Kneeling at her waist, he grabbed her hips, pulling her against his mouth. He pressed his lips to her soft skin, dropping kisses along her hip bone, over the flesh of her stomach, right to her tits, until his mouth covered her juicy nipple. He sucked on it like it was the best damn treat ever.
“Totally unfair,” Ivy moaned as he pressed his tongue on her sweet beaded point.
He loved this strong, stubborn woman, and if he could stay buried in her breasts all day, every day, that’d be enough for him. Her hands threaded through his hair, and she pulled him closer. He roughly pulled her underwear to the side and finger fucked her hard and fast.
“No! Too damn much.”
Her hips hit his face. He grabbed her legs, took his fingers out, and stuck them in her mouth.
“Not too much at all, Princess.”
Her lips sucked his fingers, glaring at him. He pulled his fingers out of her mouth, spreading her legs wider. Her pussy was so wet, shining with her juices. As his tongue circled her hood, he inhaled the salty taste of her.
“Gabe! Damn you!” She scratched his arms hard enough to break the skin. He didn’t care
She mewled above him, her hands softening. Her hips thrust into his face, and he smacked her thigh.
The scent of her pussy. That’s what he needed. Nothing on the planet soothed his angry vibes like this. And this is where he belonged with Ivy, his submissive.
He twirled his tongue along her swollen wet folds, sucking and teasing.
“Too much. Yes! Don’t stop!” She cried from above him, grabbing his hair.
Oh, he couldn’t stop, even if he wanted to. He drowned in her. All his senses washed with the smell, the taste of her. The feel of her wetness coating his tongue was heaven.
He felt her muscles clench, her hands tangling in his hair.
Holding her hips, he flicked his tongue as hard as he could over her swollen clit, sucking it as if the salty sweetness was the very air he needed.
“Gabe! God damn you!”
He pulled out and stared at her from kneeling between her legs. She was angry and trying to be in control, and there was nothing sexier in the whole freaking world.
“You want to come for me, don’t you, Princess?”
“No.” Her hips lurched forward.
He grinned and pressed his thumb to her clit.
“You will come for me. Right on my tongue.”
She turned her head from side to side. “Don’t want to.”
“Going to make you.” He put his mouth on her heated deliciousness, biting down on her clit.
She exploded on his tongue. “Fuck you, Sir!”
Man, her anger was a turn-on. His cock throbbed.
Her legs trembled, but he kept sucking her clit, through the aftershocks. She slid against the wall, her hands resting on his shoulder. “I’m a mess.”
“No, you’re not.” He cradled her, bringing her in his lap. He stroked her hair, kissing her softly.
“I wish I could hate you.”
Her pain-stricken glaze tore him to shreds.
“I’m going to make it right, Ivy. I don’t know how, but I’m going to try.” Gabe swept her hot tears away.
