Ivy's Twisted Vine Redux Latrivia Nelson (best selling autobiographies .txt) 📖

It doesn’t really matter right now, does it? We only have one night.” Ivy looked back at him, more mature that she had ever been, so in tune with her feelings that she was commanding in her tone.

“How can I say no? How can I say anything?”

“You don’t have to say anything, Nicola. It’s okay. I understand.””

Ivy’s perfume numbed Nicola’s senses and her moans awoke the vitality he had lost somewhere in the last year. Slowly, she felt his strong hands remove her underwear. Tears fell on her neck as he kissed it softly savoring every second with her.

Suddenly, it occurred to Nicola that Ivy had stolen a piece of him and kept it locked in the bosom of her heart. He intended to take it back now as he felt her grip his back insinuating that the thoughts in the back of her mind would take form in action. Feeling the warm and moist arousal ripen between her warm thighs, he watched her body lose all tenseness and submit willingly again. Ivy started to respond, to open as she did so long ago, he kissed her hips.

“Nicola,” Ivy whispered holding on to Nicola’s head and rubbing through his soft, curly hair.

“Yeah?”

“I haven’t been with Grey since before I had the children.”

“Really?” Nicola was dumbfounded but extremely pleased. “Well, I haven’t been with anyone for nearly five months.”

“Why?” Ivy’s mind raced. She thought he had been a playboy this entire time.

“I was waiting.” He rose up and looked her in her eyes.

“For me?” Tears formed in the corners of her eyes.

Nicola nodded. “Of course for you. I keep saying it, and yet, you don’t seem to hear me. I love you.”

“I’ve been through so much; it’s just hard to comprehend what that word means anymore.” Tears continued to fall.

“Why do you say this shit to me?” His skin was on fire. “Ivy, I do love you.”

“I don’t know that.”

“You do know that.”

Still there was a look of uncertainty on Ivy’s face, even after Nicola confessed his love. The anger in his heart for Grey, the love and desire he had in his heart for Ivy erupted. He reached for her and pulled her down on the couch and kissed her passionately. Pulling her warm thighs opened and with his large hands gripping her hips down on the couch, he thrust deep into her body. Nicola let out virile sounds of ecstasy. The power of his dominance caused Ivy to scream out so loud it nearly scared her.

How wonderful this feeling was to her! He was like a perfect key unlocking all of the fantasies hidden in her mind. With powerful motions into her abyss, he held her closely breathing in her ear and trying hard to focus on something other than the glorious smell of her perfume. To Ivy, he had never been more of a reminder of how joyous losing control could be. It was his passion, his embrace that made her realize how it could feel to be loved and to be desired. She tried desperately to fight him, but she could not. She wanted to anger him, to make him feel the way that she had felt since the day he had kissed her.

Nicola caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror across the room totally ravaging the woman he loved. He realized that he was out of control. He slowed down, loosened the grip on the ball of her hair he had in his fist and released his other hand from her neck.

“I’m sorry,” he said panting and sweating. He wiped his face. “Did I hurt you?” He could see his handprint around her neck.

“No.” Catching her breath, Ivy looked up at him wide-eyed.

He leaned over and kissed her softly this time, more lovingly. “Baby, we should go up to my bedroom. I don’t want to make love to you like this.” Still inside of her, Nicola realized where he was. On the couch, pinned down and on the verge of an eruption. Not like this, he thought. From him, she deserved more. He had to lay her down properly, somewhere they could explore each other with more room and the ability to move around. There was so much that he wanted to do to her all night and even into the next morning.

“In just a minute,” she whispered not wanting him to move. “You feel so good.” Her eyes were lazy again, already becoming drained from his very masterful vengeance.

Nicola smiled back at her slowly moving between her thighs. “You are so beautiful,” he said rubbing the hair from her face.

Ivy couldn’t believe that she had allowed herself to get caught in the same situation again. Here she was less than a week from marrying Grey, and Nicola was making love to her again! She had tried to fight him, but looking at his well-sculpted olive-toned body, the smell of his cologne, the shape of his heart shape lips, the feel of his powerful thrust, it was obvious to her that her feelings for him where far more powerful that she had first known. Maybe this was a sign? Maybe Grey was the wrong one? Her thoughts and his thrusts consumed her.

“Nico, are you in here, man?” Santo asked busting through the front door with a wide grin on his face, lipstick on his collar and visible hickies on his neck. “Nico?” Santo yelled.

“Who is that?” Ivy whispered surprised and somewhat afraid.

“Wait a minute, Santo. I’ve got company.” Nicola quickly grabbed her clothes and dressed her.

“Damn Ivy, I’m sorry,” Nicola said finally. He sat up on the couch wanting to kill his brother for the disturbance.

Sitting up to see the voice hidden across the room, Ivy looked over stunned at Santo’s appearance. Pulling her strap up, she cleared her voice and looked to