She nods, never looking away from me, not even when my hand slides down her waistband, and my fingers skate over the patch of hair before I find what I’m looking for. She gasps and leans her head back against the bunkhouse, but her gaze never wavers from me.
“Say it,” I growl.
“I feel you,” she smiles. “Oh fuck!”
I find her pussy wet and swollen, her clit peeking through just enough to let me know just how aroused she is. “Already so wet for me.”
I slide my finger deep in one long thrust. Ivy moans, and my dick twitches to her sounds. Her hips push forward, and I tap-tap-tap my finger inside. “You like that?”
“Don’t. Tease.”
I smile and nip at her earlobe and down her neck, sucking on that strip of skin between her neck and shoulder. I nibble her bottom lip and string kisses across her cheek, giving the other side of her body the same treatment until she’s trembling with her need to come.
“Make me come, Stone.”
“Make yourself come, Ivy.” I pull back and watch as heat and fire flare in her gaze. She grips my wrist with one hand just as I add a second finger, grinding on my hand, and I’m drenched in her juices.
I watch as she fucks my fingers, hips rolling fast and wild as she chases her pleasure. “Oh fuck! Yes, Stone, yes!” She watches me as I watch her, my cock so hard it’ll have an imprint of my zipper soon enough. “Stone!” She rides until her pussy clenches me hard, until her juices drip down my palm and down to my wrist. “Fuck!”
I hold her while her body convulses, her legs wobbly, and her chest heaves with labored breaths. “So goddamn beautiful when you come.”
“Oh, damn,” she groans when I remove my fingers from her body and place them in my mouth. “That was good,” she whispers.
I smile at her, my cocky smile she has a love-hate relationship with, and then I lick my fingers. “Sweet. Salty. One hundred percent you.”
“Good God, that’s filthy.”
My brow shoots up. “Yeah?”
“Hell yeah,” she says as she shucks her jeans and the small cotton panties. “It’s so hot I need to come again. Right now. With or without you.” The way she’s smiling and breathless, so hungry for my dick is more than I can take.
“Come here,” I tell her seriously.
“What?”
“Come. Here. Now.”
Without argument, she takes a step closer. “Take my dick out.”
She licks her lips, her gaze still on me, as her hands make quick work of my jeans and boxers. She only shoves my pants down halfway before she has her hand on me, stroking me and rubbing her thumb on my slit. Then she says, “Damn.”
“I’ll be gentle.”
She laughs. “I really hope you won’t be.”
And that’s the last Ivy says other than my name along with a few moans. She’s in my arms with her legs around my waist, using gravity to slide down the length of my cock.
“So fucking tight,” I groan. “Tight and wet and greedy.” She fits me like a fucking glove, and once my hips start moving in long, deep strokes, I can’t stop.
“Oh, fuck! Fuck yes! Oh fuck yes,” she pants in my ear. “So fucking good.” She grips my hair and tugs my head backward to lick her way up my neck.
“Ivy,” I grunt. She’s close again. Her pussy is milking my cock, squeezing him like a possessive lover, and I’m barely holding on.
“Harder, Stone. Fuck me harder.”
I grip her hips at her command and give her what she wants, sliding her up and down my dick, harder and faster and deeper. The sound of slick skin hitting slick skin rips through the air, and soon enough, Ivy’s cries of pleasure join the symphony of sounds. “Oh, fuck, babe.”
“Yes,” she pants. “Yes!” Her head falls back and then forward as she arches into me, twitching and convulsing through her orgasm.