She lifted herself up on her toes, and this time she was the one who kissed him, pulling his lips into her mouth, her hands traveling up his hard-muscular chest. His hands were on her waist, drawing her closer to his body. She closed her eyes, to experience the fullness of that kiss, how tender and gentle it was. How it wasn’t hungry or wild at all, like it had been before. Suddenly, she wanted to break down and cry again. Because she knew this would lead to nothing, that as much as she wanted Leon sexually, she also knew by now that he could give her nothing more. Leon was damaged goods and she wouldn’t be able to fix him.
Chapter 13
Leon’s mouth was on Ivy’s neck. He was tracing her throat with his tongue, while his hands held her tightly, close to his chest. She had her hands on his shoulders, with her head doubled back, giving him the freedom to do with her as he pleased.
She could feel herself growing wet again. The roughness of his stubble tingled her skin where he was licking her. She wanted to unbutton his shirt, feel the honey smooth skin of his shoulders on her fingertips.
She could feel his growing dick pressing into her belly. He was as out of control as she was. She could feel herself smiling.
“Ivy.” He muttered her name, as she felt his hands grazing up her leg, pulling up her skirt to her waist. His hands were on the inside of her thighs next, touching the soft skin there, squeezing and kneading it with his hands.
“You are so wet. You’re so ready for me.” He said, in her ear as she felt his fingers beginning to stroke her, through the fabric of her wet panties. His fingers were rough, and he was gently stroking her there, making her wetter, making it more swollen. She cried out from the pleasure.
When Ivy opened her eyes, she saw that Leon was smiling. He had his eyes on her face, and he was enjoying looking at her writhe with pleasure.
“Leon, don’t torture me like this.” She said to him, whispering the words. And he started stroking her harder. She wanted more than just his fingers now, she wanted to feel that dick slide into her again. She wanted to see him naked, feel his throbbing growing core in her mouth. She wanted him to cry out with pleasure, the same way she was doing now. But he wouldn’t let her go, he continued to stroke her, preparing her for what was to come.
She leaned forward to kiss him again, and this time their kiss was rough. They were both desperate and hot with anticipation. He nibbled on her bottom lip as she explored his mouth with her tongue. His hand remained under her skirt, stroking her still. She was afraid that she would lose control there and then, that she would orgasm quicker than he was expecting her to. She was holding herself back, she was trying to control it, but his fingers, dripping and slippery with her own juices, was making it very difficult.
“Rip off my clothes, Leon. Make me feel good again.” She found herself saying, and to her surprise, his fingers suddenly stopped moving.
With a quick jerk, he had released her from his arms, and Ivy went falling back. She fell back on the bed, and gasped with surprise. What was going on?
Leon stumbled back, rubbing his hands over his face. He suddenly looked exhausted and angry again.
“What’s the matter? What happened?” Ivy cried, sitting up, watching his confused expression change to rage.
“I’m sorry, Ivy. I can’t make you feel good.” He said, running his fingers through his shaggy blonde hair.
“What are you talking about, Leon?” She asked him, biting down on her lip.
“I can’t
make you feel good. I can’t make you happy.” He muttered, looking about the room like he wasn’t sure where he was.
“Leon, is this about your past? What’s the matter?” She cried, jumping off the bed and rushing towards him.
Leon stepped back, his back hitting the closed door of the room. Ivy placed her hands on his chest, in an attempt to calm him, but he glared at her, like he wanted to run away.
“I can’t make women happy. You are too lovely, you’re too beautiful and smart to want me. I will only end up hurting you.” He said, in a low guttural voice.
Ivy shook her head, still biting her lip.
“Who told you that? What are you talking about?” She barked at him, clutching the front of his shirt with her hands.
“The woman I wanted to marry.” He said, finally meeting her eyes. Ivy’s hands dropped from his chest.
“You’re in love with someone else?” She asked, stepping away from him.
Leon remained silent, and averted his gaze from her again.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were in love with somebody else.” Ivy said, the tears returning now. She knew she should have stayed away from him. She knew he wasn’t the man for her.
“Ivy, look…” He began to say but she interrupted him.
“I understand now, Leon. You can’t change what the heart wants. I was foolish to throw myself at you.” She said harshly, angrier with herself than anything else.
“No, you’re not…” He tried to say, but she had stopped him again.