by Snow, Jenika
The thick erection he sported had me clenching my thighs together as need overtook me. Sweat bloomed over my body and we hadn’t even had sex yet. The force of his breathing brushed across my face, ruffling the tendrils of my hair in a soft caress. His chest rose and fell quick and hard, and the pulse at the base of his throat beat wildly. Was my need just as evident as his?
I lifted my hands and placed them on his hard, defined abdomen, felt the muscles contract under my palm, as if that small touch affected him so much. I moved my hand over the rolling hills of his six-pack and up his chest, his skin warm, firm. And then my palm was right over his heart. The beat was strong and steady.
“Your touch…” He didn’t finish what he said as he groaned.
I leaned into him, felt the heat from his body seep into mine, and closed my eyes. I just absorbed it all. It felt good to feel his warmth with nothing between us. It felt incredible to actually be in this situation after thinking about it—wanting it—for so long.
“Look at me,” he said softly.
When I opened my eyes and looked into his face, I saw love, lust, and a fierceness reflected back at me. “Be with me,” I breathed out. “Be my first, Matthew.”
“I’m going to be your only, Ivy.”
As much as I wanted to stay in this moment, reality crept in. “This will cause problems. My dad, the town. Everyone.” Although I wouldn’t stop this for any of that.
“Right now, let’s focus on us, not all the shit we’ll deal with after the fact.” He kissed me softly. “Besides, talking about Stephan right now is a mood killer.” He chuckled softly and I did the same.
“Sorry,” I said with a smile.
“Never be sorry, least of all to me.”
The heavy weight of him against me had everything else fading away.
“I love you,” I said softly.
“And I love you.” His tone was harsh, gruff. “Now let me finally claim the only woman who has ever had my heart.”
15
Matthew
I tried to act like I had my shit together, that I wasn’t nervous, but the truth was I was scared as hell. And that was something that didn’t happen to me. I didn’t fear shit, didn’t worry about anything. But with Ivy, I felt like I had the weight of the world on my shoulders.
I stared down at her, took in the sight of her flawless body, felt drunk as I saw the way she stared at me. She looked up as if I had all the answers in the world, as if I’d never let anything happen to her.
And I wouldn’t. Never.
My breathing was harsh, erratic. I was hard, stiffer than I’d ever fucking been in my entire life. I knew I shouldn’t be touching her, should have more fucking control. But Ivy was my addiction, and I had no intention of breaking the habit.
I stared down at her breasts, the globes a perfect handful, her nipples hard and a dark shade of pink. I reached out and cupped one large breast. My cock jerked and my balls drew up tight. The image of opening her thighs so I could see her sweet, soaked virgin pussy slammed into me.
“How ready are you, baby?”
She didn’t answer for a long moment, but I could see the ecstasy written across her face.
“So ready,” Ivy finally said. She reached out and curled her nails into my biceps and I got into a better position between her thighs, feeling the hot, wet center of her body, and hissing out from the contact.
“Christ,” I said on a guttural groan.
The room was so fucking hot, but my desire for Ivy was hotter.
“No more waiting.”
I looked into her eyes and nodded. Yeah, we’d done enough of that. I positioned myself at her entrance, my hand wrapped around the base of my dick, my throat dry and my head fuzzy. I swore time stood still. And then I was pushing into her, breaking through her hymen, burying myself to the hilt inside of her. My balls pressed against her ass, and a gust of air left me.
God.
I didn’t move, just stayed still as I smoothed my hand over one of her breasts, cupping the mound, and strumming my thumb over the stiff peak.
Maybe coming into her room, giving in to my desire, had been the wrong fucking move, but I couldn’t have stopped myself if a gun had been pointed at my head. So here I was, touching Ivy, my step-brother’s daughter, and a woman far too young for me. But I fucking loved her.
I’d do anything for her, even risk my relationship with Stephan for the promise of being with her.
I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of having her close. Wrapping my arms around her shoulders, I held her tightly and rested my chin on the crown of her head, my cock still buried deep in her body. I felt her pussy walls flutter around my length, but wanted to give her time to get accustomed to me, to my girth.
I wasn’t a small man, and my dick was no different. She was tiny compared to me.
Burying my face in her hair, I inhaled deeply. She smelled good, like the beach, warm and bright, fresh with a hint of salt from the sweat that now covered her body.
I needed to be gentle with her, to show Ivy she meant the world to me. I could say that all I wanted, but showing her with my body was an entirely different game altogether. And no matter how wrong people might see being with her, She. Was. Mine.
I pulled back, but instantly leaned down and kissed her soft and slow. With her nails lightly digging into my skin, I was seconds away from letting the beast free and fucking the hell out of her.
Easy.
Slow.
Gentle.
I repeated those words in my head over and over again.
Moving my hand behind her head, I cupped her nape and kept her stationed so I could really kiss her. She moaned and I moved my tongue faster and harder against hers. My body screamed for more, to be rougher, harder, but I fought those urges because right now I needed to show her that I could be gentle when it came to her.
When I pulled back to look down at where we were connected, everything in me froze. Her pussy was stretched wide around my cock, glossy and pink … all mine. The thatch of trimmed hair that covered the top of her mound had my mouth watering, my cock feeling like it got thicker in her. The sight of her bare pussy lips had my balls drawing up tight, the need to fill her with my cum running strong.
I still had yet to move within her, and instead smoothed my hands along her inner thighs. For a suspended moment, I did nothing but stare at where we were connected, unable to tear my gaze from the sight. A tightening started at the base of my spine the longer I gazed at her pussy.
“Matthew,” she whispered. “Please,” she begged.
I needed to make this good for her. “Look at me, Ivy.” My voice was hard and serrated. And when she looked at me, we didn’t speak, didn’t even breathe for long seconds.
I leaned back slightly, bracing one hand on the mattress and slid my other hand up her body and stopping right below one of her breasts. I could feel how fast and hard her heart was beating, how worked up she was.
And then I pulled all the way out, hearing her gasp, but before she could complain, I had my face between her thighs and my mouth on her pussy. I ran my tongue along her slit and up to her clit. She tasted sweet and slightly musky, was soft beneath my lips, and I felt this string in me draw tight before snapping in half. There was the light coppery taste along my tongue, and I knew it was her virgin blood.
That got me hotter than anything else ever had.
I started licking and sucking at her, wrapped my lips around her clit until she was pulling at my hair and moaning for more. Ivy rotated her hips back and forth, thrust her pussy firmly against my mouth, and I hummed in pleasure.
“I want you to come all over my face, baby,” I grumbled against her soaked flesh.
The feeling of her tightening her hold in my hair and the hitch in her breath told me she was already so close.
So I sucked on her clit with more fervor, then dragged my tongue down her cleft to gently probe the muscle into her tight little opening.
I felt her explode
around my tongue.
Taking my thumb to her clit, I rubbed the bud back and forth, drawing out her pleasure.
“Matthew. I need you back inside of me.” Her voice was soft, a pleading note in it. “Please,” she whispered.
Fuck. She was my undoing.
I caressed her in gentle sweeps of my fingers, mouth, and tongue, until goosebumps formed along her skin. “Every part of you is mine.” I moved up her body once more and took her mouth again, and got lost in everything that was Ivy.
“I love you.”
I grunted and gripped her chin in a soft hold, waiting until she stared into my eyes. “You were always meant to be mine. I love you, too.”
“I’m yours, Matthew.”
And then I kissed her hard, possessively. I was about to show her that she was mine.
16
Ivy
This was really happening. No going back now.
His big body rested against mine, pressing me into the mattress and sending an erotic sensation coursing through me.
I felt stretched, full. The discomfort was immense, but having Matthew with me, knowing it was him deep inside of my pussy, made the pain vanish until all I felt was pleasure.
“I want to be gentle with you this first time,” Matthew murmured against my throat, and I loved how his stubble scraped along my skin. He was so big and heavy as he pressed his chest down on mine. Warm, masculine flesh molded into me, making the sweet anticipation of release just a reach away.
“I won’t break.”
He groaned a second before he moved his hips back and forth, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back inside of me. I didn’t want him to see that the sting of pain was there, because that was just a small amount of this experience.
A guttural groan left Matthew, and he jerked his hips forward. “You feel so fucking good. I don’t think I’ll last.”
I rose up slightly and stared down the length of my body. I watched as he thrust his dick in and out of me.
God.
“No more fighting. No more denying,” he said as if speaking to himself.
He started a steady thrusting now and I fell back on the bed and breathed out as the sensations moved through me.
“I’ve wanted you for a long time, Matthew. So long I’m embarrassed to even admit it.” I said those words on a moan, not even caring how honest they were.
He pushed up from me, one forearm braced on either side of my head, and looked down at my body. A muscle in his jaw ticked as if he were fighting with himself for control.
“I’m sorry if I’m hurting you.” His words were clipped, his jaw set so tight I heard his teeth gnashing together.
“I’m fine.” I held onto his biceps. “I promise.” My inner muscles clenched around him on their own and he groaned. I heard him inhale sharply, as if that small act was almost his undoing.
Matthew took one of his hands and placed it between my breasts, as if to keep me steady, keep me in place.
“You’re so wet for me, so tight.” I watched as his throat worked as he swallowed. “You’re so fucking primed for me,” he whispered. My nipples tightened as blood rushed to them.
Matthew leaned down and latched his lips onto my neck again, licking and sucking at my skin until it felt pleasurably abraded. He ran his tongue up my throat and a moan left me.
So. Good.
And before I knew what was happening, his mouth was off my neck, his lips suctioned around one of my nipples. Matthew’s harsh, guttural groans filled my ears.
“Kiss me,” I cried out and he was doing just that instantly.
I swept my tongue along his lips, loving the harsh sound that came from him. The musky, sweet flavor of me was still on him, and I grew wetter from it.
He broke the kiss, his breathing as if he’d run a marathon.
“I can’t wait another second.”
Thank God.
And when he cupped both sides of my face and kissed me possessively, my pussy clenched around him.
“Christ.” He started moving back and forth, faster and harder with each passing second. The broad head of his cock stretched my virgin pussy. When he thrust into me, I moved up an inch on the bed, gasping from the sensations.
Matthew leaned back slightly and watched himself push into me and pull back out. “This means you’re mine.” He snapped his eyes up to stare at my face. “No one will ever fucking have you but me.”
The play of muscles that rippled along his chest and abdomen spoke of his strength, and a gush of moisture slipped from me, further aiding in his penetration. The sounds of wet sex filled my head and I felt my pleasure climb high, my orgasm rising to the surface.
Beads of sweat dotted his brow and slid down his temple. The force it took for him to control himself turned me on even more. His cock slid in and out of me.
“Christ, Ivy,” Matthew said harshly. He braced himself on his knees and gripped my inner thighs, pushing my legs impossibly wider as he sank into my body. When he lifted his gaze back to mine, he said hoarsely, “You see how I’m taking you?” I could only nod. “No going back now, baby.”
He pulled his cock almost all the way out, and I saw the glossiness from my arousal coating his thick length. He placed his thumb on my clit and moved the bundle of nerves back and forth, over and over, slow and steady.
I exploded for him.
Lights flashed in front of my eyes as my orgasm claimed me. And Matthew didn’t relent as he thrust in and out of me, drawing out my climax until my eyes widened and I cried out, unable to stop myself.
I couldn’t breathe.
When the world came back into focus, I stared at him. He looked feral, perspiration beaded over his body, his focus trained right on me. His short hair was damp at his temples from the sweat, a sexy look that had my desire climbing once more even though I’d just gotten off hard.
But before I could move, think, even breathe, Matthew was on his back with me straddling his waist, his cock still buried deep in my body.
“Fuck,” he groaned. He lifted me easily, forcing his cock to almost slip out. “Christ, baby.” He had his gaze trained right on where we were connected. He pushed me down, lifted me up, and did this over and over again until I was dizzy with need all over again.
And all I could do was hold on as he took the reins, took control and fucked me on his dick.
For long moments, he lifted me and pushed me back down on his length, his focus locked on where his cock was, his mouth parted and desire covering his face.
He pressed me all the way down on him.
“Grind that pussy on me, baby.”
I did what he said and we both gasped at the sensitivity of it.
He tightened his hold on my waist as I started rocking back and forth, my clit rubbing on him, the ecstasy body-numbing. I was going to come again.
“Come on, Ivy. Give it to me one more time, baby.”
And I did just that.
The explosion inside of me had me tossing my head back and crying out. It moved through my entire body, locked up my entire frame, sucked the air from my lungs.
Matthew dug his fingertips into me, and his low, animalistic grunt signaled he’d found his own release.
It felt like a lifetime before reality sank back into me.
I collapsed against his chest, our skin sweaty, our breathing labored. He wrapped his arms around me instantly and rolled over so that my chest was to his side, my arm slung over his abdomen.
Spasms of pleasures still coursed through me and I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against his damp chest, listening to the sound of his heart beating.
After several minutes of silence, and the feel of Matthew stroking his fingers up and down my side, I pushed myself up and stared down at him. For a second he just stared at me, and then lifted his hand to cup my cheek.
“What is it, baby?” he said softly.
I was silent for a moment. “I’m just worried about how all of this will play out with my dad.�
� I hated that I was thinking about this right after we’d been together. But reality was reality.
“It’ll be okay,” he said softly. “I’ll make sure of it.”
I looked over at him. He was staring at the ceiling, his jaw tense as he looked deep in thought. And then he glanced at me.
“I love you,” I said softly.
He kissed me on the forehead, and I loved this gentleness in him. He was big and strong, tattooed and had a hard edge to him. But when he was with me, he showed this softer side.
“I love you too.” He exhaled slowly and pulled me in closer. “I’ll make sure this works out because I’ve never loved anyone but you, Ivy, and I never will.”
I licked my lips. “This won’t end well, Matthew,” I whispered against him, keeping him close, knowing very well that if people knew about us, if my father found out, this would end badly.
"Mine, Ivy. You’re mine and I don’t care about repercussions. I care about you.” He kissed the crown of my head and pulled me in closer. “The repercussions are a chance I’m more than willing to take. Because giving you up isn’t something I’m going to fucking do.”
17
Ivy
The first thing I felt when I woke up was a feeling of being deliciously sore. I was tender between my legs, and when I lightly parted them as I shifted on the bed, I felt the after effects of what Matthew and I had done dried onto my inner thighs.
Although maybe it should have disgusted me, I felt this heat move over me, the feeling of exactly where he’d been, how deep he’d been inside of me, how much he’d stretched me, slamming into me like a thousand tanks.
He’d claimed my virginity.
My eyes were still closed, so when I opened them I blinked a few times, staring at the ceiling, waiting for my vision to clear. I felt a small smile spread across my cheeks. Being with Matthew last night had been everything I’d dreamed of and fantasized about.
He’d been gentle but fierce, consuming but thorough. He’d made sure I felt just as much pleasure, even more, than he did.