She stands on her knees and does a come closer gesture with her finger, the other hand propped on her hip. My dick twitches in my joggers.
I close the space between us and immediately take both hands, weaving them through her hair, the nape of her neck, and pull her lips to mine. Her mouth parts, letting my tongue graze hers. Ivy bites my lower lip, setting the tone.
The groan I let out is unplanned and the most visceral of reactions.
“Did you miss me?” she teases.
My response is a series of quick kisses and nips from her jawline down to her neck. I take my time as she lets out these little laughs and moans.
“I could live off those sounds,” I say before peppering a line of kisses on her collarbone.
The emerald lace is bunched at the top of the bra, letting the fabric lightly touch the tops of her breasts. After a playful hair pull, my fingers walk a line from the nape of her neck to the heavenly spot where the lace meets skin.
“New York isn’t all bad. It has things like this for me to bring home,” Ivy laughs as I take her in.
I put my face between her breasts and she leans back, giving me a bit more access. I take my tongue from the top of her cleavage over to one of her perfect tits.
I catch her eyes and kneel on the bed with her, needing to be closer.
“Were you thinking of me when you bought this?” I kiss the bulge of her breasts, almost spilling over the lingerie top—the curves I’ve desperately missed.
“Only ever you, Holland.” She yips as I pull the fabric down, enough to put a nipple in my mouth. Flicking it with my tongue, I take in as much of her as I can. “I was especially thinking of how you’d need to be gentle with these panties. No ripping.”
Her telling me what to do makes me want to scream. I put my hands under her armpits, her arms wrapping around my neck, as I pick her up, off her knees.
She wraps her legs around my hips, while I’m still kneeling. My hands move to her back, unclasping her bra. No ripping…
When her tits spill out, I lightly push her on her back. The friction of her rubbing on my pants, my dick hard, is heaven and hell. The pleasure of any touch, feeling, the one I’ve missed but am aching for more.
She extends her legs and all I can stare at are those delicate fucking panties. I hook a finger on the band and pull them down just a little. I kiss the sensitive spot underneath her belly button before hitching a leg up and kissing up and down her inner thigh.
Those thighs. Fuck, I’ve missed them.
I lightly bite when I get close to the edge of her panties and Ivy squirms beneath me. My girl loves being teased. I lightly lick up and down before placing the softest of kisses, while my other hand grips her ass.
“I need, fuck. I need more,” Ivy says, voice hoarse and breathless as she bows off the bed.
“What do you need more of?” I love making her tell me exactly what to do.
She moans as I pull her panties down an inch further, kissing closer to her center.
“You know what I need." Her words are quick as I lick closer and closer to where she needs but I won’t go there until she says it. “I need you to make me come.”
I grin as I move kisses to the top of where the fabric meets her skin. “How do you want to come, baby?”
“Use your mouth and your fingers,” she says as she moves underneath me, trying to find the pressure and pace that works best for her.
When I feel her eyes on me, I tilt my face up to see her watching me. Fuck, why is this so hot? I give her a devilish grin before torturing her with the slowest pull of her panties, all the way down.
“You told me to be gentle.”
Ivy puts her hands in my hair, still writhing her hips, and presses enough for me to know she’s trying to be in control. So, I let her.
I kiss her clit and am rewarded with a sweet, sweet whimper.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Ivy
