"Can I do that to you too?" she whispered.
"Not tonight, sweetie," Winn said softly. He traced a hand down her arm, cupping her face gently, holding her gaze. "Tonight is about us feeling, learning, discovering. Let's take it slow."
Every nerve in Ivy's body tingled under his touch. She had never experienced this kind of closeness, the pull of someone who wanted her entirely. Her hands found his chest instinctively.
Winn shifted slightly, closing the small distance between them. His lips found hers in a slow kiss. He positioned himself between her thighs and guided himself in the entrance of her wet core.
"Breathe, Ivy," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. "Trust me. Feel it, don't think it. Just let us be here, together." She let herself relax, surrendering to the tension and warmth between them, letting the closeness ignite her senses in ways words could never describe.
