Page 36 of Resisting the Handsome Doctor
It's true. No woman has ever felt like this. I've had sex before. Not a lot, but enough to know what I'm doing, and this is different. This is better. Maybe it's because she's Ivy. Maybe it's because I've wanted this for fifteen years. Maybe it's because there's nothing between us, just skin on skin, her wet heat gripping me like a vice.
Or maybe it's because every time before her was just practice. Preparation for this moment, this person, this connection that feels like it's rewiring my entire brain.
I know one thing for certain: I'm never letting her go.
There's no going back to the city without her. No more pretending I can build a life somewhere else. Blackwater Falls is home now, not because of the town, but because of her.
I'll figure it out. I'll find a way to make it work. I'll open a practice here, work at the local clinic, anything. As long as I get to wake up next to Ivy Rose every morning for the rest of my life.
"More," she whimpers, and I realize I've slowed down, lost in my thoughts. "Owen, please, more—"
"I've got you." I pick up the pace again, angling my hips so I hit that spot inside her that makes her roll her eyes. "Is this what you need? My cock deep in your pussy?"
"Yes… God, yes—"
She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer, deeper. The position change makes us both groan, and I can feel her tightening around me.
"I'm close," she pants. "Owen, I'm so close!"
"Let me feel it." I lean down, "Cum for me, Ivy. Cum on my cock."
She does.
Her whole body goes rigid, her back arching off the couch. Her eyes roll back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream. Then the sound comes. This gorgeous, uninhibited cry of pleasure that echoes through the small house.
A tear slides down her cheek, and for a second I panic, until I realize it's not pain. It's too much pleasure, too much sensation, too much everything.
She's never looked more beautiful.
Her pussy clamps down on me like a fist, rhythmic pulses that milk my cock, and I know I'm done. There's no holding back. Not from this. Not from her.
"Ivy, fuck, I'm gonna cum!"
"Yes," she gasps, her hands coming up to cup my face. "I want it. Want all of it. Every last drop inside me."
Shy, quiet Ivy Rose just told me she wants me to cum inside her. Told me she wants every drop.
I'm lost.
I bury myself as deep as I can go and let go, pumping her full of my release. The sensation is overwhelming. Her wet pussy, her tight walls still fluttering around me, the knowledge that nothing separates us.
"Fuck, Ivy!" I can barely form words. My whole body is shaking, and I'm groaning so loudly it should be embarrassing, but I can't bring myself to care.
Ivy's hands are still on my face, her thumb stroking my cheekbone.
"I've dreamed about this moment for years," she whispers. "Exactly this. You and me. Finally."
Her words trigger something in me, something primal and possessive. I feel another surge of cum pulse into her, a second wave that makes me groan again, my hips jerking involuntarily.
"Jesus Christ," I pant, collapsing onto her but trying to keep most of my weight on my elbows. "That was incredible, Ivy."
"I know." She's smiling up at me, looking thoroughly debauched and absolutely radiant. "I know."
We lie there for a moment, both of us trying to catch our breath. I'm still inside her, softening but not ready to leave yet.
"You okay?" I finally manage to ask.
"I'm perfect." She runs her fingers through my hair, and the gesture is so tender it makes my chest tight. "That was fantastic... I had no idea it could be like that."
