Her lips are soft and warm, and I exhale a sigh of relief through my nose.
I can’t restrain my groan as she moves in deeper, her eager mouth opening for me without hesitation. The faintest whimper escapes her, and I sweep my tongue in. She meets mine with long languid strokes, biting my bottom lip. It feels so fucking good I tighten my grip on her hair.
She grips my T-shirt in both her fists, trying to pull me closer. Helping her out, I blindly move her computer to the bedside table, desperate to remove anything between us.
Sliding one hand down her body, I grip her ass, and press her closer to me.
It only adds fuel to the fire.
Gripping the back of her thighs, I set her on my lap to straddle me, never breaking the kiss. She lets out a gasp when her center lines up perfectly with my already throbbing cock—the pressure of it sends heat licking up my spine. She immediately grips the headboard for leverage and begins to lightly rock against me.
I pant into her mouth in between kisses, and grip her hips, pushing her down harder, helping press right where we both need. Her eyes are hooded, her breathing ragged. “Wesley,” she whines.
Fuck.
The sound of my name in that desperate voice is already bringing me dangerously close to the edge.
“I know. God, I know,” I grunt.
The way she swivels and rolls her hips against me—it makes me see stars. I move my mouth and leave a trail of open mouth kisses on her jaw, and down her neck. Sucking lightly on the skin under her ear, she gasps, and starts to move quicker now.
Her head thrown back, I take advantage of the easy access, and kiss and lick down her neck, all the way down to her chest. Her skin tastes likes sugar and vanilla, and I’m fucking drunk on it.
I feel entirely lost to the sounds she’s making.
I can feel her wetness start to soak through my shorts, and she smells just as sweet as she tastes. I’m desperate for it. She’s consumed all of my senses.
She yanks the collar of her tank top down, stretching the fabric to rest just beneath her breasts. The move lifts them up, offering them up to me on a fucking platter.
I take them in for the first time, and groan.
They're not too big, a little less than a handful, and so god damn perfect. They're round, and soft, and I want todevourthem. Her piercings glitter in the low light with small jewels on either side of the metal bars.
“Fuck,” I choke out. “Fucking perfect.”
Cupping both breasts, I dip my head and take one pebbled nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking roughly. Grabbing the metal bar with my teeth, I tug, and I’m immediately rewarded with a loud moan from Ivy.
“Yes, that. Do that.” She grabs the back of my neck, and holds me to her, encouraging me to keep going, so I do.
She grinds her hot fucking pussy on me as I give her other breast equal attention. I lick one long trail up the valley between her breasts, up to her neck, then to her chin.
I can’t help myself, and bite down on her jaw, making her whimper.
Leaning back, I watch with rapt attention the drunken lust on her face as she moves frantically in my lap—almost desperate. My dick is so hard it’s painful.
We’re dry-humping like a couple of teenagers, and it’s the hottest thing of my fucking life. Only she could do this to me. Her eyes are half-lidded and her lips are pink and swollen.
Holy shit, she’s beautiful.
“That’s it,” I praise. “Take what you need. Use me…yes, exactly like that. You’re doing so well,” I growl, never breaking eye contact.
Rubbing my thumbs back and forth over her taut nipples, I take turns plucking and tugging on the metal. The sounds she’s making are feral, and so fucking hot. She’s ruining me.
She increases speed, and I praise her again.
“Such a good girl for me,” I croon, and I feel her body shutter.
She’s getting close.
