Brothers of Paradise Series

“Of course it didn’t.” I settle between her legs, pressing kisses to her inner thighs. Working my way up. Teasing, warming her up, not moving my lips or my tongue to the spot I know she wants me at. “I’ve fantasized about this too,” I tell her, knowing that women can be nervous about this, not that I’ve ever understood why. I just don’t want Ivy to be.

All I hear is a questioning hmmm?

I smile against her skin and settle in to work. Nudging her clit with my tongue, my fingers helping. Her heavy breathing is like music, and when she slides her hand into my hair… I devote myself to her pleasure.

Discovering which spots make her squirm, which areas she needs harder stimulation, and where I need to go deliciously slow. I ease one finger in. She immediately squeezes around my finger, and my cock throbs in response.

“Rhys…” she breathes, but there’s only pleasure in her voice, no pain.

I settle my mouth on her clit and suck gently, worrying it with my lips. Easing another finger inside of her, I curl it in tempo with my mouth.

It doesn’t take long until she explodes around my finger and against my mouth, arching up on the bed like she’s been pulled on a string. Looking up, she has one of her breasts clasped in her hand, her mouth half-open. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever fucking seen.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

And she damn near cuts off circulation to my finger with her squeezing.

I kiss her throughout her orgasm, my eyes never leaving her face. Her skin has flushed a rosy red.

She breathes heavy as she comes down off her high. “Oh my God,” she says weakly. “I didn’t think… I really didn’t think that would happen.”

I raise an eyebrow at her. “You doubted me?”

She snorts, but smiles at me. “I doubted myself.”

“Foolish,” I say, stroking up her inner thighs. “You can do anything, Ivy.”

I run my hands up her body, down her sides, her taut stomach. There’s not a part of her I don’t want to have seared with my hands, like I can mark her, learn her terrain. Ivy wraps her arms around me and I hold her, feeling more desire than I ever have before. More tenderness, too. The mixture makes my head dangerously light, and it’s not helped by my cock, now pushing against the softness of her stomach.

We kiss again, breaking off to breathe. “You set the pace,” I murmur. “You decide.”

“I want you inside me, Rhys.” She glances down, a furrow in her brow. “My vibrator isn’t that big, though.”

“We’ll go slow,” I promise, wondering how the hell I’m going to live up to that. Slow feels out of my reach, out of my vocabulary. What does the word even mean?

There’s only one way to ensure this goes slow.

I grip her hips and twist us around, pulling her on top of me. Her legs settle on either side as she straddles. “You’ll control the movement,” I tell her. “It’s better this way.”

Better because I don’t know if I can manage to ease in inch by inch like she needs. Reaching out to the bedside table, I grab one of the condoms.

Ivy watches me with avid interest as I undo the packet. “Another thing I want to learn,” she murmurs. “I’ve seen instructional videos.”

I snort. “Of course you have.”

“I’m probably the most knowledgeable virgin ever.” Her voice is breathless as she scoots down to give me access. I grip my cock in one hand and roll the condom on with the other.

It twitches in my grip, well-aware that it has a rapt audience.

“You’re knowledgeable, huh?”

“Just because I haven’t had sex doesn’t mean I haven’t read a ton about it.” Ivy slides back up and settles on my cock, bending it so it touches my stomach.

“Reading isn’t the same as doing.”

“So I’m learning.” She bites her lip and starts to roll her hips, sliding across my shaft. Fucking hell, but this woman is going to kill me before I’ve even entered her.

“That’s good,” I comment, which puts me in the running for the understatement of the year. I reach down and part her around me, so she’s riding the full length of me. She shivers as she grinds down, using me to hit the spot she needs.

Good is definitely an understatement.

I grip her hips, and then further up, weighing her breasts in my hand. A strand of her hair brushes my hand. “Whenever you feel like it,” I tell her.

She bites her lip in the way that I’m learning is unconscious, and beautiful, and makes me want to photograph her. She lifts herself up and I grip my cock, angling it so the head pushes against her entrance. And damn it, but if this wasn’t so strongly about her, I would have bucked my hips and pushed in on instinct alone.

Her eyes are wide and determined, her hands reaching out to rest on my chest. “Slide down,” I instruct her.

She keeps her eyes on mine as she starts to sink, and she’s more beautiful than I’ve ever seen her before. Wild and unbound, tentative and careful, focusing so strongly on what she’s feeling. She’s turned inwards, and yet the sensation she’s searching for is one of my doing.

The head eases inside, and both of us exhale in pleasure at that. It’s impossible not to. Her mouth forms a small O, a brief pinch in her eyebrows.

“Breathe and relax,” I tell her. “It’ll fit.”

Her breath is shaky, but she keeps going. And with every inch, pleasure spreads through my body, radiating from where we join. Every part of my body is tense-focused on that spot.

“You feel fucking unreal,” I tell her. “So, so good.”

She laughs, but it’s breathless, and it chokes off altogether when I press my thumb down on her clit.

“This helping?”

“I don’t know,” she whispers, “but don’t stop.”

Good thing I’m wearing a condom or I wouldn’t last.

“I can feel you so deeply,” she says, and her voice is wondrous. “I never thought about that.”

I’m not really thinking at all, but I nod, my thumb still working on her clit. “Is it getting easier?”

Ivy nods, sinking down fully. I’m buried to the hilt and it’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever experienced.

She releases a shaky breath. “Oh God.”

I close my eyes at the exquisite pleasure, the tight heat of her. The pain of not moving.

“It doesn’t hurt.”

My eyes open, but there’s only tentative pleasure on her face.

“It doesn’t. I feel… stretched. But in a good way.” And then she starts to move, and the sight of her coming earlier is replaced by this one as top of my list of sexiest things I’ve ever fucking seen. Because Ivy rolling her hips, carefully taking me in and out, hands on my chest as if I’m the only thing grounding her to earth…