I pop the button and pull the zipper. She pushes them down along with my boxer briefs. I step out of them, kick them aside. She's still in her jeans, and I reach for them, but she catches my wrist.
"Not yet." She lets go and points to the bed. "Lie on your back."
I'm a man used to giving orders, not taking them. But for her? I'd do anything she demands.
I lie against the white sheets. Above me, through the transparent ceiling, the sky's shifting from gold to amber through the clear ceiling, but she has all my attention.
She hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, black lace matching the bra on the floor. "You want these off too?"
“Yes,” I growl.
She slides them down, never breaking eye contact, stepping out of them. Standing before me, naked and gorgeous, I take my fill of her. Not that I’ll ever get enough. I take in every curve, every inch of skin I want to taste.
"Get over here before I come get you myself."
Her grin is wicked as she moves to the end of the bed. Keeping her gaze on me, she starts at my feet, hands sliding up my calves, my thighs. Her mouth follows, pressing kisses that are too light, too teasing. By the time she reaches my hips, I'm so hard it hurts.
“Ivy...”
"Shh." Her breath ghosts over my dick, and I nearly come off the bed. Then her mouth is on me and the air punches out of my lungs.
She takes me deep, her tongue sliding along my shaft in a way that makes my vision blur. Her hand wraps around what her mouth can't reach, working me in perfect rhythm. It's too good, too much, too everything.
"Fuck," I groan, my hands fisting in the sheets.
She hums around me, the vibration making my hips jerk. Her teeth scrape lightly, and I know she’s smiling. She pulls back, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock.
"I need to feel you," I manage to get out. "Come here."
She releases me with a wet sound that nearly undoes me. "What do you want?"
"Turn around," I tell her. "Straddle me."
Understanding lights her eyes. She moves, swinging one leg over me, but facing away. Her knees bracket my head and I cansee how wet she is, how ready. My hands find her hips, pull her down to my mouth.
The first taste of her makes me groan. She's sweet and heady and uniquely Ivy, and I'm starving for her. I lick up her center, slow and thorough. Her whole body shudders.
Then she takes me into her mouth again and I nearly lose it.
We find a rhythm. Her mouth on me, mine on her. I explore her with my tongue, learning her all over again. What makes her gasp. What makes her rock back against my face. I slide two fingers inside her and she moans around my cock.
"Don't do that," I warn, pulling back just enough to speak. "Or this will be over way too soon."
She doesn't listen. Instead, takes me deeper, all the way to the back of her throat. It's too good, too much, my whole body is strung tight.
My groan is deep and guttural, vibrating against her, and she pulls off me just long enough to gasp, "I felt that everywhere."
Then she's back on me, her hand cupping my balls, rolling them gently. The dual sensation is overwhelming. I try to focus on her, on making her feel as good as she makes me feel, but then she does something with her tongue, and her fingers squeeze just right, and my orgasm blindsides me.
My back arches off the bed, hips jerking up as I spill into her mouth. I can't even warn her. It hits like a freight train, stealing my breath, my vision, everything. She doesn’t pull away, takes all I give, and the sensation whites out sight, sound, and thought. My fingers grip her thighs hard enough to leave marks while my whole body goes rigid, then shudders through aftershock after aftershock. I make a sound that’s raw and guttural.
She turns, her eyes are feral with want. Climbing up my body, she grabs onto the headboard without me telling her to.
“Ride my face.” I grab her hips, pulling her down the rest of the way. She tastes like heaven and my favorite sins.
She's always taken what she needs from me. I’m finally understanding why I love surrendering to her. This is what I've been craving without knowing it. Giving her control. Letting go.
I eat her like a starving man, wanting her dripping down my face, wanting to drown in her. My tongue circles her clit before sucking it between my lips, and her hips jerk.
