"You're doing so good," I whisper against her slick flesh. "Let go for me."
She's right there, hovering on the edge, but still holding back like she's afraid to completely surrender. I can feel the tension in her thighs, see it in how her fingers clutch the sheets.
"Caleb, I can't . . . it's too much."
"Yes, you fucking can," I growl, sucking hard enough to make her cry out. "Don't hold back. Give it to me."
Ivy tightens around my fingers and then breaks. She gushes, soaking my hand and mouth, wetness spilling down her thighs and ontothe sheets. The sudden rush makes me groan in shock and fierce satisfaction.
"Holy shit," I rasp, licking her clean.
Her eyes fly open, panic washing over her face as she tries to cover herself. "Oh my god. Caleb, I didn't mean to. I'm so sorry! That's never—"
"Uh-uh." I cut in, already pushing her back down. My hands force her thighs apart and I dive in again. "Don't ever apologize for that. Jesus, babe, it was the hottest thing I've ever experienced."
And it was. I loved the way she completely let go. The way she trusted me enough to lose herself entirely. I want to bring her there again and again until she stops questioning her own pleasure.
She whimpers, trying to twist away, but I don't give her time to regroup.
"Too much," she pants, voice breaking.
"You can take it." I lap gently at her gently, coaxing her back up. "One more for me."
Her skin is slick with sweat, and flushed everywhere. She pulses around my fingers, still riding the aftershocks of her first orgasm, and when I curl them deeper she cries out.
"More?" I rasp.
She nods frantically, her hands fisting in the sheets by her head. But her body answers more honestly. She gets even wetter around my fingers, and I can feel the rhythmic fluttering of her walls that means she's close again.
"Ivy." My voice is rough with awe. "You're so beautiful."
I ease a third finger inside, stretching her open, and press open-mouthed kisses across her quivering stomach. She moans, back arching off the bed, and the second I suck her clit back into my mouth she screams, thighs clamping around my head, heels digging into the mattress as pleasure rips through her.
Her sobs tear at me, desperate and unrestrained, but I don't stop. Not when she trembles. Not when she squirts again, soaking the sheets beneath us. Not when her voice breaks around my name. I hold her steady, drawing every last spasm out of her until she collapses, drenched and utterly ruined.
Ivy's final moan shatters me, and a strangled groan tears from my throat as I rut helplessly against the mattress, coming in my boxers like a fucking teenager. But I don't care. Not when she's still pulsing against my tongue. Not when I know I did this to her.
I pull back slowly, kissing my way up her trembling thighs, her soft stomach, the valley between her breasts. When I reach her mouth, I hover just above it
"You okay?" I murmur, brushing damp strands from her forehead. Her skin is feverish against my fingertips, and she looks like she's been thoroughly ravished.
She opens her eyes, dazed and stunned. "I've never . . ." Her voice catches. "I didn't know I could . . ."
I press a kiss to her flushed cheek. "You can," I say, smug as hell now. "With me, apparently."
"Shut up." She laughs, mortified and glowing, and I know I'll chase that sound forever.
"I'm obsessed with you," I whisper. "And I can't wait to make you do it again."
I collapse beside her, heart pounding, every nerve still buzzing. The sheets are a disaster beneath us, and the room smells like sex and her vanilla candle and something that's purelyus. She slides her hand down my stomach, and I snag it mid-movement before she gets too far.
"Why are you stopping me?"
I glance away, heat rising in my face. "I, uh . . . already finished."
Her eyes go wide. "No, youdidn't."
"Yeah. I did."
