So far, though, Ivy’s favorite parts were the sounds coming from Sean. His low growls and moans as he tasted and nibbled her flesh, like he truly enjoyed every part of her. He didn’t seem to have anyoffs. He didn’t avoid anything, appeared to have no shame either. There was no part of her he didn’t taste, lick, or touch and, amazingly to Ivy, enjoy. No part of her he didn’t relish or savor.
He nipped and kissed the soft skin of her thighs, putting his hand between them to nudge them wider so he could stroke his tongue along the inside. She heard her own moans as his day-old stubble scratched along the tender flesh of her inner thigh when he kissed her. Shelovedit. And told him so. Over and over.
Torturously, he avoided her center, even though, by that point, it was drenched and aching for him. Her body was so hot, her skin on fire from his slow torment. She was sure she wouldn’t mind if he kissed her there now. Pretty sure, at least.
But he avoided it, instead moving up her stomach, over her breast, and spending time with each nipple in turn, until they were hard peaks, straining in his direction, begging for more. It was like there was an electric line between her nipples and her core. When one was stimulated, everything became electric.
Sean kissed every inch of her from hairline to earlobe to neck—oh God, her neck. Maybe that was her favorite. The thighs had been good but the neck—especially the spot right beneath her ear.
This was all reminding her of the childhood song where the bones all connected together to make one body. Maybe sexual stimulation was the same, all connected, because when his mouth touched her ear, desire shivered down her neck, then to her nipples. Her core was now aching so acutely she wondered if she might orgasm like this.
Then he loosely lifted her wrist, raising it above her head, and instinctively she tensed. Sean stopped immediately, his eyes finding hers. He held her there with his gaze, and she swallowed.
“Talk to me.”
“I don’t like—My hands need to be free,” she managed.
Sean dipped to the side, tucked her into his chest, and kissed her deeply, his hands finding the spots she loved, and easing her into her relaxed state again.
After a while, he asked, “How does that feel?”
“Good.” Once again, her brain was fuzzy with need.
“I promise I’ll never restrain you. I want you to always be free to move and touch whatever and whenever you want. I like that you do. In fact, I love it. I don’t want to trap you, Ivy. I want to worship you.” His eyes shone with truth, then with humor. “And also, I wanted access.”
“Access?” she asked, her arm still over her head, even though he’d let go. “To what?”
“To this.” He ducked his head and flicked his tongue over her armpit, and she nearly came clean off the bed.
“Ohmigod!” she shrieked. “Off, off, off!” She struggled between squealing and laughing.
This man really needed someoffsof his own. A rush of thoughts raced through her head. Was she even wearing deodorant? She resisted the urge to do the sniff test. Who licked armpits? It tickled. Did she like that? Nope. “That’s a bigoff. Don’t ever do that again.”
He laughed. “Okay. But how about here?” He suckled the side swell of her breast, then the underside. And she melted.
“Sean.” His name was a moan on her lips, and he replied with a rumbling hum of his own.
“I love when you say my name like that. All soft and sexy, like me licking you is better than chocolate.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, big guy,” she murmured, but he was heading south again and then only one word rang through her head. “Please.”
She was begging, even as her thighs fell open. When he put his lips on her, any worry or disgust she’d had was no more than a chalk outline in her brain. A shadow of something that should be there, but surprisingly wasn’t anymore. The power of the armpit lick? After all, if the man could taste her there and not be repulsed, he’d probably enjoy her flavor anywhere.
Also, the ache of need was now becoming unbearable. If he didn’t do something to relieve the pressure soon, she’d explode. And then there it was. His tongue running over her, parting her seam, and delving between. Raw, hungry groans emerged from him, like he was a starving man feasting, and something unclipped in Ivy’s heart and floated away, just like that. She wasn’t dirty or unclean. As Sean hungrily devoured her, she started to believe she might be…delicious.
Even more miraculous, her mind silenced, allowing her body to chase her release freely. Thighs clamped around his head, fingers dug into the comforter beside her in a death grip, guttural moans falling from her lips, only interrupted by his name, hips pressed upward, closer to his face. If she was embarrassing herself, there was no stopping it. She was completely out of control, with no way to get back into the driver’s seat. Not that she even wanted to go there, because never in a hundred thousand million of her twenty-six years had she ever experienced this level of bliss.
No, good wasn’t the right word. It didn’t do justice to the current coursing through her body.Alive.She’d never been this alive.
“Sean, that’s—Oh God, I’m going to—I can’t—” And then she was. Crying out, because words were beyond her as she rocketed through the strongest sexual release she’d ever experienced. Aching in intensity, bordering on agony but not painful at all, only…electrifying. And it went on and on, wave after wave, like a tide rushing in and washing away everything on the shoreline. As she sobbed through her climax, she let it take away all of her inhibitions and self-doubt, until there was nothing left but a smooth surface. A fresh start.
Still shuddering when it was over, Ivy flopped back onto the mattress, staring at the ceiling as she tried to catch her breath. Only a few seconds passed before two hands gripped her ankles and tugged her down to the edge of the bed. She shrieked as her naked ass slid down the bed.
Looking up, she met Sean’s heated, laughter-filled gaze. Standing at the foot of the bed, he grinned, like he knew exactly what he was doing. His hands resting on her ankles slid up her calves, sending all kinds of happy dances through her nerve endings. When he got to her knees, he spread them apart and made room for himself between. His erection, already covered in a condom, bobbed in her direction, long and thick, making her hot all over again.
She lifted herself to her elbows. “Your turn?” she asked, feeling bad that she’d come so hard, while not giving a single thought to his climax, even though this night was supposed to be all about him.
Sean gripped himself and drew nearer, all amusement replaced with a hunger that belied the feast he’d just had. “Our turn,” he corrected in a low, husky voice that made all her insides melt.
