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DAVID
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THIS PAST WEEK HAS been amazing. Ivy has shown me her work. I have to say I love watching her work, and the food I get to eat afterward is amazing. We haven’t left the house since my tour around Nashville, but I haven’t wanted to either. When Ivy isn’t working, I haven’t let her out of my arms. We have snuggled, watching a lot of TV, or we are in bed having some mind-blowing sex.
My soul is bound to hers, and I have to say I always saw singing as my passion, but this life here with her fits. It feels comfortable, and it just feels like home. I don’t care about the money and fancy home, cars, and clothes. I care about this, waking up with Ivy in my arms every morning.
I’ve asked Brian about working on a plan to make it happen. He says he’s working on it but won’t give me details. Of course, I’d rather it be today and not in ten years, but I’ll take what I can get.
I look at Ivy as she sleeps in my arms. She is beautiful with her hair messed up from our lovemaking last night, and my little love bites all over her chest, belly, and thighs. Today is the day we go tour Ivy Hill as it is now. I’m a bit nervous, to be honest, but I know the best way to cure that nervousness.
I move down the bed, taking the covers with me until I’m between Ivy’s thighs. I push her legs apart and lean in and give her pussy a long lick up to her clit. She starts to stir a little, and I smile. This has become my favorite way to wake her up. I suck on her clit lightly at first and then slowly increase pressure.
I use both my thumbs to spread her lips wide before I dip my tongue inside her warm pussy, and I am rewarded with a moan. I start making love to her with my tongue when she gasps and reaches down to grip my hair. Her hips start to buck, and I know she is close, so I move back up and suck on her clit while I shove two fingers inside and start to stroke her sweet spot. After only a few strokes, she comes in my mouth. I lick up every drop as she says my name over and over again.
When she finally starts to relax, I move up her body, kissing up her belly and sucking both nipples before kissing her neck and finally her lips. She wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips, and I place the head of my rock-hard cock at her soaking wet opening.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
She smiles and looks up at me.
“It is a good morning when you wake me up like that.” She sighs, then wiggles under me, trying to lift her hips. I kiss her again and then thrust home. I start my thrusts slowly, pulling out all the way before sliding back in. She raises her hips to meet my thrusts.
“Baby, I’m so close already. Don’t go easy on me this morning. Give me that sexy cock hard and fast.” She groans, and I nearly come at her words. But like always, what my girl wants, my girl gets. I start pounding into her fast, and listening to her moan is the sweetest sound in the world.
I reach down and rub her clit because I need her to come before I do, and she screams out her orgasm after only two strokes of her clit. Her pussy clenches, trying to suck me in deeper. I barely manage to pull out before I come all over the sheets.
I catch my breath and have to ask. “Beautiful, why don’t you get on birth control? You told me before you’d tell me why, but we’ve been pleasantly distracted.” I kiss her neck and down to her shoulder.
“Well, there are a couple of types of birth control now. Most common is the pill. I was on it for a year, and it made me really sick. As soon as I got off it, I was better. We tried the shot too, and I had the same reaction. It just made me so sick. I wasn’t with anybody then, so I just stopped taking any birth control and haven’t had a reason to until now. I guess I can talk to my doctor again but—”
I cut her off with a kiss. “No, I don’t want you doing anything that will make you sick. I would love to come inside you, and god, the thought of getting you pregnant makes me so hard. But I won’t leave you to raise our child alone, and I am perfectly fine pulling out.”
I watch her nibble on her bottom lip, and I can tell she is thinking.
“What’s on your mind?” I ask her as a nuzzle her shoulder.
“Well, my friend Angela has the same problem, but she is married, so she and her husband use what’s called the family planning method. This app tracks when she will ovulate, and then they just avoid sex during that time. She’s been really good at it. Other than those days, they have sex daily, and she hasn’t gotten pregnant in years. I can have her teach it to me while you’re gone, and then we can use it when you get back. Think of it has your welcome reward.”
“God, beautiful, I’m going to be hard all the time thinking about that. It’s all I will be able to think about.” I can’t wipe the smile off my face.
She smiles at me and runs her hands over my beard. It feels weird to me, but she seems to like it, especially when I have my face between her legs.
“I’m going to miss this when it’s gone. It’s another side of you only I get to see,” she whispers.
“I promise to find ways to grow it out around you.” I kiss her pulse point on the side of her wrist. “Only you.”
We finally drag ourselves out of bed and get ready. When we step into the kitchen, Brian has a coffee cup in his hand and is glaring at us.
“I don’t need to be woken up to your screaming orgasms,” he jokes with a smile on his face.
Ivy laughs. “Well, consider it payback for the ones I had to listen to when you were dating that jerk, Ray.”
I just smile and shake my head as we have breakfast, and then Brian sets out to dye my hair. I guess it’s a washout color, so it will only be for today. He has me change into jeans and a sweatshirt, and he hands me what he calls a baseball hat and sunglasses and says not to take the hat off even inside. I start to protest, but he says it’s common now to wear hats inside.
Common or not, it’s still disrespectful. But being I’m walking into my house, who am I disrespecting? Myself?
Then we are off to Ivy Hill. Brian is driving, and I’m in the back with my arm around Ivy, but the nervous energy is back, and I can’t help bouncing my leg a bit. I listen to them talk, and they tell me how the upstairs bedrooms are blocked off as the family keeps it private since that’s where I died. They also debate about skipping the memorial garden, so I don’t see the dates of death for my parents and me. And finally agree we should skip it.
Ivy goes on to tell me a bit about how Elvis’s family did much the same thing with his house in Memphis.
“I visited him at Graceland a few months ago. I thought my house was extravagant, but it doesn’t hold a candle to Graceland.” I laugh.
“I’ve always liked Ivy Hill better.” Ivy smiles at me.
We get there and park and then head in toward the visitor center. Ivy and I walk hand in hand, and I lean down to whisper to her.
“Technically, this is our first date here in 2010.” I smile.
“It is, but I’m not sure how we could ever explain this first date to anyone.” She laughs, and I do too.
Brian heads over to the counter to buy our tickets while Ivy and I go and look at all the photos on the walls. Let me tell you, there are no words to describe how weird it is to see pictures of your future self doing things you haven’t done yet.
One of the photos is of me standing next to the Ivy Hill sign when I named the property. The same one Ivy has framed on her nightstand and gave me to put on mine. I lean down to whisper in her ear. “I was thinking of you when that photo was taken, hoping you would see it and know how much I loved you.”
She looks up at me with tears in her eyes, but a smile on her face as she leans in and gives me a quick kiss.
Once Brian joins us, he says we have to take a bus over to the main house. The museum and a welcome center are on the far side of the property, and with so much to see, they bus people over to the main house. I take a deep breath and nod. Ivy squeezes my hand and smiles at me.
We sit at the back of the bus with me against the window. I look across the aisle and see two girls about Ivy’s age who are looking and giggling at me. I tense up a bit and look out the window, trying to hear what they are saying.
“Isn’t he cute?” the blonde says.
“Yeah, I love that beard on him. He looks super sexy,” the brunette says.
“Who’s the girl? I bet it’s his sister,” the blonde says again.
Just to shut them both up, I look over at Ivy, put my hand under her chin to get her to look at me, and then I kiss her hard. I get so lost in the kiss that I don’t realize the bus has already stopped in front of Ivy Hill, and the girls are standing up to get off.
Ivy smiles up at me. She knew exactly what I was doing.
We get out of the bus, and I look up at my house. I remember buying her not that long ago. My first big purchase with the money I had made directly after that, I bought that blue car Ivy seems to move so much.
Looking at the front door, I remember opening it just three weeks ago and seeing Ivy standing there. I never thought I’d see her again, but there she was. I felt whole, like I could breathe again. I was no longer drowning; I was flying.
I look at Ivy, and I can tell she is thinking about that moment too. So I lean down to whisper in her ear. “I had never seen anything so beautiful as you standing there a few weeks ago.”
She turns and whispers in my ear, “I feel like I’m giving you the keys to the time machine because most of the house looks nothing like it does now,” she says, and I smile.
We walk in, and I keep my head lowered as we get handed the iPad Ivy has been showing me how to use. We walk into the living room and see the piano room just beyond it. I see a slight tinge of pink on her cheeks, and I know she is thinking about what I did to her in that room just recently. And now I am too. The room is different, brighter, and I love it. It feels like Ivy.
I look up the stairs, which are blocked off, and honestly, I like that a part of us is private. I wonder if Ivy’s things are still mixed with mine in my room. If the bathroom still smells like her.
The dining room is next on the tour, and it hasn’t changed too much, but all I can think about is how I ate Ivy’s pussy on that table for lunch. In the kitchen, I see her sitting in the counter and me between her legs.
Closing my eyes, I have to take a few deep breaths to get my cock to calm down. He doesn’t understand why we can’t toss her back down and recreate that afternoon.
The tour takes us to the backyard, and I see a building I don’t recognize. It turns out, I built it as an office for my dad, who helps manage me, and I love that idea.
We see the pool, and then Ivy is pulling me away from the crowd in another direction, and I realize it’s what she called the memorial gardens. From here, I can see the metal plaques covering the graves, but I can’t read anything. I stop in my tracks and stare. I see a sadness in Ivy’s eyes.
I lean down to her ear. “Is it just me and my parents buried there?” I whisper.
“Yes, I just pray it’s not really you in that grave. My heart couldn’t take it.”
My heart breaks, and I pray it’s not me too because the thought of breaking her heart like that shatters mine.
We head back across the street to see the museum. I take in all the photos and clothes, but she must see something because she goes tense and pushes me in another direction. “Please trust me. It’s better you not know some things about your future until they happen, okay?” she whispers, and I nod.
We get to the car area, and there she is. The blue Cadillac I took Ivy in on the back seat. The one I drive her around Nashville in every time we go out, and the one I drove to say goodbye to her with the last time she left. I take a shaky breath.
We finish our tour of the museum by seeing a massive twelve-foot-tall wall covered in gold records, and I realize they are awards for my different songs and albums. There is a whole section on the missing first gold album and speculation on where it is or who I could have given it to.
I have that album hanging up in my office in Ivy Hill, so I’m not sure what happens to it between now and then. There is a spot saying it would be worth over ten million dollars now since it’s the first one of my career. I realize none of that will mean anything if she isn’t by my side when I accept them.
All of this is amazing, and I realize many people dream of this, but when I look in Ivy’s eyes, I know I’d give it all up for her. It means nothing without her. I’m going to fight for her until my last breath.
