“Oh, fuck, I’m coming too!” she cried out, surprised at what he was doing to her.
She saw a spurt of his semen shoot against her bare mound. And he groaned, shooting yet another rope of cum across her lower belly before plunging the engorged head of his cock just beneath the surface of her folds, stimulating her clit as she climaxed.
Her legs spread as if she’d relieved a jolt of electricity, and she yelled out in pleasure, but it could’ve passed for pain.
Cullen’s member gushed again, as he pushed it deeper into her now.
He went deeper and then withdrew completely, then crammed it back in again. “Damn, look at that,” he murmured. He did this again and again, while Ivy climaxed, crying out each time as he forced his way into her opening.
Finally, Cullen seemed to collapse. His entire body weight landed on her and he was kissing her again, slow and long.
She wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles and holding him so tightly against her, keeping him inside her.
They lay that way for a long, long time.
Drifting in and out.
Cullen Sharpe is in my bed.
Cullen Sharpe is in my head.
I can feel his breath on my cheek. His hand on my belly. One of his legs is wrapped across my body. I feel his cock pressed behind me. I remember what it did to me just hours ago.
Please let us be like this forever.
Drifting out.
Drifting in again.
Ivy turned over and looked at Cullen. He was sleeping soundly, a little square of moonlight reflected from the window onto his face. He looked so peaceful, so beautiful, like an angel king.
Too beautiful for this world. How can a man like this ever exist here on Earth with us mere mortals?
She wanted to stroke him, to touch his skin, but didn’t want to wake him and ruin the peaceful sleep he seemed to be experiencing. His chest was slowly rising and falling, and he looked like he might even smile in his slumber.
Which made her smile in turn.
Is it possible we’re falling in love? He claims he isn’t capable, but the way he touched me tonight…the way we looked at each other…
She didn’t know anything. She only knew that this felt right and she wanted to prolong it forever.
Eventually, she grew drowsy and drifted back to sleep once more.
The next time her eyes opened, early morning light was filtering into her window and Cullen was no longer beside her in bed.
She sat up, feeling almost panicky. Had he left without so much as a word? Sitting up, she clambered out of bed and slid on her nightgown quickly, then strode to the bedroom door and opened it.
The moment she opened her door, her senses were greeted with the familiar smells and sounds of breakfast being prepared.
She could hear the frying of a pan, and smell bacon and fresh toast. Ivy couldn’t believe it. She walked down the hallway and found Cullen Sharpe in her kitchen, making bacon and eggs on her tiny little stove.
He turned around as she came into the room.
He was wearing just his baggy pants and no shirt. He looked relaxed, casual and sexy. “Morning, beautiful,” he said, giving her a wry smile.
“Who are you?” she said, and then laughed, putting a hand to her mouth in awe of what she was seeing.
“I’m the guy making you breakfast. Coffee’s up,” he said, nodding to the coffee pot, which was full of dark coffee.
“I didn’t even know I had any good coffee left. Or eggs for that matter,” she said, frowning slightly.
“I might have borrowed your keys and ran to the corner store,” Cullen said. He moved the pan to a back burner, clapped his hands and turned to face her. “You left them on the bowl by the counter so I thought it was okay.”
She nodded, totally flabbergasted. “I’m just—“
Cullen walked towards her, smiling. “Don’t overthink it,” he said, and then he took her around the waist with one hand, his other hand moving to cup her face. He leaned in and kissed her.
His mouth tasted like mint and coffee.
When he let her go, her knees were weak.
“I assumed you like the usual,” he said. “Eggs, scrambled. Bacon, crispy. Toast, buttered liberally.”
“Of course, I love all of it. I’m just going to run to the bathroom and then I’ll be right back,” she said, shaking her head as she turned and left the kitchen.
“Don’t be gone too long. The timing on this is essential,” Cullen called after her.
She laughed, still in disbelief as she went to the bathroom and peed and then washed her face quickly and brushed her teeth.
How did things continuously turn so quickly with him?
Was his change of heart real or was this just another game he was playing to confuse her?
Whatever he was doing, it was working.
Ivy went back to her room and got on a fresh pair of sweat pants and t-shirt. She almost left the room but then remembered her phone.
As she bent to grab her cell from the nightstand, she saw a text had come through and was sitting there on the screen.
The text was a photo someone had sent to her.