Page 26 of Mommy

Pushing away earns me a desperate sound from Ivy. A mix of a groan and a whine.

Fucking fuck.

I undress in record time. And I don’t stop after I’m naked and instead I move on to Ivory’s clothes.

Reaching for the nightstand I press a condom into Ivory’s fingers. I’m pretty sure she would stop me if I didn’t use one. She might be moaning like a goddess right now, but she’s not that far gone.

Peeling her leggings off is torture, and I can’t help but stop to kiss a long trail down one of her thighs. When I reach her knee the meagre rest of my self control is spent and I cave.

Fuck it. Who cares that she’s still in a hoodie and tight shirt? Who cares if her string is technically still in the way? I definitely don’t. I can grope her through a little bit of fabric and for the string … that, I will gladly just push aside.

Slipping between her thighs, I bury my face in her neck.

Her hair has fanned around her head, forming a blonde halo against the black linen of my sheets. It gets in the way of my kisses when I nibble at her throat, but I couldn’t care less when it means inhaling her scent. Ivory smells like heaven. Like orange blossoms and vanilla. Like my new favourite scent.

Gods, I hope this is available in a soap bar.

One of my hands slides between our bodies, cupping her pussy through the fabric of her thong.

Soaked. So fucking soaked I can feel it even now. I rub my callused palm over her center, while thrusting against the back of my hand at the same time.

Her smaller hand joins mine a second later, touching me. Skin on skin.

“Look, I was right. Such a breedable little girl, aren’t you?”

I grin when I feel her roll the condom over my length and thrust into her palm with the smirk still on my lips.

Just as well.

“Yeah, hope that the 97% will keep you safe from being bred like you deserve.” I groan into the crook of her neck, her soft blond hair filling my head with her scent.

“I have an IUD.” She snaps, all of her defiance so clear in her voice. I just grin, pulling on her honey hair until her glare intensifies.

“For now.” I murmured, pressing my lips against her skin as I sink between her thighs.

She is not going anywhere.

I won’t let her.

Chapter fifteen

Ivory

Having Derek hover on top of me, seeing him naked in all his glory feels surreal. Feeling him fuck me, move me, feels… out of this world. But having him make me a cup of tea, and curve an arm around me like we’re an old couple while I pick out a movie to watch is the best and most confusing part of it all.

The way I don’t have to ask him for a cozy blanket, and instead he brings one out of the blue? I don’t think I even shivered. It’s like he just knew.

It made me feel like we’ve done this a thousand times before. It makes me feel like he gets me. Like he has known me for years and learned all my patterns, when in reality he didn’t. We’ve known each other for less than a week.

Less than a week and you slept with him.

I push that thought away. All the way into the back of my head where I can drown it out with music. I can’t regret sleeping with him. I couldn’t in the moment and can’t now. Not when I feel nothing but safe and cherished ever since Derek put his hands on me. And he didn’t send me off after.

Most men I’ve slept with got weird after it came to an end. As soon as the emotions got spilled and their desire had painted my body, it was like a switch had flipped. And all of a sudden I had been standing in the dark, feeling alone.

It’s nothing like that with Derek, and I keep finding myself waiting for the ball to drop.

It hasn’t yet though. He didn’t ask if I needed a ride home or could make it by myself. Instead he handed me a toothbrush and one of his shirts to sleep in as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.