Ivy complied. Eric rubbed her cheeks then spread them apart exposing her hole. “I can’t wait to put my cock in this tight little hole.” Eric took his tongue and ran up her crack, then he used the tip to penetrate her hole. Ivy moaned. Opening the lube Eric put a generous portion on his fingers, he slid one, two and a third finger into her ass preparing her for his dick.
“Oh, please,” Ivy moaned.
Eric lubed up his cock as he removed his fingers from Ivy’s ass.
Eric positioned Ivy over his cock. “Are you ready, babe.”
Ivy nodded yes as she slowly lowered herself onto Eric’s waiting cock. He moaned as she slid down. Ivy slid down slowly until he was fully embedded and she was seated on his lap with her legs bent on both sides of his torso. Ivy leaned back against Eric’s chest adjusting to his full penetration. Eric cupped her breasts and started playing with her nipples as he waited for Ivy to decide what to do next.
Eric decided to take charge of Ivy’s fantasy, if she wanted to take over he’d let her, but she seemed reluctant to move forward.
“I can see over your shoulder, Ivy,” Eric said into Ivy’s ear. “Your poor little pussy is so empty, don’t you want to put your toy in your pussy? It would feel so good for it to vibrate while you go up and down on the cock buried in your ass. Come on, babe,” Eric continued as he kissed the side of her neck. “My hands are busy on your big beautiful breasts, use yours with your toy. I wanna watch.”
Ivy nodded and picked up the vibrator. She turned it on and rubbed it against her clit moaning in pleasure.
“That’s it, beautiful, tease that little clit.” Eric tried not to buck his hips, the urge to thrust was overwhelming. “Put it in your pussy, push it in really deep,” Eric watched as Ivy pushed the dildo into her pussy. “Oh, yeah, that is so friggin’ hot.”
Ivy whispered, “I want to ride you.” Ivy started gliding up and down on Eric’s cock and the vibrating dildo.
Eric was ready to come after just one glide. “Come on, baby,” Eric murmured as he grasped her hips to support her as she bobbed up and down. He watched as she thrust in the dildo as she slid up his cock. “Damn, Ivy,” Eric said.
She glanced over her shoulder and grinned as her eyes rolled back. “Come…ing.” Ivy slid down on his cock and her whole body shook.
Eric held her tightly around the waist and buried his head in her neck as he ejaculated deep into her ass. “Holy shit,” he whispered.
Ivy giggled. “Ditto.”
His heart was racing. He tightened his hold on Ivy’s waist. Ivy leaned back and pulled the covers over them. “I’m not moving,” she said softly.
Eric felt Ivy’s body relax as she fell asleep with her back resting against his chest. He adjusted her body slightly and closed his eyes. After almost two days of uninterrupted sex he should be exhausted. Ironically he felt energized. Ivy was obviously spent.
Eric closed his eyes and matched his breathing to Ivy’s.
Chapter 12
“Eric,” Ivy called as she walked out of the bedroom. It was crazy, but she was apparently no longer obsessed with getting up early and playing the market. Nor was she obsessed with staying up late and playing the market. The only thing she seemed to be obsessed with was Eric. Luckily, he apparently was also obsessed with her.
“Out here, babe,” Eric called from the kitchen.
Ivy walked into the kitchen to find Eric making something that required hot oil. Ivy didn’t cook or clean. Well, her cleaning technique improved in the last week she’d been with Eric. She hated messes. Without a maid to clean and cook it was up to her and Eric to keep the place running. Much to her surprise she found cleaning kind of therapeutic. Cooking not so much. Both Laurel and Holly loved to cook so Ivy never needed to learn the skill. She was, however, an expert sampler.
“What are you making?” Ivy asked as she wrapped her arms around his waist.
Ivy looked into Eric’s gray eyes and sighed. Eric smiled as he leaned down to kiss her. Ivy tilted up her head and Eric pressed his lips to hers. Eric languidly deepened the kiss and Ivy eagerly stroked his tongue with hers.
Eric put down his spoon and pulled Ivy tightly against his chest. He lifted Ivy and placed her bare ass on the counter opposite the island that had the hot stove. Ivy moaned into Eric’s mouth as she reached down to unzip his zipper. “Damn, babe,” Eric murmured into her mouth, “you get me so friggin’ hard so friggin’ fast. If I’m not buried inside you I’m going to explode on the kitchen floor.”
Ivy guided Eric’s cock to her pussy using it to stimulate her clit. “Do what you need to, babe,” Eric said as Ivy continued to use the tip of his cock like a finger, his pre-cum like a lubricant. Ivy was panting hard when Eric thrust inside. Eric thrust hard and fast holding her by the ass to keep her steady.
“Look at me,” he demanded. “Look at me, I want to watch you come.”
Ivy looked into Eric’s gray eyes. “What do you need, babe?” Eric asked as he slowed his thrusts. He was gritting his teeth.
“Tease your clit,” he said in a guttural voice. “Give me your hand.” Ivy held up her hand and Eric licked her fingers. “Do it now.”
Ivy eagerly responded to the demand in Eric’s voice. She put her hand between their bodies and circled her clit as Eric watched her finger and his cock. “Look,” he demanded. “Watch my cock slide in and out of your perfect pussy.”
Ivy looked down and watched. “I’m going to come,” she shouted.
Eric started to move like a jack hammer. Ivy grabbed his shoulders as her body started to shake with her climax. Eric threw his head back and pulled her tightly against him as he shot his sperm deeply.
“I love how that feels,” Ivy panted as she felt Eric’s hot sperm fill her.
Resting his chin on her head Eric replied, “Me, too.”
Ivy pulled his head down and kissed him.
“Eric,” Ivy said, “I think something might be burning.”
“Shit,” Eric shouted pulling out of Ivy and turning back to the stove. He looked at her with a sheepish grin as he turned down the heat. “Well, the oil’s hot enough now.”
Ivy laughed and grabbed a clean dishtowel. She wiped off Eric’s penis and tucked it back into his pants. “Later, dude,” Ivy said to Eric’s cock as she gave it a little pat.
She took the towel and cleaned herself off and then tossed the towel in the laundry.
“You,” Eric said, pointing at Ivy, “sit over there and do not come near me until I’m done cooking. Drink,” he said, pointing at a steaming café au lait sitting on the kitchen table.”
“That’s no way to talk to your house guest,” Ivy said with a pretend pout. “It’s not my fault you can’t control your lust.”
“Ivy, damn it, I’m serious,” Eric said though he was smiling. “I’m trying to make a surprise for you and I don’t want to ruin it.”
“A surprise? For me?” Ivy said in a pretend girlie voice. “Well then, by all means carry on.” For this she used the voice she reserved for people who were trying to get her attention or her money.
Eric laughed. “Ivy, you are a piece of work.”
Ivy took a sip and lifted her brow. “A masterpiece wouldn’t you agree.”
“Absolutely,” Eric said with a grin as he removed little puffs of dough from the fryer and placed them in a mound of powdered sugar.
“Happy one week anniversary, Ivy.” Eric grinned as he placed the plate of beignets on the table in front of Ivy.
Ivy looked at the beignets and the café au lait. Then she looked up at Eric. “Oh, shit,” she said, “I think I’m going to cry.”
“What?” Eric said as he pulled her into his arms.
“You remembered,” Ivy said, gesturing to the food that Eric had made for her. “You really never found my number. You actually thought I left you without saying good-bye.”
“Babe, Ivy, look at me.” Eric’s gray eyes were full of concern. “Of course I remembered, I…”
Ivy’s phone s
tarted to ring. “Crap,” Ivy said, wiping the tears from her eyes. “That’s our emergency ringtone.”
The group text was from Holly. “Stepdemon is on the Daily Business Journal. He’s claiming he’s in control of the company.”
“Crap,” Ivy said again, handing the text to Eric to read. Eric turned on the TV.
“Thanks for joining us on Daily Business Journal your place for the most up to date information and hot tips of the day,” the commentator said.
Ivy watched as Eric took the remote and sped backward through the show. He gave her a rueful grin. “I record it.”
“Me, too,” Ivy replied smiling at another reminder of why they were perfect for each other. “Stop,” Ivy said as she spotted Antonio DeMarco on the screen.
Ivy and Eric stood in silence listening to DeMarco tell the world he was in control of Fairweather Cosmetics. “Grr, that S.O.B.,” Ivy said.
Her phone buzzed with the emergency ringtone, it was a message from Laurel. “It’s about time,” Ivy mumbled. She’d never replied to the text about the shipping company. Ivy and Eric had secured the stocks and other assets but they didn’t control the actual daily operation of the company. That was Laurel’s role.
“Hadn’t realized my phone was dead. I have this under control. Watch the 5:00 PM Daily Business Journal. Ivy—thanks for securing our investments. Holls—hope you are feeling better.” Ivy handed the phone to Eric.
“Well, it sounds like we’ve got a date with the Daily Business Journal,” Eric said.
The phone buzzed again, it was another message from Holly. “We’ll be watching…kick his ass.” Ivy started to laugh.
“What’s so funny?” Eric asked as he read the text.
“Holly,” Ivy replied, “she never curses.”
Ivy looked at the table with beignets and café au lait. “This,” she said, gesturing to the spread on the table, “is the best present ever.” Ivy picked up one of beignets and took a bite. “Mm,” she murmured. “That is so good.”
Eric picked up one and took a bite, powdered sugar flew everywhere and coated his lips. Ivy reached up and pulled his head down to lick the sugar from his lips. “Mm,” she murmured as she kissed the sugar from his face.
Ivy looked into Eric’s eyes as they laughed and talked. Oh shit, she thought, I’m in love with him. Totally and irrevocably in love.
“Hey,” Eric said as he kissed the rest of the powdered sugar from her lips, “you want to go back to bed?”
Ivy nodded.
Eric picked her up in the cradle of his arms, tucked her head against his chest and carried her to their bedroom. Ivy felt cherished and loved.
Chapter 13
Eric held Ivy’s naked body close as he turned on the TV to the afternoon version of the Daily Business Journal. He kissed her dark hair as she snuggled into his chest. He recognized the difference in their afternoon sex and the sex they’d had all week. It was better, they were making love not just having sex. It was more emotional and more intense and hot as hell.
He felt—what the hell was the word he was looking for—content and vulnerable. If Ivy left him again he didn’t know if he would survive. She was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. She was his other half.
“Good evening, ladies and gentleman,” the commentator said. “Tonight on Daily Business Journal we have the opportunity to interview three of our countries technology elite, Laurel Fairweather, Aidan Mille and Zander Miller. Welcome to the show.”
“Oh my God,” Ivy said with a giggle, “Laurel’s wearing one of their shirts. We really should have brought some other clothes. Well, I guess we thought we would be at Nana’s, we have plenty of clothes at Nana’s.”
“I don’t know,” Eric said as he rubbed his hand down Ivy’s smooth skin. “I like your lack of clothing.”
Ivy appeared to be listening intently as Laurel explained to the commentator and the audience at home that the Fairweather women were still very much in charge of their company. Eric wondered how intently she was listening when her hand found its way to his semierect cock.
“Go, Laurel,” Ivy said to the TV screen. Then glancing up at Eric she continued, “The Miller men are pretty hot.”
Eric couldn’t miss how her green eyes seemed to sparkle with merriment. “Not as hot as you,” Ivy said as her fingers cupped his balls.
Ivy started to laugh as Aidan described the personal service he and Zander were providing for Laurel.
“What’s so funny?” Eric asked, not sure what was humorous about the interview. He was definitely disappointed that whatever was making Ivy laugh resulted in her moving her hand.
Ivy was laughing so hard Eric thought she was going to choke. “Either they are both having sex with Laurel or they both want to have sex with Laurel. Everything they are saying is a double entendre, satisfied with service, personal service, tight market. Did you hear how he emphasized tight? They probably have their hands in her panties while they are being interviewed.”
Eric shook his head in the negative, but Ivy continued to laugh.
Ivy stopped laughing as she listened to Laurel’s explanation. “I think our investors will be satisfied with Laurel’s response. It was pretty brilliant to include the guys from A to Z Computer Security as part of the interview.”
“Yeah,” Eric agreed, “that was a pretty clear message to DeMarco. I’d say Laurel put the show in it’s in place with her remark about not reaching out to any of you, calmed any nervous investors, and sent out a message to DeMarco. You don’t mess with the Fairweathers.”
Ivy stared at the screen. “Eric look at her face, I think she’s about to have an orgasm. I swear to God it’s the same look I had on my face when you instructed me to watch in the mirror when I was climaxing.”
Eric didn’t get a chance to look at Laurel because the camera panned back to the commentator as she said her thanks and good-byes.
“Oh crap,” Ivy said as she started laughing again. “America just got a view of a never before publicized asset of Fairweather Corporation, Laurel’s boobs. That is so going to be all over social media.”
Ivy apparently was overcome by her sister’s public display on national television. She sent a message to Holly that Eric read over her shoulder. “Should we tell Laurel her boobs were on national television…”
Holly’s response was “LOL.”
Ivy’s next text was to Laurel. “Eric and I will secure our assets. Nice job.”
Then she followed with another text. “Thanks for sharing all of your assets…they were so round and perky…” Ivy said out loud, “I’ll add a smiley face.”
Ivy looked at Eric. “What? She’s my oldest sister. It is my job to taunt her as long as we both shall live.”
Eric couldn’t help but laugh. He was an only child and had never taunted nor was taunted by any siblings. He and Ivy should have lots of kids.
“What?” Ivy asked as she noticed Eric’s smile.
“Nothing,” Eric replied tossing Ivy to her back. “I was thinking it must be fun to have sisters.”
Ivy nodded in agreement. “I love my sisters. They’re my best friends. You, however, are my very best boyfriend ever.”
Eric pushed up on his arms so he was looming over Ivy. “And by your very best boyfriend ever, you mean your only boyfriend ever.”
“That, too,” Ivy agreed as Eric leaned down to kiss her.
Chapter 14
Ivy glanced up from her computer and watched Eric work. She loved working with him.
For the past two weeks they’d work with Laurel, Aidan and Zander to secure their online resources while Holly continued to work on her latest creation and the Carmichaels worked on the security of their physical assets.
“Eric,” Ivy said, attempting to sound exasperated. He looked up from his computer and grinned. “I can’t believe I agreed to this,” Ivy said as she leaned back in her chair while the mini vibrator pulsed in her vagina.
“Actually,” Eric said as he studi
ed his screen, “I believe it was your idea. Every time I thought about sex I was supposed to turn on the vibrator.”
“Damn, Eric.” Ivy laughed. “The thing has been going on and off all day with an emphasis on the on. I’m surprised it doesn’t need a new battery.”
“You know what I’m looking forward to when we actually go on a real date?” Eric asked.
“Um, me having on clothes that aren’t yours?” Ivy asked as she gestured at the T-shirt she was wearing.
“Nope,” Eric said, “I like you in my clothes or out of my clothes. I’m looking forward to going to a bar with you. You’ll have the little vibrator in your pussy and I’ll have this little remote in my pocket. All night long I’ll turn it on,” Eric turned the vibrator on. “And off,” he looked at the controller. “Or maybe not off, maybe more.” Eric increased the vibration and Ivy responded with a moan.
She really wanted to come. She’d been on the verge for hours. The rule Eric included was that she could do nothing to bring on an orgasm. He, however, Ivy was sure if she rubbed against anything for a second she’d have one hell of an orgasm.
“Ivy, do you want to come?” Eric asked in the tone Ivy loved. Ivy nodded her ascent.
“Come here, babe,” Eric demanded. Ivy walked to Eric’s chair.
“Take off your shirt,” was his next command. Ivy’s pussy clutched tightly around the vibrator.
Ivy pulled off her shirt and Eric took a deep breath. “You had that on all day?”
Ivy nodded her head in agreement. “Well, damn,” Eric said. “That’s a nipplace? That’s friggin’ hot.”
This nipplace was one of Ivy’s conservative choices. She’d selected it because it hung from her nipples with no other piece visible. All day as Eric played with the vibrator Ivy tugged on the chain stimulating her nipples at the same time.
Eric tugged the chain gently while he increased the tempo of the vibrator. “Spread your legs,” he demanded. Ivy smiled. He must have seen the jewelry adorning her clit.
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