Get a Grip (Hollywood Nights) (22 page)

             
“Where?”

             
“On..my…” He pressed and she tightened against the pressure. “Butt.”

             
“Interesting.” He slid his other hand around to gently stroke her clit. She breathed a long sigh of pleasure and her body relaxed enough for the easy, but steady pressure of his finger to slip in. “I’ll settle for the PG rating of the vocabulary because I know this is new for you.”

             
He pressed into her farther as he manipulated her clit. As soon as she moaned pleasurably, he began to push and pull in and back until she was moving her hips at that pace. He pushed a second finger into her and she cried out on a moan.

             
“It doesn’t seem like you hate this,” he said.

             
She didn’t answer.

“Do you?”

              Her head shook no.

             
“Then ask me to keep doing it.”

             
He stilled both sets of fingers and she tried to keep moving against them. “You know you have to ask for it.”

             
“Will you keep moving?”

             
“Moving what?”

             
“Will you keep moving your fingers?” She was breathless. Tired, but her engorged pussy and the new wetness there let him know she was right there with him in the moment. He just needed her to let go.

             
“Where?”

             
She took a fortifying breath. He could see her shoulders lift as she did so. She said quickly, “Will you keep moving your fingers on my pussy and butt.”

             
“Yes.” He stretched her by stretching his fingers apart and she groaned. He could tell she was trying to relax and let him. He praised her, “That’s it, relax. Focus on the part that feels good. That’s it sweetheart. Now tell me you want me to fuck you in your ass.”

             
Her compliance came faster than he anticipated. She said it so quietly he had to say, “I didn’t hear you.”

             
A little louder she said, “I want you to fuck me in the ass.”

             
“Do you?” he said as he pushed his fingers in and she pushed back against them to take more. “Because it doesn’t sound like you do.”

             
“Yes,” she said breathless. He could feel the muscles getting tighter inside of her. He knew she was back on the train but she was pulling into that station sooner than he wanted her to get there. He needed her to, “Say it like you mean it. Like you know you are going to enjoy it. Like you want it. Like you want everything from me, Ivy.”

             
Moisture surged onto the fingers stroking her clit. She pressed back against his fingers in her ass until there was no more there for him to give. His cock was straining. He wasn’t going to last a minute and he knew that. It wasn’t about fucking her in the ass. It was about trust, acceptance, and surrender of her body to him completely for those moments.

             
“Bo,” she said through a heavy breath, “I want you to fuck me in the ass. I want you to make me enjoy it. Make me want it bad, and give me every fucking thing you got.”

             
Her back was arching. She was going to come soon and he was not sure he was going to get a second chance at this tonight if she did. He pulled out his fingers and said, “Roll over.”

             
“What?” Her body was still moving, searching for hands that were no longer on her.

             
He picked up the cloth next to his foot, wiped his hands, put the condom on, and put more lube on his fingers. “Roll over, sweetheart. I want to see your face when I do this. I want to know you want me.”

             
She moved to her side and then rolled face up. Her face immediately blushed. She looked at his neck, not his eyes.

             
“Hey.” He leaned down to lick the soft folds of her flesh and the stiff clitoris that had been his ally in getting him the things he wanted. Her hand moved to his head and pulled him closer, her fingers closed and his hair pulled. He pushed up and she whimpered. “I’ll make you come. You know I will. I just want to be inside when you do.”

             
She nodded.

             
“I hope one day you won’t feel embarrassed about this stuff,” he said as he moved into position. He looked down at her and said, “Stroke your nipples. That’s it. I’m just going to rest against it, now a little pressure. Relax. Breathe.”

             
“You’re bigger than two fingers,” she said as she closed her eyes. Her face tensed as the head of his cock breached the tight ring of muscle at her anus. Once he was past it, she breathed out hard and fast. He did his best to maintain control. She was so tight everywhere, but here it was incredibly tight and so smooth. Her eyes flashed open. He circled her clit and she opened her mouth on a gasp. She groaned and pushed against him. “I…want you to fuck me in the ass, Bo.”

             
She surprised him. His hips lurched forward in response without any command from his brain. She gasped then said, “Keep going. It feels good. I can’t really tell you, it just feels so fucking good now.”

             
Now
he
needed to breathe and relax. He worked her clit in the rhythm he knew would make her come. She was lifting to push against him. Her fingers pinched the nipples of her breasts as his fingers spun the top of her clit. Her body bowed, arched, a scream lost on the air broke out as she shuddered around him. He kept spinning his fingers and sure enough she clamped again, not as hard as the first time, but another roll of pulsations gripped him. Her body jerked. Her hand came down to move his fingers away from her clit.

             
She settled. An errant pulse raced through and made his eyes close on a moan of his own. He was barely hanging on at this point. It took every shred of discipline he had, but he wanted her to like it. He wanted her to trust him to make her happy, to bring her pleasure.

             
She raised her arms above her head and touched the headboard. She whispered, “I love you.”

             
He shifted the angle and leaned over her to kiss her lips, her cheeks, her nose, and her eye lids. He pushed himself deep inside of her and then began a slow grind in and out of her until he was shaking like a leaf and could no longer focus on kissing and thrusting. As if she knew this was the moment to take everything she had just given him back she said, “That’s it, come for me. I want you to come inside of me. Give me everything you’ve got, Bo. Push that big cock deeper. That’s it.”

             
“Put your arms around me.” He could not believe he just said that. But he did. She wound her arms around him and gripped his shoulders.

             
“I am yours, Bo Bliss. All yours.” She leaned up and licked his neck. She pulled his flesh between her teeth and sucked. He spent instantly. His body tensed and loosened so quickly he collapsed on top of her in a boneless, breathless heap of muscle and bone. She stroked the length of his spine and said, “And you are mine. All mine.”

             
He smiled. She had in fact taken the reins. She had marked him. She possessed him heart and soul and he could not deny it. He remembered that there may be more than just Ivy crushing under his weight and he shifted, pulled out of her slowly, and enjoyed the sound of her breath as he did.

             
“I love you.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “And Ivy,” he said and she smiled sleepily at him. “My heart and soul are yours. Don’t break them.”

Chapter 9

              “What’s this?” Ivy smiled as she picked up the box with her name on it. She was sure there was jewelry inside of it, but still no ring. It looked like it might hold a bracelet.

             
He looked at the box, frowned, put his hand on the back of his neck and said, “I still don’t think it’s good enough. It doesn’t express just how much…”

             
She smiled. He was silly if he thought anything he got for her wasn’t going to be great. She didn’t care about the item itself. For her, it was really the thought that counted. “Don’t be silly.”

             
She opened the box and looked at three rings. Each had a unique cut, color, carat, and design. Her eyes widened and she asked, “You want me to choose?”

             
“No, no. There is no choice in the matter other than which one you want to wear at any given time. I have this one too.” He stepped closer and moved to one knee in front of her. “I know it’s a little late to formally ask this, but will you marry me again?”

             
He held up a traditional ring. A solitaire, round, simple, beautiful slid onto her finger. She bit into her lower lip and gave him her left hand. He slid it onto her finger and said, “This is traditional. I had the others made for you so you could have options.”

             
“I don’t want options. I want you.” She looked down at him and he looked up at her.

             
“None of them are good enough. I have looked at thousands of rings, and I just couldn’t pick one. I narrowed it down to these four specifically because I thought you would like to wear them as jewelry. For the purpose of binding us together, a ring just doesn’t seem sufficient.” He tilted his head and said, “Well?”

             
“What?” Her head was still adjusting to the thought of him searching all this time for a perfect ring and then picking four. She worried he thought she was more of a diva than she really was.

             
“I just proposed. A simple yes or no could go a long way right now.” He chuckled.

             
“Oh. Oh! Yes, of course I will.” She had been caught up in the conversation and forgot to answer the question. He stood up and their tilts changed as she now looked up at him and him down at her. She smiled at him and he leaned down to kiss her.

             
The kiss was far too brief for her liking. He asked, “Do you have a favorite?”

             
She looked at the box again and at the rings inside of it. She looked at the one on her hand. She admitted, “They are all exceptionally beautiful. I think each one is special for a different reason.”

             
“But?’

             
“But you are right. They are just rings. I have an idea.” Ivy sat the box back on the counter and started for the door. “Come on. I want you to go with me.”

             
“Go where?”

             
“You’ll see.”

***

             
Bo looked around the place as they walked in. He had considered a tattoo off and on throughout his life, but never got around to doing anything about it. He was pretty glad he hadn’t since his ideas had ranged from surfboards to scripture.

             
“Come here,” Ivy said and crooked her finger at him. “What do you think of that one?”

             
“That’s a really big design.” He was not so sure this was a good idea if her idea of commemorating their love for one another included a skull that said death is freedom.

             
“Not the design, the letters, the font, silly.” She giggled. He was sure he visibly relaxed. She looped her arm around him and said, “It’s just two letters, but I want them to be pretty. That isn’t a pretty statement on that tattoo, but the lettering is nice.”

             
“You’re here to get my name tattooed on you?” He was surprised, pleased, flattered, and humbled all at the same time.

             
“Yes.” She nodded. “I’m thinking right here.”

             
“I think that might hurt.” He didn’t want his name on the back of her neck. He didn’t want needles that close to her spine. “Maybe here.”

             
“But if I’m pregnant that might stretch.” She pursed her lips a moment and said, “But I could put it here or here.”

             
“If you put it there it might stretch from pregnancy too,” he said as he lightly touched her cleavage. “If you put it here, you don’t have to worry about stretching so much, and would only have to worry about other people seeing it if your clothing doesn’t cover that spot.”

             
He liked the idea of it being right below her ribcage on her side. She nodded. He knew it was settled then. She started to walk towards the counter to talk to the tattoo artists and he grabbed her hand. She turned to face him and he asked, “Do you want me to use the same lettering?”

             
“You’re…going to get one too?” She seemed so surprised by it.

             
“Yeah, of course I am. Where do you think it should go?” He rubbed his thumb along her fingers he held firm in his hand.