Page 62 of Close Protection

Desire coursed through Julia as she watched Ivy come undone, and she continued her pace, plunging her fingers deep within Ivy, in and out, then curling them up to reach her G-spot and make her see stars.

Julia felt Ivy’s entire body coil tightly and watched as Ivy moved her hand from her breast to grip the sheets, and Julia picked upthe pace, insistently fingering her while pressing down firmly on her clit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m about to come,” Ivy moaned, her voice laced with pleasure.

“Come for me. Let it out.”

And Ivy did. Her muscles tightened around Julia’s fingers as she was deep inside Ivy, and she cried out as ecstasy crashed over her, wave after wave of pleasure.

Julia slipped her free hand underneath the small of Ivy’s back, cradling her close as the aftershocks ran through her and didn’t let go until Ivy’s body stopped shaking from pure pleasure.

Julia could feel her own wetness insistent between her legs.

She repositioned herself until she was straddling Ivy’s thigh and pressing her clitoris against it delightfully.

“May I?” she looked to Ivy’s brilliant green eyes.

“I’d rather you rode my face,” Ivy smirked up at her. “I want you to come in my mouth.”

Kinky bitch!

Julia laughed. She couldn’t remember ever being with a woman as forward as Ivy,but she certainly wasn’t about to turn down Ivy’s wants and desires.

“Alright little Ms. Kinky. That sounds like fun to me.” Julia moved up Ivy’s body until she was straddling her face. Ivy smiled up at her and held her thighs as she lowered herself down onto Ivy’s waiting tongue.

The first feeling of Ivy’s tongue in her pussy sent bolts of pleasure through her.

Don’t come too fast, Julia!

But Julia wasn’t sure she would have much of an option as Ivy began long firm licks from her anus to her clitoris. Every nerve ending felt like it was on fire. She wanted to come in Ivy’s face more than she could ever remember wanting anything.

Julia ground herself down on Ivy’s mouth feeling the most delicious pressure against her clitoris as she ground back and forth.

She felt like she was in heaven itself, flying high, her fingers woven into Ivy’s golden hair.

Julia pressed again, harder and it was seconds later when her orgasm exploded through every tiny part of her body. She felt herself squirting in pleasure, gushing into Ivy’s mouth- who swallowed it eagerly.

Julia had never been so turned on by a sexual partner. She rode out her orgasm on Ivy’s face before her body slackened and relaxed and she rolled off Ivy and onto the bed.

Ivy was licking her lips, her eyes hooded with desire. “You taste so fucking good,” she said.

Julia laughed, “You are a filthy bitch,” she said in response. “I mean that as the very highest sexual compliment. You make me feel alive sexually in ways I haven’t for years, or maybe ever.”

Ivy smiled with pride on her face. “Good. I like that.”

Julia leaned in and kissed her, tasting her own sex on Ivy’s lips. “I like it, too,” she said.

After, she lay beside Ivy, threading her leg between Ivy’s as she pulled the woman close.

For several minutes they lay entwined, moonlight shifting across the bed as clouds drifted past windows. Julia's fingers traced idle patterns along Ivy's spine, touch no longer measured or cautious but affectionate, claiming.

"I've never been good at this part," she admitted finally, voice low in the darkness.

"What part?" Ivy propped herself on one elbow, studying Julia's face.

"After." Julia gestured vaguely between them, struggling to articulate the vulnerability that felt so foreign. "When it's not just physical anymore."

The confession revealed a truth she rarely acknowledged even to herself—that behind the professional distance lay a woman unaccustomed to connection.

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