Magnetism

49 - when the door's closed

AN: this is a continuation from the last chapter and it's tiny but it's not conducive to the plot so I might delete it later :)

It wasn't the first time, it would never be the first time again, but I looked at Ivy and studied her face as if it was. Because taking them off would leave just me, nothing to hide behind. She wasn't demanding, Ivy was asking a question, one with two answers. Yes or no, yes or no. But no last chance, this could be stopped, paused or postponed; that's what I was looking for in her face - the all or nothing look, which wasn't there.

I continued to pull of my grey sports bra, leaving my breasts free so I tried to cover them as I waited the second it took for Ivy to move off of me. Her eyes were still on my face, the sort of look in her eyes that girls dream of seeing - and I hadn't even dreamed of seeing that look as perfect as it was in real life. I pulled my shorts down and off myself, letting them join our shirts on the floor.

"My underwear?" I asked, unsure of what to do

"Whatever you're comfortable with"

The immediate fact that it was Ivy made the decision for me instantly, and those too made their way to my floor.

As I laid bare in my room, I felt her hand cross over me turning me to that I was facing her. I watched her eyes as they wandered up and down me, matched by her hand. Her finger tips gently grazed up and down my skin leaving small goosebumps behind them.

"Can I make you feel good?" Ivy whispered, her face only a few centimetres from my own

"Like last time?"

She nodded, Ivy's hand withdrawing from my body and coming up to tuck my hair behind my ear.

"Yes"

As soon as the word came out my mouth, I moved to kiss her. Our lips finding each other instinctively and producing and instant blurring in my head. Because truly, nothing else ever had to matter again if this was my life. It was fulfilling and enough in a way that was indescribable to anyone who wasn't me and Ivy. Alive with desire and passion, Ivy pushed me back again. This time giving her access to the right side of my body. Something she took full advantage of as her hand slowly began to make her way down me.

She started at the top, with my neck and gently dragged down to my collar boney. Then further - my boobs. Ivy paused just above, breaking off the kiss for just a second, which let me catch my breath enough to nod. Then onto my breast. Her hand stayed there a while, running over the surface tugging my nipple lightly between her thumb and index finger. Eventually, she moved lower still. Her lips moving with and holding my gaze as she trailed below my belly button. I felt her hand continue to go down. Nervous anticipation filled, despite all logic that it wasn't needed.

"Can I try something?" She asked

I nodded, hoping for more of anything she had to offer.

Ivy moved her hand the final distance, starting a flicker of the fire I wished would burn. Her body shifted lower next me her, her head becoming level with my chest as she moved to her side next me. Hot breath hit my skin, too warm yet not enough. The pace of her hand stayed torturously slow as if she wanted me to ask for it, the way I wanted it. And then more. Her eyes flicked up at me, one last look into the clear caramel orbs and then her face wasn't even a centimetre from my breast. She licked a strip in my boob before taking my nipple lightly between her teeth.

Harsh stimulation with the hot dampness of her mouth, accompanied with her fingered begin to circle my opening, left my body in an entanglement of different feelings.

"Fuck" I swore as my eyes shut.

The mixture of stimulations overwhelmed me, a small spark being lit, too delicate for too much air. Then she let go of my boob, relieving some of the pressure I was feeling. I looked down to her, to her eyes feeling so desperate, hungry and overwhelmed. She didn't remove her hand, she paused slightly, lying herself back so that I could lay with her . My head tucked in her neck, the sweet smell of vanilla filled my senses. And just as I did, her first finger entered me just as her thumb kept circling above exactly where she knew it felt good.

"Feel good?" Ivy questioned

I nodded "Yeah"

She kept going, a devilish combination of relentless pleasure and the knowledge that it was all mine, everything she was giving to me. All of a sudden, I felt it again, the wave that started the fire. But I didn't jerk, instead a small noise came from within me. I took a sharp inhale, and looked up to try and find Ivy's approval. Needless to say, her eyes met my own and I was introduced to the most kind understand look.

"That means I'm doing it right" she smirked.

Ivy leant down, her lips gently brushing against my own, as she continued with the unrelenting pace. Then more, another finder inside me which made me tense. But only momentarily. She kept going, didn't stop, didn't let me catch my breath. I felt myself grown warming, my skin flushing with imminent feelings of extreme pleasure.

Then another wave, the one that stuck.

"Oh"

I felt the all consuming release as my orgasm arrived. My eyes shut, instantly moving as the force moved me. Ivy rode me through it, not stopping until my eyes opened again.

She let me curl into her, and brought her arm around my waist pulling me into her. For a couple of minutes we lay there, my mind and body still recovering from the intensity of what I'd just experienced.

"Thank you" I said

Ivy laughed a little, "you're thanking me for your orgasm"

"I am"

We made eye contact for the thousandth time that day, her eyes of fragmented honey no less as interesting as all the times before. Then I pressed our lips together once more. Every once of passion id just expelled, running back through me as another flicker began to light the growing fire that was us.

"Brooke" Ivy stopped me, "you don't have to"

"Not if you don't want me to" I countered.

"Are you sure?" she pressed, her hand once again pushing my hair behind my ear.

I nodded, "certain"