“I’m proud of you for today,” Ivy says. I look at her a little confused, not sure what she could be proud of me for. I completely bitched out on even going into my old apartment. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand why you would say that.”

“Uhh, you kicked that guy’s ass in the ring. You know, I really love watching you fight. I can see how happy it makes you. It’s in your blood and to see you reconnect with those guys was really awesome. I’m glad that we went.”

“That’s nice of you to say, but we didn’t get done what we needed to.”

She walks over to me and wraps her arms around my waist. “And that’s okay, we can do it another time. You really can’t put so many expectations on yourself. Sometimes you have to just be in the moment and let what happens happen. Today wasn’t meant for us to go through the apartment. We had no boxes, or a storage unit lined up, so it would have been a waste.”

Looking down, I nod, agreeing with her. She is right, she always is, and I need to remember that more often. Listening to her words and staying in this moment, I press my lips against hers. The sensation immediately calms me. Holding her head so tenderly, I kiss her, allowing our bodies to take us where they want.

She puts so much passion into her kisses. The way her hands roam my body and her pussy brushes against my cock, mixed with the moans of her pleasure, it all turns me on. Grabbing the hem of her shirt, I lift it over her head, breaking our kiss for just a brief moment. Then I unclasp her bra freeing her perfect tits.

“I. Need. You,” I whisper in between kisses.

She weaves her hand into the front of my shorts and says, “Then fuck me.” Wrapping those five delicate fingers around my shaft, she strokes me, and I push my shorts down and out of the way. I fumble with her pants to get them unzipped and once I do, she steps out of them. Then I swoop her up, carrying her to the couch, where I lay her down. Tearing my shirt above my head, I look into her eyes and remind myself to just take my time. As I lean down and inundate her body with kisses, I press my lips on every grain of her sensitive skin causing her to twitch beneath me.

Pulling back, I adore her beauty. I’ll never get enough of it, or her. My dick has waited long enough. As I clench the base, I ease my way inside of her. She accepts me, like we’ve fucked a million times. The inside of her cunt sends a shiver down my body. Tucking my chin to my chest, I take a moment to compose myself.

She grips my ass, urging me to move, so I begin to fuck her, working every inch of myself in and out of her. With every pull and push, I groan. The feeling is un-fucking-believable. She lets out a loud whine and I look down as Ivy has her chin pointed to the ceiling and is gripping my biceps. My tattoos look dirty against the perfection that is her porcelain skin.

Her breathing is harsh, her skin blotchy, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever fucking seen. “Yes, Krane, like that.”

“You like to take my cock, don’t you?” I ask her, picking up speed and grabbing both of her tits. I play with her nipples getting lost in this great world that we create together. My shaft pummels in and out of her, and I’m lost in the solace that is the connection I feel with her.

Finally, she looks at me. Her wide eyes are so hot and I cannot control myself. Letting go of her tits, I lift her hips, and slowly push into her as deep as I can. As she moans underneath me, we both freeze and I hold my dick deep inside her, rocking my hips a little, stroking that sweet spot. “Fuck!” she shouts, trembling, reaching, and gripping for anything she can.

“That’s it, take my cock.”

“YESSS!” Her word switches to a scream followed by her letting go and I make her come hard. Watching her like this sets me off, and I wait as long as I can, holding and savoring my orgasm. Rubbing myself inside of her wet and tight pussy is the best feeling ever.

She is still coming when it hits me, as a fiery blast of cum ignites from my balls and drenches her insides. I remind myself to keep control, to savor her and this moment. Slowing my movements I get lost in her kisses and when we finally break with my dick still inside of her she says, “I love when you make me come.”

I give her one more kiss before I ease my way out of her and respond, “I love making you come. And fucking you and seeing you naked.” My cock starts to grow and she looks down, giggling at me. “I can see that.”

Hopping off of the bed, I walk into the bathroom and turn on the shower. I look over my shoulder and see Ivy strutting towards me. Stepping aside I gesture her in ahead of me. The warm water surrounds our bodies as I close the door behind us.

Looking into her eyes, she is so beautiful. I feel very lucky to be in this moment – she is unlike anyone else in this world. And for me to have found such a connection with her, especially after losing Zoë, is unreal.