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now, there would be no way she could stop without them. Her body trembled and ached in ways she had previously only imagined it would.
    He slid lower on her body and she grew desperate for the release. Acting a bit more like her characters than she believed she would she said, “I want you. I need you. Now.”
    He licked her belly button and she closed her eyes on a moan. His fingers hooked her panties and slid them down her legs. As he moved between them again, he kissed her ankle, holding her foot high, and looked down to see what no one other than her, the lady a the spa two days ago when she had it waxed, and a gynecologist had seen since she was an infant. Ivy was suddenly embarrassed under his scrutiny.
    He didn’t say anything. He trailed kisses down the inside of her leg from her ankle to her thigh until she could feel his warm breath there, over the delicate flesh. Ivy grabbed the sheets on either side of her to keep from digging h er nails into his shoulders. His thumbs eased along the flesh, parted her, his tongue probed gently, exploring, testing.
    “Good, God, Bo.” She had never felt anything like it. She could feel herself melting under his touch. Then his tongue settled over her clitoris and danced. Ivy knew all of the words in the air had come from her mouth, but she wasn’t sure she recognized her own voice. Her body arched, her hips moved in time with the rhythm, and soon everything was winding up too much, the pressure of it coiled too hard, and then it broke.
    It was during this break she could feel through the ecstasy a new sensation. His finger, sliding into her, began easing its way through the tunnel as if searching for something. He had larger fingers than her, he could probe deeper and without the limitations of her own hand. He pulled back, pushed in, pulled, and pushed again. Then a second digit worked its way into her and she realized he was trying to make this easier for what was to come.
    Her body slowly recovered from the orgasm and began pressing against his fingers, discovering and seeking a new sensation to build from. His lips occasionally tested her flesh only to have her tremble and jerk as a response. It took a few minutes before he could lick her clit again and get the reaction he wanted. A third digit stretched her impossibly more and she was grateful for the dual assault since the stimulation of the clit made the unfamiliar stretching sensations easier to adapt to.
    She was calling his name within moments. Panting, racing towards the edge of a cliff she was going to leap from without looking down. The orgasm began with tension in her toes, ran up her legs, through her spine and out of her arms until every muscle was clenched tightly before the release.
    This time, as the waves of her orgasm started, he quickly removed his fingers and kneeled between her legs. His cock in hand he pressed against the spasms at her entry and pushed into her. The difference was at once noticeable, painful, pleasurable, as he sank deeper inside of her.
    “You okay?” he asked.
    She nodded. He leaned forward, covering her body with his as his lips captured hers and he kissed her. She could taste herself, the revelation both shocking and erotic to her. He began to move, slowly inside of her. Her body adjusted to the new sensations, the fullness, and soon her legs wrapped around him, her arms held him tight. She couldn’t get enough of him. She wanted him to do this to her forever.
    “Let me know if I hurt you, okay?” he said before he picked up the pace a bit, delved deeper until he pressed against her cervix with each thrust.
    She wouldn’t tell him anything. The pain was nothing compared to the pleasure and he had given her plenty of that. She could feel his muscles ripple under her palms. He couldn’t kiss her anymore, but he looked at her, asked again, “Still okay?”
    “Yes,” she said on a gasped breath. “You feel good inside me.”
    His eyes closed and a moment later opened with a