Chapter Eleven
Ivy
His tongue sparked electricity in the tips of my toes. The feeling of him running against my skin was too much for me. I wanted him. I craved him. And it made it hard to resist him. Dean, with his beautiful green stare and his thick black hair sitting atop those stern, chiseled features. His thick muscles blanketing his form, looming in front of me as he scarfed down the dinner I’d made for him. It was all too much. A man being appreciative of something. His toe running up the back of my calf. His eyes dripping with guilt when he thought he’d pushed me too far.
Dean was the perfect combination of gentlemanly and selfish.
And I couldn’t help myself.
His tongue slid across my lips as his hand connected with my cheek. I straddled his lap, feeling the chair slowly creak underneath our weight. His tongue collided with mine and my mind erupted into a sea of sparkles. Colors and distant sounds all froze at the forefront of my mind as his hands fell to my hips. Massaged my excess. Ran up my back before cloaking me with their strength.
His arms.
Oh, how his arms felt.
Warm and seductive. Passionate and possessive. I pressed my lips further into him, begging him to take me. Begging him to take control. I fisted his pale green polo shirt. The one that made his eyes burst into a kaleidoscope of colors. I pulled him as close as I could get him. I ground into his throbbing cock as it grew against my body. Thick. Juicy. Long.
It made me shake simply thinking about it.
His hands grabbed my ass before he stood from the chair. My hands wrapped around his neck, holding as tightly to him as I could. He carried me effortlessly to my couch. As if I weighed nothing in the palms of his hands. He sat me against the cushions before he knelt down onto the floor, his hands sliding up my shirt. Up my stomach. Up my sides.
He reached around and unclasped my bra before his hands slid under to massage my nipples.
“Dean,” I said with a whisper.
I heard him groan at the sound of his name and it made me smile. His lips fell to my neck, suckling on my skin as he moved. I rolled into him. Heat pooled between my legs. My hands fisted his hair as he pushed my shirt up, eventually pulling it over the top of my head. I let my bra fall to the floor. I let him take in my nakedness. He licked his lips and I watched his eyes darken to black, and the look he gave me sent shivers down my spine.
He leaned forward and drew my nipple between his lips, and I was done for.
“Dean. Yes.”
I fisted his hair. Pressed his face further into my tits. His hands slid my pants down until there was nothing covering my body from his salacious torture. He lapped at my skin and suckled my nipples to engorged peaks. His hands massaged every part of me. My sides. My waist. My thighs. My hips. I felt his hands part my legs, pressing against my knees as my scent filled the air around us.
“Fuck,” Dean said with a whisper.
He dropped between my legs, this burly man with muscles that pulsed with an aching want. He nuzzled my pussy, coating his nose in my arousal before his tongue lapped up my slit. His tongue was hot. His mouth was soft. His strokes were filled with purpose and his hands held me close to him. Pinned my hips down so I couldn't move as juices dripped down my ass crack for him.
His eyes fluttered up to mine before he smirked, then he dove in and left me breathless.
He found my clit and sucked on it. Flicked it. Pressed his tongue deeply into it. The stubble from his five o’clock shadow tickled the sides of my pussy lips while his hands dug into my skin. I couldn’t move. Couldn't breathe. Fire burst behind my eyes as electricity surged through my body. I dug my heels into the floor until he tossed my legs over his shoulders. Leaving me with no leverage and a feel for him that I craved.
I felt his back muscles twitching with everything it took to pleasure me.
“Dean. Shit. Oh yes. Please don’t stop. It’s been so long. So long. So long.”
I ran my hands through his hair, pulling him closer as he moaned into my dripping pussy. He finally released my hips and I bucked ravenously into him. I lost control of myself. Control of my words. Control of my passions and wants and my mind. His hands slid up my sides. Around to my back. He splayed his touch in the arch of my body as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
“So close. So close. So… clo-.”
All of a sudden, my body pulled taut. My pussy began to pulse. My legs quivered and my lungs stopped working and silver streaks burst in my vision. I could hear him lapping. I could feel him swallowing. Opening his mouth to engulf my pussy and drink me down for dessert. I gasped for air. Whimpered into my living room. The smell of Italian was long gone, and in its place was a mixture of my womanly scent and Dean’s cologne.
I loved that smell.
I didn’t want it to go away.
I collapsed to the couch before he slid away from my body. He stood up from the floor and I could hear clothes dropping to it. But my eyes were heavy and my body was weak. I couldn’t look at him. Reach out to touch him. I couldn’t even say his name.
Then, he scooped me up into his arms.
My back fell to my bed before his lips crashed to mine again. And they revived me, as if I’d been brain dead from a heart attack. My legs parted to accommodate his thick body and he fell into me. His hands roamed my body as my tongue licked my taste off his skin. I felt his cock. I felt it dripping along the inside of my thigh. I wrapped my feet around his calves and rubbed my pussy lips along his engorged length, desperate to feel him inside of me.
“Dean, please,” I said breathlessly. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”
His eyes connected with mine, and then that telltale smirk crossed his cheeks.
He reached down and guided himself into me and my eyes bulged. Shit. The man was massive. I arched my hips and opened my legs as much as I could, but I still had to adjust. I still had to breathe. Like I was a virgin for the first time again. His fingers threaded with mine and I clamped down onto the back of his hand. Dug my nails into his skin as he slid into me, inch by inch. I never thought he was going to stop. I didn’t think his cock would end.
And then his hips connected with mine and all thoughts to the contrary were forgotten.
I bucked against him. Rolled my hips as my pussy gobbled down his cock. My tits jumped against his chest and my lips wouldn’t stop kissing him. His cheek. His forehead. His neck. His shoulder. I bit into the meat of his muscles. Sucked on patches of rock hard strength while his cock slammed into me. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close. Opened myself for him as much as I could.
His knees planted onto the bed and he reared back, his hands grabbing my hips.
“Hang on,” he said.
“What?” I asked breathlessly.
He fucked his cock with my body, sliding me up and down his length. And the electricity and the pleasure were too much to bear. My nails curled into his thick thighs. His forearms pulsed with bulging veins. His cock grew against my walls and my pussy fluttered around him, trying to push out the massive intrusion while simultaneously taking what it wanted. I was helpless against him. Helpless to his assault as my body gave itself over to the man on top of me.
The man between my legs.
The man with the tricky grin and the comforting eyes.
“Dean. Dean. Oh my gosh. I can’t… don’t stop. I beg you, don’t stop.”
“Ivy. You have no idea how… good you… you feel.”
Skin slapping skin filled the room, sending my mind into a frenzied state. I felt juices pouring down my ass crack and coating his balls. I felt my heels digging into the mattress as I rose to his thrusts. He bit down onto his lower lip as my hands cupped my tits, massaging their aching peaks and chasing my own end. I was out of control. Chaotic. Greedy. Dean pounded into me, our bodies colliding at lightning speeds while his muscles twitched for my viewing pleasure.
I’d never come back from this.
That much I was sure about.
“Dean! Yes! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Oh... fuck.”
My back arched and my hands curled into the sheets beside me. I shook. Quaked. Throbbed as ecstasy poured through my body. My pussy milked his cock and I felt his hips beginning to stutter. His grip on me became soft and his body fell to mine. He hit his hands, then his forearms, then nothing. Just his body against mine as I throbbed around his cock. He exploded inside of me. Painting my walls with his hot cum as my pussy swallowed him whole. Pulled him deeper into me with each pulse of lecherous desire.
His hands found mine and he intertwined our fingers. He was jumping on top of me, matching the pulsing of his cock and he emptied into my body. My body stilled. My chest heaved. And my hands rested within the palms of his. Dean’s lips found my neck and began to kiss. His nose nuzzled my jawline before our mouths connected again. A sweet kiss timed perfectly with the sliding of our fluids from between my legs.
But I didn’t care.
With Dean, I didn’t care about anything.
And I fell asleep with him on top of me and his cock still sheathed within my body.