Slowly tipping my head up to meet his mouth, I give him a gentle but deep kiss. I swipe my tongue in and taste myself on him, satisfaction thrumming inside me. We break apart, and he brings his hand up to my face, gently stroking my cheeks with his thumbs.
“You’re so god damn beautiful,” he whispers, almost absentmindedly while scanning my features.
Yep, it’s happening.
I lower my feet off of the counter top, sitting up straight, and guiding him back with my hands on his chest.He steps back to give me some room, and by the look on his face, he is absolutely stunned when I drop to my knees in front of him, and reach for his belt.
His wide eyes on mine, he gently pauses my hands with his.
“Hold on, Ivy. You don’t have to, this was about you. I don’t expect anything from you,” he says so tenderly, it only makes me want him more.
I give him my best doe-eyed innocent look. “I want to. Please.”
He dives both hands into his hair, and nods quickly, giving in instantly.
I smirk. Victory.
I unfasten his worn leather belt, and make quick work of the button and zipper. He helps pull down his pants a bit, and I come face to face with his hard cock straining against his tight black boxer briefs. My mouth waters.
I give it a few strokes with my open palm over the fabric, pressing down, adding pressure. His eyes roll and he lets out a gravelly, “Fuck.”
He’s staring down at me with his hands resting atop his head in utter disbelief. It makes me smile—almost giddy. I slide my fingers into his waist band, and pull his boxer briefs down.
His cock springs free, and I stare in awe. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a prettier dick. He’s big, and perfectly shaped. His tip is red and swollen, already dripping pre-cum. I look up, making eye contact with him as I dart my tongue out, and lick up the drop.
The cutest sound escapes him. It’s strangled and needy, and I need more of it. His eyes are wild and full of lust. Bringing his hands down, he helps move my hair out of my way and back behind my shoulders. He tenderly pets the top of my head, then cups my jaw, his large hand covering from my chin to the back of my neck.
I slip him into my mouth and swirl my tongue over the head. The taste of his pre-cum mixed with the musky, clean scent of him makes me go feral. I hum and take him down as far as I possibly can. He hits the back of my throat, and I breathe out through my nose, relaxing the muscle before taking him even further.
“Ivy, fuck,” Wesley groans, continuing to pet my head—my heart soars at the affection.
I brace my hands on his thighs, and start bobbing up and down, sucking and swirling my flattened tongue up the underside of his hard, smooth cock, with long methodical strokes. His breathing grows ragged, and he threads his fingers through the hair at my temples.
He rakes his fingers all the way through until he holds my entire skull between his hands, and I moan around him.
Yes. Do that.
I tell him as much when I meet his eye, and nod as much as I can. He takes the hint and growls, tightening his grip on my hair. I take him to the back of my throat again, and swallow around the head of his cock. I suck and lick with wild abandon, and Wesley straight upmoans.
Loudly.
“Oh, you’re taking me so well, baby. Just like that. That’s my girl,” Wesley praises, and I bask in it.
The term of endearment, and the sound of his blatant pleasure only spurs me on, fueling my fire. It’s like a drug, and I need more, immediately. I pick up the pace, then take a note from his book, gathering as much spit as I can, and letting my saliva drip, leaving a trail from my lips to the head.
I spread the spit down with my hand, giving him a few long pumps. He moans again, then guides my head back to his length, pressing all the way in, to the back of my throat.
I grip the base of him in my fist, then continue to swirl and suck eagerly, twisting and stroking him in tandem. Using my other hand, I cup his balls, gently rolling them and tugging them over and over. I moan and hum, the sound of my sucking is loud and crass. His hand on my head helps me bob up and down.
“Yes,yes,” he growls. “Fuck. That feels so fucking good.” I feel his low, gruff voice skate over my skin, making goosebumps wash over me.
I look up at him through watery lashes. The saliva starts to leak out the sides of my mouth, and I remove my hands, relaxing my head and neck into his tight grip, surrendering.
He quirks his brow, mouth open and panting hard.
I nod.Yes, do it.
He growls and I can tell his control is slipping.
