It just feels right.
"Oh, fuck." Asher's voice is harsh in my ears, his eyes squeezed shut, head falling back on the mountain of pillows behind him.
I look up, watching his face as my hand pumps, moving faster, hand curling around the mushroom head before sliding down the shaft, applying pressure the whole time. I adjust in my seat a little, curling my legs under me for more stability and add a second hand.
"Fuck." Asher hisses, eyes opening. "Just like that,-" he groans, the sound sending a shockwave straight to my core.
The more I watch him come apart at my fingertips, the more powerful I feel. I begin to move faster, both hands working in tandem as I feel my wrist begin to hurt.
I slow down, removing one hand just to work with the other and Asher's eyes snap open, turning to look at me. "Are you edging me on purpose, Ivy?" The words are said through his teeth, a red flush on his cheeks.
"No." I blush, "my wrist hurts."
He laughs, the sound choked when I tighten my grip a little and pump faster, wanting to get him off.
He doesn't reply, the abdominal muscles I can see through his shirt tightening and flexing. He reaches forward, like he needs something to grab onto, and his hands find my shoulder, pulling me forward until I topple over him, my hand trapped between us and still wrapped around his dick.
His lips slam onto mine and I adjust a little, straddling his thigh so I can kiss him but leaving enough space between us so I can still pump him.
He bites my lips slightly. "You're going to be the fucking death of me, Ivy Collin's." And stops kissing me, staring into my eyes.
Heat envelopes me and I move further down the bed, until my head is very much in line with his dick.
I glance up, watching him through my lashes as he watches me, the desire on his face, for me, driving my actions as I line his dick up with my mouth.
"You look so fucking good down there." He whispers, the words so low I have to strain to hear them and then I take him into my mouth and he's saying nothing but my name and a plea to some God.
Chapter 15
Tip fifteen; Play with the balls. Palm them, roll them, suck them (if you're into that)
Ivy
Asher's hand slips into my hair, fingers curling into the strands, and I glance up at him before lowering myself again. Saliva pools in my mouth, slicking along his shaft, and I hope, really hope that makes this easier. I force myself to breathe through my nose, because I remember reading somewhere that it helps, that it stops your mouth from drying out, and God, I really don't want to mess this up.
But judging by Asher's face right now, it's working.
He frowns, hand in my hair guiding me up and down his shaft. I feel him hit the back of my throat. I gag and pause for a moment before swallowing.
"Holy fuck-" his voice is a hiss, echoing in my ears. "Fuck."
Another memory hits me, of a book I'd read where the girl -
I move my hand up his thigh, fingers running along the hair there before finding his hip and moving inwards, fingers trailing along his dick as my head continues bobbing, one hand wrapped fully around it and the other I move towards his balls, grasping them in my hand.
"Ivy-" Asher grunts, hips lifting on the bed, "what-"
I take him further in my mouth, working him with my tongue and lips and my hands, until he's tensing beneath me. Legs jerking and toes curling towards an orgasm.
His cum shoots into my mouth like a shot and I jerk back a little before swallowing it down and he slips free; the hand curled into my hair pulling me towards him until I'm resting on his chest.
I look at up into his eyes. "Was that-"
He grins. "Good?" He tilts his head at me and draws me closer before pressing a kiss to my cheek. "It was amazing." He looks between my eyes. "You didn't have to swallow."
I scrunch my nose up. "I wanted to." And then I look away. "But I won't be doing it again."
He laughs, head thrown back before pulling me into his side and curling an arm around my waist.
