Page 4 of The Marriage Agreement
The rain is now a heavy downpour. When I turn to face Ivy, I see that her dress is now righted, but the heavy downpour has soaked it through and made it practically transparent. Her nipples are erect, very visible, and so outlines her pussy. Going back to the party like this is not an option for her. “Can we find shelter from the rain?” I shout above the downpour. She nods and takes my hand. My stomach wobbles. I clamp down on the wayward emotion.
Ivy takes me to a cottage on the premises, and we enter inside. It’s styled like a lighthouse. It’s colored in white and blue with round windows that overlook the ocean. The interior carries the same sailor theme, if not upscale. Thankfully, it’s warm inside.
“There’s a bathroom over there,” she points to the door beyond the tiny living room-cum-bedroom we’re in.
“You go first,” I say. She goes into the bathroom while I sit on the chair and take my phone out. The battery’s dead. My phone was hanging on three percent the whole night and I should have done something about it earlier, but I didn’t. I look around for a charger. There isn’t one.
“Phone’s dead,” I say to Ivy when she gets back. She has removed the soaked dress and has a towel wrapped around herbody. My nostrils flare at the sight of her shapely legs. I feel my cock harden.
We’ve had sex and I still want more.
“I don’t think there are chargers here.” She looks around in the same areas I searched and shrugs when she finds nothing. “Don’t you want to get into something dry?” Ivy adds. “You could catch a cold.”
I glance down at my soaked clothes. Not only are they making me colder, they’re making a mess and dripping everywhere. I nod. “Right.” As I’m making my way to the bathroom, she says, “But there’s no set of clothes. Only towels.”
“Oh.”
A few minutes later, Ivy and I were sitting on the bed bundled in towels as we listened to the rain pouring outside. Once it started, it hasn’t subsided. We had said nothing for half an hour and it was feeling awkward. What do you say after having sex with someone you’ve been avoiding all day, only to find out you enjoyed it and they were a virgin? “Do you have your phone?”
Ivy shakes her head. “I left it at home.” She turns her gaze to the window streaked with rainwater. “I don’t think the rain will end anytime soon.”
“No.”
“We might have to spend the rest of the night here.”
The implication of her words is obvious. I’ve been avoiding earnestly looking at her, but now my gaze travels down her body. The towel she has on has been loosening for a while now and any slight movement on both our parts and it’s going down. I want to see her again. I want to touch her soft curves again. And this time, I want to do it right.
“Is that what you want?” My voice is gruff and lower than I intended.
“Is that what you want?”
There’s only one way to answer her. Gently, I tug her towel and with that slight action; it pools to her waist. Her breasts look magnificent under the dim light of the cabin. They’re not too big, nor are they small. I take one in my hand. They are perfect. She’s perfect. “I shouldn’t have taken you like that,” I say as I play with her nipple.
Ivy gasps. “I told you. That’s what I wanted.”
“You deserve to be worshipped like the goddess you are. Not taken against a fountain.”
I lay her down on the bed and draw the towel off her, then I untangle mine and drag her feet to the edge of the bed. I kneel before her glistening pussy. It’s pink and wet and looks so inviting. She squirms when she feels my tongue on her. I hold her legs still and give her the worship that was long due. She moans, whimpers, and writhes as I feast on her. Her responsiveness to my ministrations encourages me to thrust my tongue deeper inside her. To flick her clit with my finger. To lap every juice. Her orgasm comes in waves. A tiny quiver followed by intense writhing, throbbing, and shaking.
“God, you’re so sweet,” I say as I come up to lie beside her, only to frown when I see tears on her cheek.
“What’s wrong?”
“That was so…” she searches for a word and after a while she says, “earth-shattering,” and draws me to her to give me one of the sweetest kisses I’ve ever shared with anyone. “I love you.”
The words are a bare whisper against my lips. If we weren’t so close, I would not have heard them, but I did. And instead of the familiar revulsion, I usually feel whenever one of my girlfriends says the same thing after sex, the feeling doesn’t come. Instead, my heart warms. Nonsensical. It’s the wine, I tell myself, but I haven’t been drunk for a long time. She’s only saying it because I’ve just given her an orgasm. Telling her that, however, mightbreak her heart. Instead, I kiss her lips. We both fall asleep soon after.
A knock wakes me up. Light is streaming inside the cabin, glaring into my face as I open my eyes. The knock comes again. Ivy is in my arms and she moans at the sound. My dick goes to attention.
“Ivy,” I whisper, waking her up. She stretches her body, her breast popping out of the sheets. A nice dose of morning sex would be great just about now, but that knock on the door tells me that’s now impossible.
The knock grows louder the third time, followed by “Ivy!”
Fuck. That voice could only be—
The door crashes open, bringing in the sweet scent of morning dew and the last two people I would want to see now. The two Nolans. Ivy’s brother and father.
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