“Now it’s too good for me,” he whispered. His lips, however, hovered over mine as his fingers brought down the small strap of my nightgown until it no longer covered my right breast. Taking the knife and the jelly, he smeared it over my nipple, causing me to jump slightly when the blade touched my skin. Dropping the knife back on the tray, he grabbed my breast tightly, squeezing it before his head dropped down and licked the jelly from my nipple. My mouth parted as I took hold of his hair, closing my eyes, leaning in more to him as he kissed and sucked and bit my nipple and breast.
He kissed and sucked up my chest, to my neck. “Oh…” I moaned, licking my lips. He kissed all the way up to my lips and only broke away to rest his forehead on mine.
“Now it’s priceless,” he whispered, bringing his hand up to stroke my cheek.
“I want it priceless for me too,” I whispered back, undoing his towel, reaching in to stroke his cock, feeling as it got hard and stood proud in my hands.
“Umm….” He closed his eyes and took the very same knife, dipped it in the same jelly and slowly ran it up the length of him, and then once more over the thick vein, begging for me to run my tongue across it, and who was I to deny it. Bending down, I licked him like he was ice cream on my spoon, candy made only for me. I sucked so forcefully on the side of his dick, he cried out, placing his fingers in my hair.
“Ethan, you…you taste so good.” I licked the tip of his cock before taking him into my mouth. My body bent over as I took as much of him into my mouth as I could.
“Fuck…ahh…Ivy…” He hissed.
I smiled. I loved when he lost his composure like this. Lifting my head back up, I licked the tip of him once more and said, “Yes, baby?”
His eyes snapped open, lust shining through. He didn’t say anything. Instead, he reached for my leg and pulled it and me over, lying on his chest…backward.
“I didn’t realize you were as hungry as me…baby,” he said, lying back on the bed, my ass and pussy completely exposed to him. He gripped my thigh with one hand and used two of his fingers to spread the lips of pussy for him to eat—
“Oh…my…Ethan. Ahh!” I gasped, my body trembled as his tongue tickled my clit. Unable to stop myself, I rocked my hips into his mouth, my eyelids feeling heavier as my body temp rose.
“Eat, baby,” he said, and feeling his lips vibrate against me as he spoke was almost too much for me.
“Yes.” Was all I could say before taking him back into my mouth, my hands caressing his balls, both of us moaning against each other.
Yes!
God, yes!
More!
I wanted more of him.
I wanted all of him.
I never wanted this to end.
ETHAN
Fuck. Why was she so damn beautiful?
Her moans were intoxicating.
The way she looked while being fucked, a thin layer of sweat on her white skin causing her blond hair to stick to her body, was divine.
I wanted to lose track of time kissing every part of her body. I wanted to see how many ways I could make her legs weak.
“Ethan...ah…please…oh…” she cried out, her palms so sweaty she was starting to slide on the kitchen floor…
The kitchen? Why are we in the kitchen?
Right. We’d come to get more food, but she had to tempt me with that cute small robe of hers. Which didn’t cover her ass when she bent over to get something from the fridge. Which led to this. Her on all fours and trying to stay that way as I rammed myself into her ass. Sweat rolled down my face, off my chin and onto her back with each thrust forward.
“I can’t—” Her hands slid and she went down, her breasts on the tiled floor, but I couldn’t stop. No, I needed her to scream out more. I wanted to be in her more, much more. So I sat up on my knees more and pulled her hips to me, holding them in place with my arm as I leaned on top of her, chest on her back.
“Ethan.” She drooled, lost in her sexual daze. “So good.” She kissed my chin, until her mouth got to my lips, and from there, our tongues roamed each other’s mouth.
“You are mine,” I said when we broke away, my hands wrapping around her neck. “Always…say it.”
“I’m…” She tried to close her eyes, trembling as I slammed into her ass.
“Say it.”
“I’m…yours…”
I pulled out slightly, trembling with her before thrusting back in, swallowing the saliva in my mouth to ask her, “For…how long? For how long are you mine?”
“Always,” she muttered.
“Louder!”
“I’m yours always!”
“Whose?” My grip tightened on her, my pace quickening.
“YOURS!” she screamed out and once she screamed she gave into the pleasure, the lust, the wildness in herself and kept screaming. “I’m yours! I’m yours, Ethan Callahan! Oh, fuck…yes...baby, yes! OH! ETHAN!”
She cried as she came forcefully, her legs bucking, taking me with her as she collapsed. Bracing myself onto my elbows, I kissed the side of her sweaty cheek.
“Never forget that,” I whispered into her, slowly calming down as I too was at my limit. “Never forget you belong to me and me alone. I’ve waited for only you, Ivy, dreamed only of you, and now that I have you, I’m going to fuck you like this until…ugh…until I figure what the hell you’ve done to me. UH!” I grunted, gripping her waist as I came deep inside her.
I held myself up on my hands on either side of her.
I closed my eyes, trying to both breathe and calm myself down.
I don’t know how long we both stayed like that, naked, sweaty, pressed together, breathing heavily, and I didn’t care.
It was only when I found the will and the strength to move again did I slowly push myself up and gently pulled out of her, both of us covered in each other. On my feet, the world felt like it was spinning for a moment, before I felt upright. Moving to the open fridge I’d pulled her from, I reached for the milk and drank it from the bottle, bracing myself against the kitchen counter when I was done.
“Ethan.”
Her voice was so soft I thought I’d imagined it.
Turning to face her, she’d rolled over onto her back, her hand over her eyes, and I didn’t realize why until she spoke. “Ummm…fuck…I mean…I…whatever I did…whatever I’ve done…don’t figure it out.”
She was crying.
Not sobbing.
Just tears flowing out of her eyes.
“Why are you covering your face?”
“Because my eyes are leaking and they shouldn’t be!” she shouted in frustration. “I should cry when I’m sad. Now this wasn’t sad…this was the best…I’ve never felt like that before.”
Putting the milk down, I walked back over to her and even when I picked her up into my arms she wouldn’t let me see her face, even though I could feel her tears on my chest.
“Say it,” she whispered.
“What?”
“Say you’ll never try to find out why me?”
“I’ll never question why I fell for you.”
TWENTY-TWO
“Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself.”
~ J.K. Rowling
SEVEN DAYS LATER
IVY
“Twenty more dead as of this morning. City council members and doctors are warning that many more will die due to the flood of miscellaneous drugs being distributed in heroin. Dr. Rioja, head trauma surgeon of Boston Medical, says that over the last week they’ve seen more deaths due to heroin overdose than in the last eighteen months—”
Switching the station and lowering the volume, Ethan leaned back into his seat, speeding up as the light changed.
“Do you want to get anything to eat on our way?”
“On our way where?”