“JJ—” she whimpers, and I pull back slowly.
Her eyes are dilated. I can barely see the green, all black.All desire.
I groan and slam my lips down onto hers and tilt her head back, pushing her into the desk and slipping my fingers through the back of her hair. My teeth graze her bottom lip, and she quivers against my chest, her fingers latching onto my forearms as I devour her mouth. Her tongue is eager against mine, and I grant her what she wants. As soon as they brush, we moan at the same time.
Holy fuck. I’m not going to last three seconds.
My hands abandon her hair, and I slip them down the softness of her silk robe, over her back, and across her ass. I grip her thighs gently and haul her upwards, her legs clinging to my waist effortlessly.
Ivy’s arms wind around my neck, our chests flush to one another. Her head twists, and I get another delicious taste of her tongue. The passion is enough to tear my head right off, and if I don’t claim her right now, I might die. No exaggeration.
I draw her away from the desk and walk towards her bed, both of our hearts thrashing loudly. I drop her onto the bed softly, pulling my lips away from hers. Her lashes flutter open, and I stand up straight, her champagne locks splayed across her light bedsheets.
I reach down to the knot of her robe in the middle of her stomach and gently tug at the material before Ivy covers my hand with hers. I meet her eyes and the reservation behind them. We both pause until she inhales and removes her hand, giving me silent permission to carry on.
For a few moments, I don’t do anything. I focus on her expression and make sure that she doesn’t make a last-minute decision to change her mind. But something flashes in her eyes—encouragement. So this time, I tug on the material that’s keeping the robe together, and it falls to her sides.
A hiss escapes my lips as I take in her heavenly body. “Ohhh fuck.” I swipe a hand over my mouth to make sure I’m not immediately drooling. My eyes widen at that delicious underwear set against her pale skin.
Ivy stares back at me with uncertainty, and I shake my head, exploring her with my eyes again. Her bra cups her breasts, her thong resting against the tips of her hips. This colour is an absolute dream on her.Perfect.
I lower myself down to the bed and press a kiss to the centre of her stomach. “You are beautiful, Ivy,” I whisper against her skin. “So beautiful. It should be a fucking crime to look this pretty.”
She arches her back away from the bed as I clutch her waist and kiss a little higher. Up and over her chest, neck, shoulders. My eyes latch onto her scar that rests beside her heart, and I press one simple kiss to the centre of it before venturing downwards.
Ivy wriggles against my hold, tiny little whimpers escaping her lips as I reach the hem of her underwear. I smile up at her, back arched and fingers kneading into the duvet. I’ve barely touched her, and I have her in the palm of my hand.
I hook my fingers into the strap of her thong and tug it down her legs smoothly. Her eyes find mine as she pushes herself up slowly. I wait, giving her time to tell me to stop, but all she does is nod, and I press a kiss to the centre of her stomach again. I wrap my arms around her legs and tug her to the bottom of the bed, her ass hanging over the edge, and a yelp falls from her mouth.
A chuckle escapes my own, and I kiss the insides of her thighs. Her skin is soft against my face, and I close my eyes, enjoying the warmth and closeness after all the space I’ve given her.
And now I get her all to myself.
My eyes settle on her glistening pussy. I groan at the sight, desperate for another real taste. It’s been months.Monthstoo long. Satisfied that she’s wet and ready for me, I lower my mouth to her core and latch my lips around her throbbing clit. Ivy moans loudly and claws at the bed. The taste of her explodes on my tongue, and my eyes almost roll into the back of my head.
I push her thighs apart, spreading them wide so I can lick and devour her. My thumbs press into her flesh as her hands find their way over my head, her fingertips grazing the bristles of my buzz cut. Sometimes I wish I didn’t shave my hair off so she could tug on it as much as she wanted, that would make me rock fucking hard.
My tongue rolls over her clit generously, feeling it grow bigger beneath me. I pull back and give it a little peck. Ivy’s entire body jolts, and I smirk at her sensitivity. I’m living for her. Fuck, I’m living for the taste of her.
I suck on her clit again.
“JJ,” she moans aloud.
Her breathing becomes irregular, and I keep up the pace, tasting her arousal as it pools between her legs. She hums softly, her breath hitching every time I rock over her bundle of nerves.
My tongue continues to lap at her, enjoying every damn second of being between her legs. Her clit pulsates against my tongue and I pull away, knowing she’s close. She pushes herself up from the bed and gasps at me, eyes heavy.
I grip onto the neckline of my T-shirt and strip it from my body in one swift movement. Ivy’s eyes float over my bare chest, and she shivers, shutting her legs slowly. I shake my head; I’m nowhere near done with her.
Instead of returning to my previous position—the taste of her on my tongue making me crave more—I slip my arm underneath her waist and tug her towards me. She flashes me a look of surprise, but she doesn’t fight me. This time, I spin her around and face us towards her floor-length mirror that rests against the wall. I climb onto the bed behind her, both of us sitting on our knees.
One of my hands wraps around the front of her waist as she settles between my legs. My head is above hers as she rests her back against my bare chest. I stare at her in the reflection and study her gorgeous, flushed face. I sink my fingers down her stomach, and it goes taut beneath my touch.
Then I rest them above her core, and Ivy whimpers as I tease her. Unable to help the smirk on my face at the way her eyes fall shut when I slip my finger down her soaked core. She latches onto my hand and exhales an innocent whimper.
I grip her jaw and force her eyes to the mirror, but she doesn’t open them. I chew on the inside of my lip and slide my middle finger directly into her wet pussy, and she gasps, muffling a moan as best as she can.
My thumb runs circles around her clit, stopping when she comes too close to the edge. I can’t take my eyes off her face in the reflection, her frustration showing fast because she wants to come.
