Page 3 of The Marriage Agreement
“We can’t do this here,” I say. It’s insane. It’s wrong, but I want her. She’s mine.
“We can,” she says. “The center is hard to find.”
“We’ll be caught.”
“We won’t.”
“I don’t have any protection.”
She takes hold of my head, pulls me down, and kisses me. “I’m on the pill.” Her hands fall to my shoulders and she takes off my jacket. It falls to the ground. They slide down to my waist. To my belt buckle. This is it. I should—I moan as her small hand rubs the pre-cum around the head of my cock. I look downand watch under the blueish-yellow light of the moon and the lamps as she plays with my cock. The act is mesmerizing, as it is arousing. I remove the other strap of her dress and claim her other breast as my hands travel down her dress and flip it up to reveal her pussy.
“You’re bare,” I say against her neck. “Were you walking around without underwear the entire day?”
“I wanted you to take me so many times, but you were ignoring me.” My left hand clasps her center while my right teases her nipple. She’s drenched.
“You’re a fucking slut.”
“Only for you.”
We play with each other as we kiss. But that’s not all I want from her. I remove my hand, hers from my cock, and in one smooth stroke, I enter her.
“Fuck you’re so tight.”
She moans in my ear. “I saved myself for you.”
“Liar,” I grunt, as my hands land on the ledge of the fountain to steady myself and her.
“You’re the first man to enter my pussy. I used a dildo—oh,” she screamed as I thrust into her, “to prepare myself. But I saved my pussy for you.”
“Fuck Ivy.” I stop.
She grinds herself on my cock and I steady her by holding her thighs. “Are you serious?”
She nods, her shyness returning. “I did some things with other people, but I never let anyone, you know.”
“I’m not worth it. You deserve someone who,” I look around us. We’re in her father’s garden in the middle of a goddamn maze under a cloudy sky. “Who doesn’t fuck you against a fountain.”
“Anywhere with you is perfect.”
My cock twitches inside her. No one has ever said that to me. And for it to come from Ivy. My hands weaken and she moves again. I groan. Taking it as encouragement, she kisses me, and whatever voice at the back of my mind is telling me to stop goes quiet as I sink into her sweetness. I can’t have her like this. Not her first time.
I lift her, make sure she’s straddling me tight and I stumble towards a bench close by. My cock thrusts into her at an angle when I sit, driving both of us mad. I adjust our position so that she’s sitting right on my cock and hold her arms.
I thrust up slowly. Agonizingly so. “How have you been practicing? Did you put your dildo on the floor and straddle it?”
Her eyes widen as she nods.
“Good. Show me.” I place her hands on my shoulders and mine go to her waist. She raises her hips and then goes down. A little unsure at first until she gets into a rhythm she is comfortable with. I watch as she rides my cock, her breasts swaying, her hair falling to her face. I brush it away and kiss her cheek. Then kiss each nipple. Her movements getting faster, but not fast enough. I don’t want to rush her, though. I want her to come on my cock. If I can give her a decent first, the least I can give her is an orgasm.
It doesn’t take long for her to come. Her pussy clenches my cock and then she’s quaking in my arms as the wave of ecstasy carries her. It takes me as well soon after. I hold her tight. I fear I’ll mark her skin, but I want to do so all the same. She’s mine, I think as I spill my cum inside her.
We stay silent, listening to the night. It’s wrong, but it feels right. Like we’re meant to be. But that can’t be it. I think of all the reasons this shouldn’t have happened. My best friend’s sister, my boss’s daughter, I’m older and should know better. But all of that seems trivial to what I’ve just experienced with her. And part of me, the dark part of me, is unashamed. She saved herselffor me. It has to count for something. Suddenly I want to make this right. Do it the right way.
“How was it?” I ask her. “Your first time?”
She sighs against my shoulder. “Magical.”
A drop of water falls on my head. The gathering clouds are now producing water. “It’s going to rain soon.” And as if I have willed it like a rainmaker, it pours. I lift Ivy off of me, and we both moan as our bodies separate, and we gather our clothes. She only has to right her dress, and I only took off my jacket. I’m a fucking brute. I grab my jacket from where Ivy threw it when she was kissing me.
