Leon stood up suddenly from the chair and banged both his fists on the table.
“Don’t expect you can talk to me that way, young lady!” He thundered again. Ivy scrunched her face, and dropped her cutlery on her plate to look up at him. She was glad that he was angry, that she had made him this angry.
“I only work for you, Mr. Cooper. I am not your ward or your wife. You have no control over how I speak.” She said, looking up at him calmly. She could see the way he was glaring at her, how angry he was, how he didn’t expect anyone to speak to him that way.
Leon banged the table again with his fists.
“This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have hired you. I will speak to your father so he can come and collect you tomorrow morning.” He said, stepping towards her.
Ivy wiped her mouth delicately with a napkin on her side, gulped down the rest of her food and then slowly stood up.
“I will gladly make the phone call myself. And I will be sure to tell him what a displeasure it has been to work for you. Just for a day.” Ivy hissed at him, as she watched him walk closer to her.
“You are a nuisance.” He barked at her, and she saw a vein throbbing on his forehead, how his eyes glittered with anger, how he had bunched up his fists. Ivy raised an eyebrow and smiled at him.
“You knew that when you hired me. You saw that in my eyes. Working here wasn’t what made you give me the job.” She said, and stepped towards him herself. Their bodies were now inches away from each-others. She could smell him, a mixture of his sweat with the musky scent of the aftershave he had splashed on his face. She could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins as she glared at him defiantly.
In a flash his lips were on hers.
Leon had grabbed Ivy by the waist and drawn her close to him. In the surprise of the moment she had thrown her arms away from her body, accepting his kiss hungrily. His lips were rough and wild as he parted hers and thrust his tongue into her mouth. She had kissed only two boys before this, and nobody had kissed her like this. He made her body shiver, her fingers quiver with anticipation for what was going to happen next.
She knew what she wanted, she wanted him inside her. She wanted him to be the first man inside her.
Leon’s hands were moving up her body as she kissed him back. She could feel her breasts pressed against his chest, as his hands found its way inside her blouse. The feel of his fingers on her skin set it on fire. She could feel her body burning up, the wetness growing between her legs. She had never felt this aroused, this ready for a man before. She had to have him.
Leon was the one who pulled away from her, he was breathing hard.
“What are you doing to me, Ivy?” He growled as his hands found their way to the front of her blouse. He ripped it down the center, in one quick gash. Ivy gasped, as her torso was exposed to the air. She could feel her nipples hardened and erect. He saw them too, hungrily, greedily and before she knew what was going to happen, he was tugging at her lacey black bra with his teeth.
Ivy craned her neck back, thrusting her breasts towards him as he pulled her bra out of the way with his mouth. She was shy, she was embarrassed, nobody had seen her naked breasts before. She hadn’t allowed anyone to go this far.
“You are all woman, aren’t you?” She heard him say as he wedged his face between the soft folds of her bare breasts. He was clutching her waist as he did this, and she held on to his shoulders.
Then he pushed her, gently, so that she felt her back press against the cold wooden table top. He had laid her down on it, with her torso bare of any clothing.
When Ivy looked up she saw Leon towering over her, unbuttoning his shirt as he kept his eyes on her body. He was watching her breasts like he was in a daze.
His shirt came off and Ivy gasped again. He had the most chiseled rugged torso she had ever seen. Like it was right out of a glossy magazine. She couldn’t believe that a man who looked like this was going to have her virginity and she was so ready for him.
He dipped his head then, not giving her any time to think. She felt his mouth on one of her swollen hard pink nipples. He was sucking on it, and Ivy moaned, clutching his smooth bronze shoulders, digging her nails into his flesh. She could feel herself growing wetter by the second, her juices flowing out of her. Then his hands were on the buttons of her jeans.
Ivy bit down on her lip, as she felt his big rough hands slide her jeans down her voluptuous thighs. She felt small and delicate in his hands. He flung her jeans aside, and without giving her a moment to feel ashamed, he parted her bare legs, wedging himself between them.
When he raised his head to look at her, his lips were covered with his own saliva.
“I’ll only do it if you’re ready for me, Ivy.” He said, looking straight into her eyes. How was she supposed to explain to him that she had been ready and waiting for him from the first moment she saw him?
She only nodded her head and bit down on her lip.
She hadn’t seen his dick, hadn’t seen him take his pants off, but now she felt it slide into her. Ivy screamed, louder than she had expected herself to. She wasn’t a virgin anymore.
Leon slid into her, slowly, gently, afraid that he was hurting her.
“Go deeper. Give me more!” She screamed, throwing her head back with pleasure. She hadn’t expected it to feel this way. She hadn’t expected it to feel this good.
Leon started pumping. He was pumping hard. She could feel his full length inside her, taking over her body. He was holding her legs in place, keeping them spread wide apart as he thrust repeatedly into her.
Something else was happening inside her, way down in her belly. Leon kept his hands on her breasts, pinching her nipples with his fingers, while he thrust himself into her. The more he pumped into her, the more she could feel it growing. Ivy moved her hips, welcoming him in deeper and deeper. She could hear herself moaning, but she was also preparing herself for a release. She was so close to the edge.