Prom Queen ⚢ [EDITING]

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"who knows what's ahead?"

It didn't take long for things to get heated between Ivy and me.

Soon after the officiation of our relationship, Ivy and I were back to kissing as we always were, except this time, our clothes seemed to come off much faster. Before I knew it, we'd both been in only our bras and underwear and I never felt more ready for anything in my entire life. My body was warm as Ivy's hands caressed my skin and I could feel myself falling into an unfamiliar emotion—one that I never felt with Graham, as I knew well by now.

As if she could tell I was thinking about him, Ivy's lips pressed against my neck and every thought I'd ever had about Graham soon disappeared. All I could focus on was how her tongue felt on my skin and how her breath tickled my nerves and heightened my desire. I could hardly pay attention to anything but her, even though my brain couldn't stay conscious enough to realize she was giving me a hickey—something I'd hated so much for so long.

Except, I didn't hate it as much coming from her. No, I craved it. I wanted her to mark every inch of my body with those precious lips until the entire state of Texas knew I was hers. I belonged to Ivy; I truly did. She held my heart in a way I'd never felt before and the way she touched me, the way she spoke to me—it was nothing short of magical. I was certain of that, especially when her fingers began unclasping my bra.

Once it fell apart, Ivy gently pulled it off of me in between our kisses, throwing it across my room. She took a moment to bask in the sight of my bare chest, staring adoringly at it with a short nibble of her lip.

"Fuck, you're beautiful."

I could've melted at her words.

Instead, I pulled her back into my lips and guided her hand to my boobs. She pressed onto my nipple immediately and I couldn't help the shallow whimper escaping my lips. I felt her begin to smile at the sounds she was earning from me as she continued to caress my body in such an intimate way. My heart was close to beating out of my chest when she touched me like this—it was phenomenal.

In the midst of Ivy's gentle touch, I found the confidence to try removing her bra, though it didn't work out for me as well as it did for her. My fingers couldn't seem to find the clasps and it was taking so long that I was scared it would ruin the mood. But then she took a break from fondling my chest to unclasp it herself, throwing it to match mine on my bedroom floor before getting right back to business. It was so quick, and seemed so easy for her, that I could only describe my emotion as awe. But most of all, she happened to make me impossibly more aroused.

Now that we were both completely topless, I was able to cross off the list a new sensation I'd never felt before Ivy: bare chest-to-chest contact. And holy shit, did it feel good. This was the most intimate I'd ever been with someone and I was finally starting to get the appeal of sex. More than get it—I was starting to develop a hunger for it. I wanted Ivy so badly that her simply touching me at this point wasn't enough. I needed her inside of me.