Cade."

My head lifted off the pillow as I kissed her forcefully, flipping her  over at the same time. I never took my lips from hers nor did I remove  my dick from her warmth. But I stayed still, unmoving inside of her. I  finally pulled my mouth away as I supported myself over her body and  looked down at her. She was absolute fucking perfection-my perfection.  Our heavy breaths lingered between us as we lay still, silent, and  observant.

"Is that what you want?" I asked, giving her one more chance to change her mind.

She nodded shyly but kept her eyes focused on mine intently.

I turned my head and sucked her neck hard, making sure to leave a mark  that would remind her of this moment every time she looked in the mirror  for days. I needed to mark her-brand her-as mine. If she wanted me to  own her, I would own the fuck out of her. My lips moved down her neck,  scraping her collarbone along the way and growing harder with every gasp  and moan she released into the quiet air around us. I gave one hard  thrust, burying myself in her deep. Even when I was as far into her as I  could get, I continued to push, further and further in some sort of  desperation I had never felt before.

I began to move further down her body and slowly pulled out of her,  regretting it immediately once the hiss escaped her lips. My mouth found  her hardened nipple and I teased it first with my tongue, making sure  she felt it clear to her toes. The moment she began to writhe beneath  me, I pinched it between my teeth, earning a gasping scream from Ivy. I  smiled and moved over to the other side, making sure she'd feel me  everywhere in the morning.

"Please … " she began to bed softly, as if too embarrassed to ask any louder but unable to stay silent. "Please, Cade."

"What do you want?" I needed to hear her say it. "What do you want me to do?"

"Own me." It was said with a mixture of pleading, desperation, and want.  And that was all I needed to hear. It was more than I needed to hear.

I sat back on my haunches and grabbed her hipbones roughly, flipping her  over to her stomach, and quickly settling back between her legs. I  flattened my chest to her back, pressing her into the mattress as I  pushed one arm beneath her stomach to gain some leverage. In one quick  thrust, her heat enveloped me again. She must have liked this position  because she couldn't keep quiet, letting out soft whimpers and moans,  panting and fisting the pillow next to her.

I reached my other arm under her armpit and across her body, grabbing  the back of her turned head. I threaded her hair through my fingers,  pulling it tight so that she had to look at me over her shoulder. With  my face in front of hers, I began to nibble on her ear, coercing more  eager noises from her. I couldn't get enough of her as I pounded roughly  and archaically into her. It was as if I couldn't get deep enough,  couldn't get close enough to her.