Brothers of Paradise Series

With her hair a blonde halo above her, her nude, lithe body moving on top of me… Forever. I could do this forever.

And then she comes again with my thumb working her clit, and I marvel at how easy this seems to be for her compared to her earlier fears. Her breathing rises and crests, her movements growing quicker.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter, not able to help myself, arching up beneath her in pleasure as her tight heat contracts around me. It’s a damn near thing to hold myself back.

She collapses on top of me, her heart thundering in her chest. I wrap my arms around her waist and breathe heavily, still buried inside her and still rock hard.

“Wow,” she whispers. “That wasn’t… you… good.”

“Beautifully phrased.”

She chuckles against my chest, reaching up to kiss me. Every time she pulses, I can feel my cock twitch in response. The self-control it’s taking me not to move feels like it’s shaving years off my life.

Still worth it.

“Was I too quick?” Ivy asks. “You still haven’t come.”

I snort. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

She flicks her hair to the side, and it drapes over me like a silken blanket. “How do we fix that?”

“I can think of a few ways.” Moving my hips chief amongst them, but I keep them still. “Ready to try a new position?”

Ivy nods and lifts herself off me. I draw in a breath at the sensation of suddenly leaving the slick, tight heat of her. The world outside is not nearly as hospitable.

She turns over on her back and I rise up on my arms above her, kissing her deeply. She wraps her arms around my back, kissing me back like she’s never done anything else. Like she never wants to do anything else.

I push her legs apart with my knees, still kissing her. And then I push in slowly, watching her face the entire time. She’s biting her lip, but true to her word, there isn’t a hint of pain in her eyes.

My pace is faster than hers, there’s no denying it, but she’s more yielding now, too. So unbelievably tight and hot around my cock that it’s difficult to think.

I run my hand up the soft skin of her outer thigh, pulling her leg up. Ivy gets the message and wraps them around the small of my back, and fuck yes, this is how I want her.

Fiery and soft beneath me.

My hips start moving on their own, quick thrusts that push me deeper and deeper. Ivy’s eyes are on mine, her hands behind my neck.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Her mouth is a round O of pleasure and I’m not going to last for shit. This has already been the most anticipated, drawn-out sexual experience of my life. Her hand slides down to lock around my bicep as she glances down. Watching where we join.

“You like seeing it?”

She nods, tilting her hips to meet mine. I bury my head against her neck and groan, because there’s no fucking way it’ll ever be this good again.

Ivy holds me close. “You feel so good inside me.”

Her words send my already electric body into overdrive. Pleasure starts at the base of my spine and radiates out, shooting through me, everything contracting. My hips move on their own as my orgasm barrels out of me.

I kept my face rested against her neck, breathing through the intensity of my release. Perhaps I’m crushing her. Perhaps I should move. But I can’t, not while my hips still push into her.

“Jesus Christ,” I mutter.

Ivy doesn’t let me go. She just holds me tight, and I wonder if I’ll ever muster the strength to leave. I can’t imagine ever wanting to.

“I could feel you,” she says, her tone one of pleasure and wonder. “When you came, I could feel it.”

I give a tired chuckle. “I’m not surprised. Fuck, I haven’t come that hard in forever.”

Lifting myself up on an elbow, her smile is triumphant and shy at the same time. She pushes a lock of hair off my brow. “That’s a compliment I like.”

“Greedy.”

“Mhm, with you I am.” She lifts her neck and I oblige, pressing my lips to her. The kiss is soft, but I know I need to move. Grab and discard the condom before we have a different kind of problem on our hands.

She frowns when I leave, but I return soon enough, lifting up the covers so she can slide underneath.

“So?” I ask, stretching out beside her. My entire body feels hot and tired, like I’ve just finished running a marathon. In some ways I think I might’ve. “You have to give me the debrief.”

“The debrief?” The dark makeup around her eyes has smudged a bit, but it doesn’t detract the least from her beauty. If anything, it makes her look wilder.

“You just had sex,” I remind her. “You’ll have to tell me how it was.”

She laughs and reaches out to run a hand through the smattering of hair on my chest. “That’s a very personal question. I’m not sure we’re quite there yet.”

I groan in mock disappointment. “And here I thought we were becoming friends.”

“Friends? How presumptuous, Mr. Marchand.”

I close my eyes. “Ugh.”

“What?”

“That’s what my dad is called, or my older brother.”

She giggles, walking her fingers down to my abs. “Rhys.”

“Much better. Now lay it on me. How was your first time? And before you respond,” I say, reaching out to slide my arm under her neck, “remember that I’m a man. My ego is very fragile.”

“Nothing about you is fragile, and least of all your ego,” Ivy says. “And before I do, I want to know what it was like for you.”

“Answering a question with a question is bad form.”

She rolls her eyes. “Tell me.”

“Really fucking good,” I say. Ivy, naked and soft against my side. A giant hotel bed to lounge in. A foreign city right on our doorstep. “Really, really fucking good.”

Ivy rests her head on my shoulder. “I was concerned it wouldn’t be, for you. Considering I don’t know what to do.”

“You know what to do, all right.”