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“Ivy Mac,” I whisper, brushing my lips over hers. I hold her in my grasp as I come at her mouth again, sipping at her lips, tilting my head to experience her from a new angle.
Her hands slide over my back, stroking, urging me closer. We kiss with lazy slowness, learning each other’s mouths over and over, until our lips are swollen, and my jaw is sore. But I don’t stop. My head is spinning, my cock a hot slab between our pressed bellies. It would be so easy to spread her legs wide and sink in deep, fuck her again. But I hold back, enjoy this simple act. It sharpens everything, sends my body into hyperawareness.
Our breaths mingle, the edges of our lips just touching. My tongue flicks over hers, a tease that I feel in my balls. Sweat covers my skin and hers, makes me shiver. Yet I’m so hot, so drugged on her mouth, I can barely breathe.
Ivy moans a little, her hips rocking slightly. I know she wants to be filled, but she doesn’t push it either, just holds on to my neck like it’s her anchor and suckles my lip, slides her warm, slick tongue over mine.
My breath hitches. It’s a struggle not to roll her over, not to go wild and thrust my tongue as deep as it can get into her mouth. I want those things. Yet this self-inflicted torture feels so good, I’m close to coming. Just from kissing Ivy.
And it does something to me, makes my gut clench and my heart pound. I reach up, find her hand that’s burrowed beneath my pillow. Our fingers twine and my thumb presses against cool metal. Ivy’s wearing my ring.
Mine. She. Is. Mine.
“Ivy.” My thigh slides between hers, intent on parting them. But her hand grasps my shoulder, and she gives me a nudge. I let her ease me onto my back.
“What are you up to?” I murmur as she crawls over me, nuzzling her way down my neck.
Her voice is warm honey over my skin. “Let me take care of you for a while.”
I’ve had sex more times than I want to think about. Girls have gone down on me, done all they can to impress me. But take care of me? Kiss their way around my body like it’s some divine experience? Never. Not like Ivy.
My hands shake a little as I touch Ivy’s hair, pushing it back so I can see her face.
“Hey,” I whisper. “Turn around, so I can take care of you too.” This I know. I want to taste her, lose myself in making her feel good.
But she shakes her head, her hands gliding down my sides. “Not now. This is for you.”
Glossy brown hair slides over my skin, leaving goose bumps in its wake. Throat tight, I glance down, take in the sheen of her skin, those long, lean thighs, the way her tits sway as she moves. So damn beautiful. The tightness in my throat becomes a lump, and I swallow hard, draw in an unsteady breath. “Mac.”
At the sound of my voice, she lifts her head, her eyes meeting mine. I blink rapidly, my heart pushing against my ribs. She smiles, a soft curving of rosy lips, then presses a light kiss to my side. I feel it in my toes.
Ivy is clearly trying to torture me. Her sly tongue follows the line of my hip, runs along my abs, goes everywhere but where I want her to be. My cock lifts as if trying to flag her down. Finally, she gives the head a lazy little lick, and I practically swallow my tongue.
She’s done this before, but now, after kissing her for so long, I’m strung tight as a wire, sensitive to every touch. When she sucks me in, I moan so loud it sounds almost pained. My eyes squeeze shut, heat rippling over my skin.
My hand falls to the crown of her head. I hold her there, slowly pump my dick in and out of her willing mouth. She hums, the vibration going straight to my balls. My grip tightens. “So fucking good, honey. Like that. God, like that.”
Ivy grips my length as she sucks, then goes so deep, her mouth sliding over her fingers too. When she draws back, her wet fingers trail between my thighs, parting them. I let her do it, my muscles twitching under her hands. She caresses my balls, my ass, all the while sucking and licking my cock in a slow, steady attack.
“I love your mouth.” Watching her pink lips stretch around my dick is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I almost miss it when her fingers slip down past my balls.
Almost. Only her fingertip circles a place no one has ever touched.
My ass clenches, but I don’t move. I can’t. Her boldness has me off-kilter. Blood rushes through my ears. Half of my focus is on her warm, wet mouth, the other half on that finger. It’s kind of kinky, and fuck if that doesn’t make my dick go even harder.
She strokes me, the lightest of touches. And it feels good. Too good. With a little groan, she sucks me deep and then pushes that finger against me, seeking entry. I shouldn’t let her do this. It’s too much.
“Mac? I don’t know about... Never mind... Oh, fucking hell, yes.” Her finger slides in, a strange invasion that sets my body on fire. “Jesus, fuck...”
Chest heaving, I fight to stay still. God, but I want to rock my hips, push against that finger. Because it’s so indecent, so fucking erotic and good I grit my teeth, so close to coming that I can feel it rising up my balls. And then she hits a spot that stops my breath, maybe my heart.
“Oh fuck, Mac.” I thrust into her mouth, writhe against her hand. Which makes me feel it more. She’s taking me. Me, the one always in control. She is making love to me with her mouth and fucking me with her finger. It’s so intense, I don’t think, only pant and move with her as if my life depends on it.
My hand slides from her hair, slams to the bed to grasp the covers as I arch up into her mouth, my entire body drawing tight. Pleasure punches through me. I come so hard, the room turns hazy.
And she just takes it, drinking me down, sucking my cock with sharp tugs that have me babbling demands. “God, honey, promise you’ll marry me one day. I have to have this for the rest of our lives. Forever. Always. Fuck.”
She releases me with a long pull, her finger sliding away.
