Chapter 64: You’re The First

Chapter 64: You're The First

Ivy

I had a feeling that Leo was awake.

My eyes were closed. I was awake but still pretending to be asleep. Yet my senses were telling me that the boy I’d just given myself to was awake.

And probably staring at me. I could feel his gaze on me, burning.

I slowly peeled one eye open to confirm. And I let out a squeak when I saw him smiling at me.

“I knew you were awake.” He laughed, pulling me closer until my naked body was practically pressed against his.

I buried my face in the pillow as my cheeks burned from how shy I was. I couldn’t even look at him without blushing.

He chuckled. “Don’t tell me you’re shy now.”

I was. Of course I was shy. I just lost my virginity. To him. I’d given myself to him so boldly. And now I was left to deal with the aftermath.

“Look at me, baby.” He brushed my hair back, exposing the side of my face and my flaming ears. “Don’t tell me you regret what we did.”

That made me raise my face. “No. I don’t. I don’t regret it.”

“Good.” He smiled, leaning closer. “Now this is how I expect you to act this morning after the pleasure I just gave you.” He kissed me. Passionately.

It wasn’t rough. It wasn’t rushed. He was taking his time, exploring my mouth.

His lips moved against mine with a tenderness that made my chest ache. Soft, warm, sweet. Like he was memorizing the shape of me, the taste of me.

I melted into it, my hands instinctively coming up to rest on his bare chest. His heart beat steady and strong beneath my palm, and mine fluttered in response.

Leo shifted, rolling us gently so that he hovered above me. The movement was unhurried, his body coming down over mine inch by inch as the kiss deepened.

His weight pressed me into the mattress—not crushing, but protective. I felt surrounded by him, enveloped in his warmth, his scent of clean sweat and something uniquely Leo that made my head spin.

His knees nudged my thighs apart just enough for him to settle between them, and still he kissed me, slow and sweet, like the world outside this bed had ceased to exist.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes were dark. But there was something deeper there too—reverence. “I'm so lucky, Ivy,” he whispered, voice rough with emotion. “I can’t believe you’re still here. With me. Like this.”

My breath hitched. The soreness between my legs from earlier was still there, a dull throb reminding me of how completely I’d surrendered.

But under his gaze, it didn’t matter. I wanted more. I needed more.

Leo dipped his head, trailing kisses along my jaw, down the sensitive column of my neck. His lips were soft, his breath warm puffs that sent shivers racing across my skin.

One large hand cupped my breast, thumb brushing over the nipple until it peaked under his touch. He groaned softly against my throat, the sound vibrating through me.

“Leo…” I breathed, arching into him.

He took his time, worshipping.

His mouth followed the path of his hand, kissing lower until his lips closed around my nipple. He sucked gently at first, then with more pressure, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp.

His other hand kneaded my other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers, pinching lightly. The dual sensation was overwhelming—pleasure and the faint echo of the earlier ache blending into something intoxicating.

I moaned, fingers threading through his hair, holding him there. “Please… don’t stop.”

He didn’t. He lavished attention on both breasts, switching between them with patient devotion. Sucking, licking, nipping.

Every touch felt like adoration, like he was learning every curve, every sensitive spot that made me tremble. My body responded despite the soreness, heat pooling low in my belly.

I was begging now, soft little pleas spilling from my lips as I writhed beneath him.

“Leo… I need you. Please.”

He lifted his head, eyes locking with mine. His lips were swollen from kissing, his hair tousled. He looked wrecked already, and we’d barely begun. “I’ve got you, baby. I’m right here.”

He kissed me again, deep and consuming, as he found my hands. Slowly, he guided them down to the mattress on either side of my head, lacing our fingers together.

His palms were warm, calloused from boxing, but the grip was gentle, anchoring. I felt pinned in the most delicious way—held, cherished, connected.

Our mouths moved in perfect sync, tongues dancing slowly. And then I felt it, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance.

He didn’t thrust hard. He eased forward with aching slowness, the thick length of him stretching me open for the second time.

There was pain. A sharp sting of resistance as my still-tender body adjusted. I whimpered into his mouth, tensing for a moment. But Leo was there, kissing me through it, murmuring soft words of comfort against my lips. “Breathe, Ivy. Relax for me.” He kissed me again. “Look down. Watch how you let me inside you.”

I looked down between us, mesmerized.

The sight of his massive cock slowly disappearing into my pussy was the most fascinating thing I’d ever seen.

Inch by inch, he sank deeper, the visual feeding the fire inside me even as the stretch burned. My walls fluttered around him, clinging, reluctant and eager all at once.

Leo stilled once he was fully seated, buried to the hilt. His forehead rested against mine, our breaths mingling. “Look at us,” he whispered, voice thick with wonder. “God, Ivy… you feel like something I'm not supposed to touch.”

He stayed there, letting me adjust, kissing me softly—my lips, my cheeks, my eyelids. Patient. Affectionate.

When I finally relaxed, a small nod giving him permission, he began to move.

Slow. So achingly slow. Deep, passionate thrusts that dragged against every sensitive spot inside me. He pulled back almost completely before sliding home again, rolling his hips in a rhythm that felt like pure worship.

Every stroke was filled with emotion. This wasn’t just sex.

“I’ve never done this before,” he confessed between kisses, his voice raw and vulnerable. “Never made love to anyone. Not like this. But I want to with you, Ivy. I want you to be the first—the only one I’ve ever made love to on this bed. On any bed. You’re it for me.”

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. The tenderness in his words, the way he held my hands, the slow grind of his body against mine—it undid me.

I squeezed his fingers tighter, moaning as another deep thrust sent sparks shooting up my spine. My toes curled into the sheets.

I couldn’t look away from his face, from the love and desire etched there, or from where we were joined, his cock glistening as it moved in and out of me.

“Leo… oh God…” My voice broke on a moan.

The soreness was still there, but it was eclipsed by pleasure now—deep, building, soul-stirring pleasure.

Every thrust pushed me closer to the edge, not with frantic urgency, but with a sweet, inevitable wave.

He kissed me again, swallowing my cries. His pace remained steady, deep and unhurried, like he wanted this to last forever.

Our bodies moved together in perfect harmony, skin sliding against skin, sweat beginning to sheen between us. I could feel every ridge, every vein of him inside me. The way he filled me completely, claimed me gently.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned, nipping at my bottom lip. “So perfect. I could stay like this forever. Just feeling you around me.”

I arched up to meet his thrusts, my heels digging into the backs of his thighs. “I love this feeling. Stay slow. Like this. Please, Leo. I love it like this.”

He smiled against my mouth, a soft, devastating thing. “As you wish, my lady.”

We lost ourselves in the rhythm. Slow, passionate, deep. His hips rolled, grinding against my clit with every thrust. My moans grew louder, unrestrained. I was panting, gasping, my fingers flexing in his grip.

The emotional weight of it all—losing my virginity to him, this morning after, the confession that I was his first in this way—made every sensation sharper, more meaningful.

Leo’s gaze never left mine for long. When it did, it dropped to watch us, just as transfixed as I was. “Look how well you take me,” he murmured, voice husky. “So beautiful, Ivy. My girl.”

My climax built gradually, like a tide rising higher and higher. My toes curled tighter, my thighs trembling around his waist. “I’m close… Leo, I’m—”

“Come for me,” he urged, kissing me fiercely yet still moving so slowly, so deeply. “Let me feel you, baby. I’ve got you.”

The wave crashed over me. I cried out, back bowing off the bed as pleasure ripped through me in long, shuddering pulses. My inner walls clenched rhythmically around him, pulling him deeper.

Leo groaned, his own control fraying but holding steady. He kept thrusting through it, drawing out every last bit of my orgasm, kissing me through the intensity until I was boneless and glowing.

Only then did his pace quicken just slightly, chasing his own release. A few more deep, loving strokes and he buried himself to the hilt, spilling inside me again with a broken moan of my name. “Ivy… fuck, Ivy.”

We stayed locked together, panting, hearts racing in sync. Mine was for a completely different reason.

He didn’t pull out immediately. Instead, he released my hands and wrapped his arms around me, rolling us so I lay on top of him. His fingers stroked my back in soothing patterns.

“I meant every word,” he whispered into my hair. “You’re the first. And I want you to be the last.”

I pressed my face into his chest, tears of overwhelming emotion slipping free alongside his dick. The soreness lingered, a sweet reminder, but so did the warmth, the connection, the love blooming between us.

In his arms, I felt safe. Cherished. Home.

For long minutes, we simply held each other, the morning light filtering through the curtains, painting our skin in soft gold. Leo kissed the top of my head, my temple, anywhere he could reach.

His hand never stopped its gentle exploration, learning me, worshipping me even in the quiet aftermath.

Eventually, I lifted my head, meeting his eyes. “I've been meaning to ask you a question.”

His smile was everything—bright, relieved, full of promise. “What do you want to know, baby?”

“Why did your parents get a divorce? How did your mom meet Marcel?”