Chapter 23: Finger Pleasure

Ivy's POV

When I feel his fingers enter me, I reach instinctively for Spencer’s white shirt and clutch it desperately, my body tensing up. I pull him as close against me as I can and take comfort in the feeling of his heart pounding in his chest. My heart is racing, too.

My legs start to shake as he fingers me relentlessly, every deft curl of his fingers causing a new wave of pleasure more powerful than the last. I bury my face in the crook of his neck as I let out one soft, uncontrollable moan after the other. I’ve given up on trying to be quiet. He makes me feel too good for that.

As his fingers move rhythmically in and out of me, a brutally fast pace that leaves me with quivering thighs and ragged breaths, I can feel damp wetness trickling into the cushion beneath me.

Some part of me is worried about making a mess, but mostly it occurs to me how easily Spencer was able to slip his fingers into me–how ready I was for him. I’ve never been this wet in my life. Every part of me wants