Alder

T oday’s snowboarding lesson was more fun than our last one. Ivy knew how to stand on the board today, and she even made it down a green trail with zero injuries and only a few falls. I got to see her experience the gondola for the first time. She looked downright giddy, watching the sun come up from inside it. It was also more fun because I got to touch her. Almost constantly, all day. Positioning her hips and her arms. Helping her get started, helping her up. Not once did she complain. In fact, it felt like she may have been playing up her incoordination a bit just to get me closer to her. She looks so fucking cute in the purple suit. When we got to my place, she changed and had a shower before borrowing some old sweats of mine and a cut-off tee.

You know these T-shirts really do it for me, Lover Boy. She told me, and she took it and the sweats into my bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel. Now she’s lying on my couch, in my home, and I’m rubbing her sore legs. Her incredibly long and tempting legs .

“Mmm, that feels good.” She moans for the fifth time since she requested I give her legs a massage. Saying I was willing would be an understatement. I’ve never been addicted to anything in my life, but touching Ivy may be the first.

“Are you doing this on purpose?”

“Doing what?” She feigns innocence.

“So you know exactly what you’re doing,” I confirm. “Do you remember what I told you last night, Ivy?” I knead her calves with my hands while I speak.

“I do. You said you didn’t want to sleep with me and that it would be better if we were just friends,” she tells me as she ticks them off on her fingers. “You said you found me unattractive and dimwitted.” She ticks another perfectly manicured green fingernail. “I did find that offensive.” Laughter breaks free from my chest.

“That’s what you got from last night? It’s a wonder you agreed to spend time with me today. I’m baffled you’re here on my couch with your legs in my lap, moaning.”

“Well…” she starts and then sighs. “If things had gone my way, I would be moaning for a different reason altogether.” She pouts.

“Is that so?” When I look over at her, she nods sadly. I grab her around the waist and pull her onto me. She lets out a little gasp at the action, but it turns into a giggle.

“I love that sound,” I whisper.

“You told me that before.”

“That’s because I meant it.” Lifting her up by her hips, I position her legs so she’s now straddling me. I let my hands rest at the tops of her thighs, my thumbs dipping lower. Her arms rest on my shoulders, and her breath hitches when I give her a squeeze. “I thought I made sure you didn’t take any bad spills today, no hits to the head, but I’m worried because you’re having trouble with your memory,” I say, sliding my hands up her thighs to her waist. The tips of my fingers just brush her ribcage. “I told you that if you were good, good things would happen,” I remind her.

She grinds herself down on me, and I’m already harder than I’ve ever been in my life. Just the feel of her on top of me has me about to come in my pants. I look up at the wicked grin she’s wearing. She fucking knows it. She slides her forearms over my shoulders and leans onto her elbows. Bringing her face close to mine so we’re cheek to cheek, she whispers into my ear, “What if I want to be bad tonight?”

“Fuck, Ivy,” I murmur into her neck and close my eyes, trying to regain some control. I know she wants to be the one in charge, and if that’s what she wants tonight, then that’s what she’ll get. I have no intention of doing anything she doesn’t want me to. She slides back on my lap in an excruciatingly sexy way. She pulls my too-big shirt over her head, and her hair that’s still damp falls down her back, giving me a perfect view of her tits. “You’re so beautiful,” I whisper and run my hands up the sides of her waist. I pull her forward, and she arches into me. I suck a peaked nipple into my mouth, and she moans against me. The sound is almost too much for me. “If you keep making noises like that, I’m going to take you on this couch.”

“Then have me on the couch,” she sasses.

“No, Ivy. I want you in my bed tonight. Where you belong. Do you understand?” When I take her in, she’s nodding back at me.

“Words, princess.”

“Yes, . Take me to bed.” She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I stand, lifting her with me, and walk us into my bedroom. Laying her gently on the edge of the bed, I finally bring my mouth to hers and kiss her until we’re both panting. I slide my hand under the band of her borrowed sweatpants and find her drenched.

“Oh, Ivy. You’re fucking weeping. Is this mess all for me?”

“Yes,” she mutters, chasing my hand.

“How long has your pussy been this desperate for me?” I murmur against her lips while I drag my fingers through her slick heat. She writhes under me. My finger slips in, and then I bring it up to her clit, rubbing slow circles. She jerks. “Are you sensitive, princess?” She nods. “Words.” I press her, giving her pussy a gentle pat.

She bucks into me. “Yes. I’m wet, and I’m sensitive. Keep touching me.” She gets out between pants.

“I wouldn’t dream of stopping,” I tell her, rubbing her clit with my thumb and curling two fingers deep inside her. “Are you going to be good and come on my hand before you come on my tongue, Ivy?”

“Yes!” she screams, and I feel her start to spasm around me. “Don’t stop, please,” she begs.

“Never. I won’t ever have enough of the feel of you and this mouth. I have so many ideas for this bratty mouth.” She squeezes my fingers in response. “Would you like that, princess? Do you want my dick to fill you up again?”

“!” she moans, and I am treated to the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen in my life. Ivy doing anything is sexy as hell to me, but she’s just come undone at my hand, and I feel like I could die right now, and having seen this would make life complete .

“That’s good, princess. We’re not done though.” I can’t stop kissing down her body. I kneel on the floor in front of her and stop when I’m hovering over her clit. I spread her with my fingers and watch her face when I lick her. “You taste so good, Ivy. The best thing I’ve ever tasted.”

“You don’t…you don’t have to do that. I don’t get off that way.” I’m shocked by her admission.

“Ivy, if you’ve never come from someone’s mouth on this pretty fucking pussy then I’m all too happy to be the first. I’ve been dying to taste you since that first night. It was on the list. Now lay back,” I order, and she listens for once in her life. I lick and suck on her until she’s moaning and screaming things that I’m not even sure make sense, but I don’t stop until she starts chanting that she’s going to come over and over, and even then, I lick her through it.

“Oh my god, .” She gasps, and I stand and take my pants off, letting my dick spring free. “Holy shit.” Her eyes are wide as she takes me in. I’m not insecure about my body, but knowing she likes what she sees has me feeling ten feet tall. I grip myself and stroke from the base to the tip. “I didn’t spend enough time taking you all in that first night,” she comments.

“We have time now. As much as you want. Now, sit back on the bed. I’m going to give you another orgasm or two.”

“I don’t think I can have another one.”

“Yes, you can, Ivy. And you will. I’m going to bury myself inside you and fuck you until you’re screaming my name and coming on my dick.” When I look down at her, she gives me a lazy nod.

“I want to be on top though,” she replies, crawling to stand next to me. Who the hell am I to ruin her fun? She grabs my biceps and turns me, gently pushing me back and laying me down on the bed. Then she’s climbing over me but not touching me.

“I need your hands on me. Right fucking now,” I tell her, and she grins.

“Then beg for me, Lover Boy.”

I don’t even give it a second thought before I start, “Please, Ivy. Touch me. Ride me. Put me out of my misery here.” And she does. She sits up over me and positions my dick at her entrance.

“Is this what you want, ? Do you want your dick inside me?”

“Please, princess,” I beg.

“Because you asked so nicely.” The words leave her as she sinks onto me. I groan, barely holding it together. Then she starts to move. “Grab my hips, . Help me fuck you how you want me to.” My hands are on her body in an instant, and she leans back onto my knees. The windows in my bedroom are casting her in moonlight. She looks like a fucking goddess. Like an angel sent to earth just for me alone. She looks like mine.

I lift her up and down and buck my hips up into her.

“Touch yourself, Ivy. I need you there with me, baby.” She slides her hand between us, and I see her fingers work. “Fuckkk, that’s good, princess.” She’s making sounds that drive me closer and closer to my end, and then I feel her come around me as she screams. I call her name as I come, and she collapses onto my chest. We’re both slick with sweat, and I wrap my arms around her, kissing her hair. I grab her head and lift it to kiss her.

“Please tell me that was as good for you as it was for me.”

She sits back a little, smooths my hair back off my forehead, and presses her lips together, giving me a tight smile. “We’ll work on it,” she says with a couple of taps to my chest. Howling laughter comes out of me. I shake us both with it. “It’s fine, . I’m not upset, and you can practice. I can give you tutorials.” She keeps going until I flip her onto her back. I look into her jade eyes that sparkle with mischief. I’m falling for this woman. Hard.