Ivy was done waiting. She had waited too long and now her patience was wearing thin. Glancing around, she saw that the party was in full swing. People were drinking, dancing and laughing. Her parents were too busy enjoying themselves with their friends to notice if she left. Taking advantage of the moment, Ivy quickly snuck away and walked in the direction she had last seen him go. She knew where he was and there was only one place he could be, in their classic home library. The moment she reached the library, she slowly pushed the door open. Peeking inside, she saw sitting there with his back facing her, he had his head resting against the couch and his eyes were closed.


Gotcha.


Slowly she stepped inside and closed the door behind her before locking it. She took slow, steady steps towards him, her heels clicking against the wooden floors. She saw his shoulders tense in her presence. Without hesitation, she slid her arms across his neck and down past his chest. Her lips slowly grazed his ear, making him shiver ever so slightly.


"Aren't you going to wish me a happy birthday uncle Matteo?" She whispered. Rubbing her hands up and down his chest, she felt his heart race as she did.


"I thought I already did, la mia belle." He replied, his voice was low and husky.


"Yes, you did." Feeling brave all of a sudden, she opened her mouth caressed his earlobe with her tongue. "But I had a different idea in mind." She purred in his ear.


Pulling back, she walked around the couch to face him. Without hesitation, she pulled the straps of her dress down and slid it off her body. The second her dress hit the floor, she heard him gasp. She looked up at him beneath hooded eyes, and found him staring at her naked body with wide eyes. She stood in front of him, wearing nothing but a black lace thong and a pair of high heels.


"Ivy... My god, you're perfect." He said, his voice reverent.


He kept his eyes on her, and watched the slight sway of her hips as she walked towards him. Ivy leaned over him, bracing her hands against his chest as she straddled his hips and felt the ridge of his erection pressing against her. She rotated her hips against the bulge in his trousers, rubbing herself against him, making her moan.


Matteo threw his head back and let out a tortured groan. He gripped her waist painfully tight and with his other hand, he covered her bare breast and lightly pinched her nipple. "Ivy... We have to stop." He said through gritted teeth.


Ivy shook her no. She gripped the sides of his face, making him look at her. "We both want this. Don't stop."


"But what about your fath-"


She cut off his words by a searing kiss, digging her nails in the nape of his neck. She opened her mouth and thrust her tongue against his in a slow, sensual match, tasting him. Matteo kissed her back with so much passion, and a desperate hunger. "Fúck the consequences." he growled when he finally lifted his head.


Then he bent down and started to kiss and nuzzle her neck. Her blood felt on fire, rushing through her veins, seeming to pool between her thighs. She impatiently started unbuttoning the buttons of his shirt, and easing his under shirt off. Ivy couldn't help but stare at the broad muscular expanse of his chest, the spars spattering of hairs across his chest and the massive muscles of his shoulders. He was different than the men she dated before. He didn't look like a boy, he looked like a man.


She leaned forward placing soft kisses against his chest, and working her way down until she reached his belt buckle. While she unbuckled his belt, he made no moves to stop her, his hands exploring the curves of her body. Ivy got off his lap and kneeled down on the floor between his legs, pulling his pants down in the process. Matteo was wearing boxer briefs, and her eyes widened when she saw the large bulge in his boxer shorts. Without wasting another second, Ivy moved her hand to the waistband of his underwear, and pulled it down until his còck sprang free. She let out a gasp when she saw how large he was.


Reaching her hand out, she wrapped her hands around his rigid length, making Matteo let out a tortured groan. "Ivy baby, please." He begged, which made her grow wetter.


Finally, she leaned her head forward and took his cóck in her mouth and letting her mouth trail the top of her hands, up and down in a pumping motion. With her left hand she gently cupped his balls, and gently massaged them. The juices from her saliva was flowing downwards onto his cóck. His hands fisted her hair in a painful grip as he jerked and shivered beneath her. Looking up at him, his eyes were clenched tight, his lower lips between his teeth.


Suddenly, she stopped and pulled back. Matteos eyes flew open, staring at her in confusion and lust. "Lie back on the couch." She instructed. Without taking his eyes off of her, he did as he was told. She watched his breathing speed up, as she turned around, stopping when her back was facing him. She bent down, slowly and erotically slid her panties down her legs.


Matteo groaned at the sight of her pússy, "I want to taste you." As she turned around, he raised himself enough to grab her waist and move her down to straddle his face. Ivy didn't have time to react before he pulled her down and his tongue thrust inside her. Ivy let out a gasp, throwing her head back as Matteo sucked, nibbled, and licked every inch of her, his tongue travelling from her hole to her clit.


"Matteo, oh that feels so good." She moaned.


Just as she was about to come, Matteo lifted her of off his face and down on his cóck. Ivy let out a cry as he filled her and came immediately. Matteo let out a deep growl as he felt her pússy clench and milk his cóck. "Fúck. You're so fùcking tight." Matteo pounded inside her, harder and deeper, and her hips lifted to meet the force of his thrust. Her thighs tightened around his hips as she rode him with abandon, the sound of slapping of skin against skin filled the room, along with the cries of ecstasy. Lowering her head, she kissed him, and he kissed her back with just as much passion.


"I'm going to cúm." She cried against his lips.


"Cúm for me." He growled.


And she did, screaming louder than she had before and in the same instance, Matteo let out a cry of pleasure and came inside of her. As they collapsed into each others arm, he held her close, kissed her forehead, and kept murmuring her name over and over again.