I Wish

Chapter 38

Kissing Ivy was never going to be a challenge. She was really goddamn good at it. Her hands were on my hips, and the tightness of her grip made me give all kinds of good shivers. Her lips were so warm and tingly that everything else but her just faded into the background as I skated my hands over every patch of skin available. The tingling raced through my blood, heating it, and rushed to all my extremities. I started to feel dizzy and foggy, the only thing I could concentrate on was the little gasps of breath she took in between kisses. Her tongue snaked viciously into my mouth, and all thought trailed away entirely. 

“Change your mind about sleeping with me before I take you home to see your family?” she murmured in a taunt. I blinked, getting distracted by swollen lips, and a halo of silky hair. Absently I shift to twine the fingers of my left hand in it.

“Let me make this abundantly clear, I know that this is incredibly stupid,” I huffed shifting up into her space as aggressively as I could, “Really spectacularly, incredibly, profoundly stupid. I know. But, the thing it, doing it is only a problem if I’m not willing to accept that and I’m not having s*x with you right now.” The mix between a laugh and the hum that Ivy let out vibrated through my body, and she was definitely laughing at me, as she drew her arms up to squeeze me tighter to her body. I let out no noise at this, certainly not a whimper of any kind, and if anyone tells you any different, particularly Ivy, then they are all filthy liars. Ivy’s teeth found my neck and clamped down at random intervals, the shivery feeling it induced enough to make coloured spots clouding my vision.

“And where exactly are you planning on drawing the line? I’m genuinely curious,” she teased, at least I think it was teasing. I was buzzing out of my skin, and that coupled with the scratchy feeling of her dress against my skin, stopped me from panicking. Because guys, let’s be real… What exactly was the line with women? I wasn’t sure, but when in doubt smartass you’re way out. 

“Honestly, we’re just knocking clothes off the requirements list. They bunch and stick to me, and get uncomfortable. Nope, they’re a privilege you’re going to have to do without,” I mocked her, and her nails scored down my back. I hissed, and bit her in retaliation. Rubbing my tongue on the sweet salty skin between her teeth. Her nails dug in fiercely across my lower back until I released her, a sharp “Ah!” leaving Ivy’s throat as I did so.

“How you think this isn’t a privilege is beyond me,” she snorted breathlessly, “I’m sure I can figure something out.” I was saved from having to find a reply, or possibly the mental ability to reply, by her mouth meeting mine. Everything around us sort of shorted out, and all we could focus on was each other and the soft sheets beneath us. My back hit the bed again, and she moved to straddle one of my legs, looking for all the world like a sexy golden leggy goddess. One of her hands grabbed mine and pressed it to the bed, fingers twined together, and the other arm wrapped around my waist and tilted my hips up to throw my free leg around her. “Here, like this,” she whispered and helped me to grind down on her leg.

“Oh,” I said in a completely shattering tone of voice, head swimming with pleasure. She pressed nuzzling kisses to my temple, cheeks, and forehead. Almost entirely of its own accord my free hand slipped over her neck and came to fist tightly in my hand. 

“Treasure,” she whispered heatedly, “Like this. Just like this.” I moaned in response, no denying it at this point, as she helped me repeat the grinding process until we’d set up a kind of rhythm. Our bodies rocking together, wrapped up tightly and kissing as though every single one of the stars was going out. 

“Ivy,” I whimpered, no longer able to tell which way was up or down. Everything in my body singularly focused on obeying her cooed instructions. Everything in my body was tightening, every muscle in my body like I was about to get like… a full body muscle cramp but the friction that had my panties rubbing against something wonderful compelled me not to stop.

“Good girl,” Ivy purred at me, and it was rather like something when pop. It was something like a rubber band breaking or being pushed off a cliff and into nirvana. I could hear my own cries echoing around the room, and the near snarl Ivy let out at the sight but all the colours bleed from comprehension and for just a few seconds the world turns white and sparkly. We were locked exactly in the same position as before when my sight clicked back on, Ivy resting her head on my shoulder and letting out an almost pained sounding whine when I tried to shift out from under her. Sweaty and legs shaking uncontrollably. 

“Did you?” I asked, trying to find the right way to answer it, “I wasn’t the only one who?” My cheeks burned as I struggled to find a way to ask if she came to, even after what we’d just done.

“Nope,” she said, popping the p and sitting up, “I left you, and you felt abandoned and were upset with me. This was about you little one.” Now on the one hand, seriously what the f**k? But on the other hand, aww! Isn’t that sweet? She sat up, and I could feel how soaked she was. Her underwear left a wet spot on my leg. I wanted to ask if she was sure but at the end of the day, and it pained me to admit it, I was too chicken s**t to offer. Even if I really wanted to, actually mostly because I really wanted to. Ivy didn’t wait for a response, she just jumped up and started to throw clothes on the bed for us both. 

“What are you doing?” I asked her, content to never move again.

“We’re going to be late, did you think I was going to skimp on the date because you were kind to me?” she said shaking her head, and tottering around on legs that it was all too clear were doing their best to stop supporting her. Date? Oh, tea party. Apparently there was nothing for making things fly right out of your head like an orgasm… because that, that, definitely had to have been an orgasm.

“It may have slipped my mind entirely,” I fessed up. Shrieking when she settled on the bed just long enough to pull my underwear off and tuck it into the pocket of the jacket she’d just gotten out to wear. Stopping briefly to pick up the dress I’d taken off and using it to gently clean me off. “What?” I spluttered in disbelief, more alarmed about what she was doing than the fact that now I didn’t even have my panties for covering anymore. It wasn’t a lot of fabric, but it felt like it made a big difference.

“A mark of victory, and a reminder,” Ivy said sassily, “For when you’re cold feet rear their ugly heads again, and you start to get mean again. Get dressed.” Well… it’s not like she was wrong, which was why I let her have them, but damn it I thought this was one of those things that we could just not talk about.

“Yeah, god knows when you’ll get this chance again,” I said, somehow managing to keep a straight face, because we were definitely doing that again. She pouted, and I smiled. Nobody was keeping score, but if they were I was either winning or I wasn’t losing by much.