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Chapter Three

    Feeling his hand caress the back of my skull, Ivor had a fist full of light brown hair in his hand. My face heated as my eyes focused on his face hovering  above mine. I was a slave to his touch, loved it when he was rough, and died when he didn't play fare.  With Ivor romance was better  then the novels, it was something that didn't have enough words to be described in perfect accuracy. To me it was like being a kid looking through the candy shop: everything looked good because you knew you didn't have enough money to buy it.  Only I have Ivor right now and he has me.

    "I need you." He says sternly unhooking my skirt and pressing his lips against mine.

  I undo his pants loving the way his hands feel going down my body. Everything he did was like he was memorizing me, his finger sending sensations through my skin, his hands groping and exploring all the right places. When my legs go around his waste he can make me go anywhere and he remain on top. Even if it's embarrassing to say I'll tell to him: I love the way he dominates when he's inside. My body can't help wanting him just like every other part or me does. 

    Tugging at the bottom of his lips he pins both my hands up and moves into me harder. I moan in between our heavy kisses and deep breathing as both of us just let ourselves go. The way he looks down at me isn't degrading it absolute pleasure and love.  When he's done I always look at how curly his hair looks, it's so beautiful it bring out how plump his lips are.  I feel his hot breath go down my neck and stare at him as he lays beside me.

    The muscle over his body are sweating and I admire how hard he worked. I moved his face to look at me and I kiss him deeply. My hand cresses his face and he allows me to do so.  There was no dictating or unbalance, there was just us and our feelings. The part I hated the most was pulling away but we both needed to breath at the same time.  When we finish unlike most we don't fall asleep, but the bed is very comfortable.

   "Ivor," I say surprised I even said something at all. "I need you too."

  He laughs at me but not like you would a child, no he laughed at me like I would want to be laughed at. I end up laughing too because maybe I did sound weird. It was better than telling him that I was: infatuated by everything- all things Ivor. Although infatuation is true I would rather not express that to him in words.  We were at a steady peace as of now and it was much better than  before. There was nothing I needed to figure out as of now. 

     "We should probably clean up in a bit," I say moving my hands through my knotted hair. "Malinda and Tom wouldn't want to see us like this, well maybe Malinda would."

   "They won't be here till later." He says studying my face. "I want to enjoy this."