Chapter Twenty-Three
Ivy
Two Weeks Later
“Holy shit, Dean. Yes. Right there. Don’t stop.”
His hands pressed my hips deeper into the wall as his tongue lapped across my clit.
“Shit! Dean! Yes!”
He moaned into my pussy and my juices dripped over his cheeks. My heels clattered upon my carpeted floor as my chest heaved with desire. I could feel my pearl necklace dancing around my sweating skin. I was weightless from my first orgasm. Collapsing into Dean’s strong hands while his tongue worked furiously to bring me to a second one. My thighs contracted. My calves flexed. My hands curled deeply into his hair and pulled him deeper between my folds. Electricity shot through my body. Pleasure blinded my vision. My body leaned desperately into the wall as my legs gave way, but his hands kept me suspended.
Kept me pinned against the wall as my second orgasm crashed over my body.
“Dean! Yes! Don’t stop!” I wailed as sweat dripped down my neck.
He groaned into my pussy as my body collapsed against his. I plummeted into his arms and he scooped me up against his broad, strong chest. He flung us to the bed, our bodies bouncing as his lips encompassed mine. I could taste myself on him. I could see his skin glistening with my arousal. I plunged my tongue deep into his mouth, wanting to taste all of him as his body parted my legs. I loved it when he sat between my thighs. I loved feeling his thick hips seated against mine. His cock bulged. Throbbed. Grew to a thickness I’d never felt with any other man before.
“I need to feel you,” Dean said.
My eyes fluttered open and I cupped his cheek.
“Then take me,” I said with a whisper. “And don’t hold back.”
His eyes darkened as he reached between my legs. He guided his cock into my body and my breasts arched into him. His hand slid around the small of my back and tilted me closer to him. I felt him slide against my walls, filling me in ways no man ever had before. My nails raked up his chiseled biceps. I clung to the pads of his shoulders. My legs wrapped around his waist and our hips seated together, like two puzzle pieces searching for one another for years.
“I love you, Ivy.”
He peppered kisses along the crook of my neck as I sighed.
“I love you too, Dean. So much.”
He slid his cock out from between my legs before he slammed back in. I cried out into the room, feeling fire prickle up the back of my thighs. He did it again, jolting me with his strength as my bed scraped across my carpeted floor.
“Again,” I said breathlessly. “Again, Dean.”
He groaned into my neck as he delivered his assault. His slamming turned to pounding, and his pounding turned to rolling. His cock pulsed against my walls and my juices dripped down his balls. Coating him in my scent while he marked me with his teeth. I felt the welts he drew upon my skin. I felt his hands sliding up and down my sides. His fingers tugged at my tits and my legs wrapped tighter around him, until he couldn't do anything to lie there against me.
I clung to him, feeling him swivel his hips as his tightly-wound curls raked over my clit.
He stood to his feet and pulled me to the edge of the bed. I giggled as I watched him take what he wanted. He threw my legs over his shoulders and gripped my hips, positioning me in a way I knew would take me to breathless heights. He set a relentless pace, robbing me of my voice. His soaked balls smacked against my ass as his dick plunged deeper into my body. My toes curled. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. My hands dug into the meat of his thighs while he filled me with his cock.
“Dean. Oh yes. Don’t stop. I can’t… just don’t… I’m cumming. I’m cumming. I’m cumming, Dean! Don’t stop, Dean! Yes!”
My legs flexed and my hips came off the bed. My back arched so deeply I thought it was going to pop. My hands curled into the sheets of my bed. My fluids dripped down my ass crack. He continued his feverish thrusting. Filling me as my walls milked his cock. He grunted. Groaned. Panted and sighed. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as his curls graced my clit, sending me over the edge yet again.
I couldn't breathe. Couldn't suck in.
All I could do was lie there and bed for mercy.
His body collapsed to mine, folding me in half. I captured his lips, sucking from him the air my lungs burned for. My pussy guzzled down his cum. Thick threads meant only for me as his hands found mine. Our fingers threaded together and we held each other close as my legs slowly slipped off his shoulders. His sweating form collapsed against me, his heart beating wildly against my skin.
His nose nuzzled the shell of my ear before he kissed my cheek.
And all the while, my pearls stayed intact around my neck.
After what seemed like ages, he finally slid from between my thighs. He pulled me alongside him, his arm wrapping around me and pulling me close. I laid my cheek against his chest and traced the rings of his abs with my fingertips. I felt his fingers working through the knots in my hair. Such a soothing sensation. So soothing that I felt my eyes already closing.
Then, I heard it.
Dean’s rumbling voice as it filled my room.
“And even though she enjoyed the apple-painted China set and I preferred the cheaper stuff from the dollar store, I realized I didn’t simply love her-”
“I respected her,” I said.
I felt Dean’s arm tighten around me as I opened my eyes. That was one of my favorite lines from the book he read to me while in the hospital. I tilted my gaze up to his and I found him looking down at me, his beautiful eyes wild with shock. I reached up and pressed a kiss to his lips, unlocking the silence that had stolen his voice. His hand cupped my head, supporting it as if it was the most important thing in the world. I felt a heat overcome his body. I opened my eyes and watched his skin flush. I pulled back from our kiss and looked deeply into his eyes, and was shocked to find them wet.
Watery.
Tearing up.
“Oh Ivy,” he said with a whisper.
I nuzzled into the palm of his hand before he quickly rolled me over.
“Dean!” I exclaimed as a giggle fell from my lips.
He kissed me. Repeatedly. Until goosebumps fled along my skin. His cock throbbed against my stomach and I felt a need rising within my gut. I wanted to feel him again. I wanted to experience him again.
I never wanted to let him go.
I parted my thighs for him and he easily slid into me, my wetness still apparent from our previous encounter. I cupped his cheeks and brought his lips back down to mine as he pressed deeper into my body. I shook against him. I allowed myself to let go. I opened my heart for the last time to fully draw him in, taking the risk that he would leave. Taking the risk that something would happen to us that would pull us apart.
But if there was anything I learned from the book he read to me, it was that love was hard. That love demanded more than just love. That it demanded the best, the hardest, and the worst in order to make it work.
And Dean was worth all of it.