“Lie back,” I murmur, my voice low and rough with the need to taste her.
She obeys, climbing off my lap, the mattress shifts under us as she settles on the bed. Hovering over her, I reach out and brush empty air until my hand finds the edge of her hip. I kiss down the center of her chest, then lower, lips glidingover her stomach. She squirms when I reach the dip above her navel.
“Theodore.” I love how my name sounds on those delicious lips.
“You trust me?”
“Always.”
That single word sinks deep, not because of the breathless way it leaves her lips, but because it carries weight beyond this moment. It’s trust that stretches past the dark and into the light, a promise that doesn’t end when the sheets cool. It shakes me, breaking me open in the best and most terrifying way.
“Then let me have you,reallyhave you, for the first time.”
Her breath hitches. “I should tell you…I’m on birth control and was, um, tested after my last time. It’s been over two years and I haven’t been with anyone since.”
“And you know I’ve been poked and prodded for weeks. We’re good to go. I’ve never actually been with anyone without a condom before.”
The silence that follows my statement hums between us. Slowly, I reach out, finding her by sound and warmth, letting my hands roam the space between us. A gentle tug brings her closer, until her thighs are framing my shoulders and my knees hit the floor. Kissing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, I love the way her body shudders. Without sight, every tremor against my palms is amplified. I focus on the tremble in her muscles, the way her breath catches, and the tiny sounds that tell me exactly where she is and what she wants.
I press my mouth just above where she’s slick and pulsing, her intoxicating scent nearly undoing me. My first lick is slow andteasing. A soft moan escapes her lips. I take my time exploring her, memorizing every inch. Using the flat of my tongue, I play with her clit and add more pressure. Her whole body jolts as a result, all her sounds spurring me on. I suck her gently, then flick faster, and her hips buck. She’s panting and chasing the edge I keep her hovering near.
“Teddy, fuck, I’m?—”
I hum against her heat and that’s all it takes. She breaks with a moan so raw it nearly makes me come on the spot. Her thighs clamp around my head, trembling violently. I keep my mouth on her, gentler now, coaxing her through the orgasm until she’s gasping for breath. Her legs fall limp to the sides and I lift my head as she exhales my name like a prayer.
“Holy shit,” she pants, voice wrecked and disbelieving. I kiss her inner thigh. “You’ve been holding out on me.”
I get up and lie down beside her, brushing my lips on her cheek. “I wanted us to be here the first time I get to taste all of you, not in a hospital bed.”
She kisses me hard as a reply, a needy sound spilling from her throat as she tastes herself on my lips. Then she pushes at my chest until I’m flat on my back. Her mouth trails downward, leaving kisses across my chest. When her tongue traces along the lines of a tattoo on my lower stomach, slow and deliberate, heat shoots straight through me. Each brush of her lips feels like she’s marking me to stake a claim.
Her hand slides to grip my cock. “I want you in my mouth,” she says breathlessly and strokes me slowly.
I groan, my grip tightening on the sheets. “You’re killing me.”
She releases a husky, knowing laugh as warm breath ghosts over the head. The first flick of her tongue against my piercingrips a curse from my throat. Her tongue swirls, exploring my cock and I gasp when she takes me deeper, her mouth hot and tight around my thick length. She finds a rhythm, bobbing slowly, one hand wrapped around the base, the other caressing my balls. The pressure builds fast, dangerously fast.
“Ivy. That’s—shit—don’t stop,” I choke out.
She hums low in her throat, and the vibration tears a sound from me I didn’t know I could make. Just when I’m sure I can’t take another second, she slides my cock out of her mouth, a groan of protest leaving my lips.
Straddling my chest, her wet pussy brushes against my bare skin. Her knees settle on either side of my shoulders and her wet heat hovers above my mouth, the scent of her flooding my senses. Then her lips close around my cock again, and I almost lose control.Christ. I love how eager she is for more.
Sliding my hands up her thighs, over the globes of her muscular ass, I follow the curves of her body before pulling her down gently. I groan as my mouth finds her center, tongue plunging deep. She’s slick, swollen, and absolutely perfect.
It’s mutual torture—every sound, shiver and shared gasp stokes the fire between us. She trembles, thighs quaking around my head as I suck her clit harder. In return, she takes my cock deeper. My mouth stays on her with an effort, lapping her up until she falls apart again, sobbing my name.
That’s all it takes for me, too. My orgasm hits hard, crashing through me like a tidal wave, and I spill into her mouth with a gasp of her name. She swallows around me, drawing out every last pulse of my release.
She eases off and collapses onto the mattress beside me. The air is thick with heat, sweat and sex.
“How soon can you go again?” she murmurs, her fingertip tracing slow circles across my chest.
I blink, trying to process the question. “Again?”
She throws one leg over my waist. “I want you inside me,” she murmurs, leaning in close until her lips brush my ear, “going deeper than anyone else ever has.”
My cock twitches against her, hardening back to its full length. “Jesus, Ivy.”
