Page 39 of Sins (The Sins Trilogy 1)
“Well…in the porn movies…”
I look at her in mock horror. “You watch porn?”
She kisses me. “Don’t judge.”
“I could never judge you.” I could never be good enough to judge you.
I move against her gently. “Wrap your legs around me.” She does, and I begin to drive into her, reveling in a kind of pleasure I’ve never known before.
Her breathing roughens, and I can tell she’s close. I want her spasming around my cock when she comes. I reach between our bodies and rub her clit.
“Oh my God… Oh my God…” She pants.
I increase the tempo of my thrusts until she suddenly stiffens.
“Tony—!”
The rest is swallowed by a hard kiss. Her fingers dig into my back as she convulses, the climax claiming her.
And that’s all it takes for me to join her in crazy-hot bliss. I come so hard I think I black out for a moment.
When I can draw in air without sounding like a marathoner after a race, Ivy is cuddling in my arms. I run my fingers through her hair.
I don’t regret what happened between us. It’s the best damn thing I’ve ever experienced. But is she going to regret it? I’m not the kind of guy she should’ve chosen for her first time.
I look down between us, see the blood on the rubber. I go to the bathroom to toss it, a little disturbed by the sight. It isn’t as if I murdered her, but…
“Come back,” she says from the room.
“In a minute.” I wash my hands with scalding water and soap before joining her.
She immediately snuggles into me, looking at my face. “What dark thoughts are filling your head?”
“Dark thoughts?”
“You have that look.” She puts an index finger between my eyebrows. “You get lines here and your eyes get real serious.”
“I was wondering…” I grasp for smooth words and fail.
“About what?”
I feel ridiculously vulnerable, so I shrug. “I was just wondering why you never did it before. You’re eighteen.”
She thinks for a minute. “Well. Would you let just anybody play a Bösendorfer Imperial?”
“A what?”
“It’s this gorgeous concert grand piano I got to play last winter. Handmade in Austria. Really stunning. The tone’s slightly dark, mellow compared to other brands and perfect for classical pieces.” She sighs. “One day, I’m going to buy one.”
I skim the soft lines on her back with my fingers. “So… You’re the Bösendorfer Imperial of women.”
“Indeed. And only the worthy can touch me.”
I laugh at her mock hauteur. I can’t think of the time when somebody made me laugh in bed and feel good and glowing all the way to the center of my being. Until now, fucking was just fucking. Nice. Satisfying. Even helped me forget why I’m such a screw-up, albeit briefly. But with Ivy, it’s more.
She links our hands, her eyes on mine. “You’re beautiful, Tony. I see the good in you.”
I stare at her radiant face. The darkness my mother’s cold words brought earlier slides away as more of Ivy’s light fills me. She is the sun that rises, the moon that shines and the stars that put sparks of happiness in my heart. It was futile for me to try to resist her all this time. Simply through our being together, she makes me feel pure. Noble. Aspiring to be the man who deserves her.
When she presses a kiss on the back of my hand, I know—my heart forever belongs to her.
