Ivy’s Point Of View
Here we are, in his bedroom, dozens of candles lit around the room, with rose petals spread all over the dark blue satin bedspread.
He pauses next to the bed and gestures for me to sit down, which I do, trying not to let him know how unbelievably nervous I am.
Chase drops to his knees in front of me, and my heart begins to pound. Is he going to do that swirly thing I read about?
No, he’s reaching for my shoes. He unbuckles them and slides them off, and I feel like I can breathe again. Then, he stands and carefully removes his jacket and his own shoes, tossing his suit jacket on the back of a chair before he sits down next to me on the bed.
Brushing my hair back again, he says softly, "Why don’t we just go back to kissing and see how that goes, okay? That seemed to work well."
I nod, afraid to try to speak for fear nothing will come out.
He smiles at me and leans in. I hold still, afraid I might poke his eye out with my nose if I move too fast, and he kisses me over and over again, one hand on my waist, the other on my cheek.
Kissing him is delightful. It makes me feel like I am floating away, but when his hands begin to explore my body, I find myself breathless again.
I’m not sure I’m mentally ready for this!
My body seems to disagree with my conscious thought as I respond to him.
But... it’s happening either way, so I may as well accept it.
Chase tugs at the zipper in the back of my dress, and I know I will have to stand up for him to get it off. He helps me to my feet, rising with me so that he doesn’t have to stop kissing me. My dress pools on the ground around my legs, leaving me in the white lacy bra and panties Willa picked out for me.
"You’re so beautiful," Chase says, his eyes roaming me before he returns to kissing me.
In the book, the woman undressed the man, but I am too afraid to even loosen his tie. Chase takes care of that, pulling his tie off, and then he unbuttons his shirt and disposes of that as well.
Hesitantly, I place my hands on his chest, and I am immediately entranced by the feel of his muscles beneath my palms. He pulls me closer to him, his hands roaming the bare skin of my waist and hips. I feel that sensation deep within me growing as my head swims again.
Chase pulls back and looks at me, and I smile at him, which makes him smile in return. "Are you ready?" he asks me.
Am I ready for this?
I nod, and he reaches for the button on his pants. Yes, I think I am.
"Are you ready?"
Chase had asked if I was ready for this, if I am ready to give him my virginity, and I assured him I am, even though I am so nervous, I don’t even think I can speak.
He unbuttons his suit pants and pushes them down, stepping out of them, leaving him only in his black boxer briefs. The bulge in his pants has me gasping.
I’m not sure how I’m going to fit all of that in here. I guess we will figure it out.
His mouth is back on mine as he carefully guides me to the bed, lying me down and then climbing on top of me. The blanket is turned down at the corner, but we are not beneath it, and I am worried about him seeing my naked body.
He trails his hand along my side and softly caresses my skin as he continues to kiss me deeper and deeper. The taste of mint fills my mouth, and the more his hands roam over me, the more intoxicated I become.
He is positioned next to me so that the top of his body is leaning over mine. His left hand finds my breast through my bra, and with his thumb, he rubs my most sensitive spot. I feel myself harden beneath his touch and let out a soft moan.
He lifts his head and looks into my eyes. "Does that feel good?" he asks me.
I feel my cheeks tinge with pink, but I decide I need to be honest and nod.
He smiles at me, as if I have just given him a reward for a job well done, and presses harder. I wonder if he will remove my bra, but so far, he isn’t doing that.
Part of me wishes he would.
His mouth slides down to my neck, and his teeth nip my earlobe. His hand slides down my side to my hip, and then he places it between my legs on the outside of my panties.
I bite down on my bottom lip. His fingers are stroking me through the silky fabric, and it feels really good, but it makes me nervous. No one has ever touched me there before. I’m so wet, my body so ready for his, but what if he finds it funny that I’m responding this way?
"Goddess, Ivy," Chase murmurs, "your body is so gorgeous, and you feel so good."
I don’t know what to say, so I raise my hand to the back of his head and run my fingers through his hair, and he kisses me some more, each kiss measured and sweet, as if he is savoring the taste of me.
His fingers slip beneath the fabric of my panties, and he is touching me now. My breath catches in my throat at the feel of the contact in my most sensitive area.
"Are you all right?" he whispers.
"Yes," I murmur, and then his fingers are exploring my folds, and I feel my body moving in response, grinding against him.
When his finger first enters me, he is slow and gentle, and I moan again, my hips moving of their own accord.
"If I hurt you, let me know," he says, his warm breath fanning against my neck.
"’Kay," I manage, but that’s all I can get out because now he has two fingers inside of me, and he is thrusting his hand more quickly, stretching me slightly with each pass. "Can I take your panties off?" he asks.
"Uhm-hmm," I tell him, longing for him to do just that.
Chase takes his fingers out of me and quickly strips off my panties.
When his fingers reenter me, I welcome him. Without any restrictions he can explore me even more deeply.
"You’re so wet," he whispers. "You feel so good, and you smell like cantaloupe, my favorite." He smiles at me, and I feel a tingle of electricity all through my body.
My arms are wrapped around him, my fingers trailing up and down the muscle of his back, my eyes closed as I concentrate on how good he is making me feel. I find myself spreading my legs wider and wider, wanting more and more of him inside of me.
Chase pulls his mouth away from me, though his hand is still exploring me, driving me mad. "It’s gonna hurt a little at first," he says, and as I look into his eyes, I can see concern. "I’m sorry about that. I don’t want to be the one to hurt you. But after that... I promise, I’ll make it feel good, okay, Ivy?"
"Yes, Alpha Chase," I say, my voice raspy with want.
He chuckles, his grin slightly crooked. "I think we are on a first-name basis now, baby." He leans down and presses his lips to mine before he pulls away and slips off of the bed, releasing me for the first time since we began.
I try to catch my breath as I watch him. He slides his boxers down, and his thick cock springs free. He’s so big... I can’t help but stare. I’ve never even seen one of those before.
Chase is still smiling at me as he steps back over to the bed. "Do you want to touch it?" he asks me.
My eyes are wide as I stare at him, but I find myself saying, "No, that’s okay."
"It won’t bite," he promises.
I grin at him but shake my head. "Maybe next time."
That makes him smile wider, and I have to wonder if he is happy there will probably be a next time.
He climbs back onto the bed and positions himself between my legs. I feel a ball of nervous tension mounting in my stomach, but I trust him. Chase leans down and brushes his hand across my face as he lowers himself onto me, and I feel him positioned outside of my entrance. "Ivy," he says, a warm smile on his handsome face. "You’re so beautiful. And sweet." He kisses me, softly at first, but then more intensely, as his cock presses against my entrance.