Page 67 of Strange Love

The taste of her lips lingers on mine as Ivy responds to my kiss, her tongue meeting mine with a soft urgency. My body moves over hers, our positions shifting until I’m between her legs. She spreads them willingly, inviting me in. Her tongue dances with mine, retreating and plunging in a dance of passion and desire. Occasionally, I pause to nibble on her lower lip, savoring the sweet taste of her.

Dipping my head lower, I trail soft, feather-light kisses down her neck, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my lips. I bite and suck at Ivy’s neck, reveling in the sounds of pleasure that escape her lips. My erection presses against her, eliciting moans from both of us.

My hand, finding its way to the bottom of her sweatshirt, slips underneath and travels up. I can feel the warmth and softness of her breast in my palm as I tease her hardened nipple with the pad of my thumb.

Leaving a trail of kisses along her neck, I arrive at her hardened nipple. With a flick of my tongue, she arches into me, her fingers tangling in my hair. I take her nipple into my mouth and suck gently at first before increasing the pressure, knowing it will drive her wild.

With practiced and precise movements, my fingers glide under her soft sweatpants, tracing the curves of her warm belly. Her gaze never leaves mine as I retreat to the small patch of hair between her legs, only to realize she’s not wearing underwear.

My arousal becomes almost unbearable at the realization.

“What are you doing to me?” I growl, eagerly helping her remove her sweats and pulling her sweatshirt over her head. In front of me lies a goddess, her body begging for my touch. Every inch of her is perfection, from the sun-kissed strands of blonde hair cascading down her shoulders to her piercing blue eyes to the swell of her breasts to the alluring curve of her feminine hips.

Unable to resist longer, I place tender kisses on her smooth belly and trail them along her hip bones.

“Corey,” she whispers, bringing me back to reality. “You need to get naked.” I chuckle in response, realizing I had been so captivated by her beauty that I had forgotten I was still fully clothed.

As I sit back on my heels and reach for the back of my sweatshirt to pull it over my head, Ivy pounces on me with a mischievous grin. Her weight sends us both tumbling backward, laughter bubbling from our lips as she urges me to lift my hips so she can slide off my sweatpants. With a hungry look in her eyes, she takes in the sight of my bare body, eliciting a shiver of excitement through me.

“You weren’t wearing underwear either?” she teases, her voice dripping with desire.

I quickly flip her onto her back and crawl on top of her, pressing my lips against hers before trailing kisses down her neck. My teeth graze and nibble at the sensitive skin, causing her to arch into me with a soft moan. When I finally reach her breasts, her tightened nipples beg for attention. I take one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the hard peak before sucking on it as I knead the other breast with my hand.

With each flick of my tongue and tug of my lips, Ivy becomes more undone, throwing her head back in pleasure. As I feel her hips rise in response to my touch, I move my hand between her legs, sliding my fingers through her pubic hair and into her wet pussy. The evidence of her arousal is unmistakable, and with ease, I insert a finger inside her while leaning up to kiss her with even more devotion.

Alternating between the rhythmic thrusts and focused stimulation of her clit, Ivy’s body responds eagerly to my touch. Her breath hitches, and her kisses become desperate as she surrenders herself to the pleasure.

“That’s it, Baby. Come for me,” I urge, my fingers increasing the pressure on her sensitive bundle of nerves.

Her body begins to tremble and quake around me, her legs quivering and hips lifting off the bed as her orgasm surges through her. She arches her back and cries out my name.

I tenderly kiss her lips as she smiles, running my hand through her hair and brushing it away from her flushed face.

Moving to retrieve a condom from my bag, Ivy’s eyes rake over me with desire. Turning back to her, I take a moment to appreciate the sight before me. Laid out naked and vulnerable, she is the epitome of beauty in this moment.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask once more, my voice strained with worry.

“I have never felt more certain about anything,” she replies, her eyes filled with determination.

With a flick of my wrists, I tear open the condom and toss the wrapper carelessly to the floor. Ivy’s gaze remains fixed on me as I roll it down my aching cock. The anticipation is palpable as we both know what will happen.

Once fully sheathed, I lower myself onto her, parting her legs eagerly. My lips latch onto her sensitive nipples, sucking and teasing until she moans and arches her back. Slowly, I make my way up to her waiting mouth, plunging my tongue inside as our bodies grind against one another in anticipation.

But then, breaking away from our heated kiss, I lift myself slightly and meet her gaze. With deliberate movements, I guide myself into her heat, inch by agonizing inch. Every muscle in my body tenses with restraint as I resist the urge to snap my hips forward. Instead, I hold back and savor every moment, allowing her time to adjust and revel in the exquisite sensation of being so connected with the woman I love.

Ivy’s hands grip my hips and pull me closer, urging me to push completely inside of her. She winces as I do, so I pause and press my lips against hers in a soft kiss.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I ask with genuine concern in my voice.

“I’m perfect,” she responds with a breathy sigh, her eyes locked onto mine.

“I love you,” I tell her and I start moving my hips, undulating to avoid going too deep and causing her discomfort. The way she feels around me is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, tight, warm, and all-consuming. But it’s not just the physical sensation that overwhelms me— it’s the intimacy, trust, and care she has for me. She knows me better than anyone else ever has, and yet, she still wants me, not because of my status as a hockey player or the way I look, but for who I am. Her desire for the real me, the bastard kid from the trailer park, is the biggest turn-on I’ve ever known.

“I love you, too,” she confesses, her nails digging into my back with urgent need. Her sharp claws trail down my spine, leaving a fiery sensation in their wake. She begins to relax into our rhythm, her moans growing louder and more intense with each thrust of my hips. I watch as her body becomes flushed with excitement, her skin glowing in the room’s dim light.

I pull back on my knees, giving myself better access to her most sensitive spot. With one hand guiding our movements and the other focused on pleasuring her clit, I can see the pleasure building within her, reflected in the arch of her back and the way she barely moves against me.

With each stroke, I intensify the pressure on that special spot she craves, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She tightens around me, her muscles contracting and releasing in perfect harmony.