“It’s you, Vee. It’s fucking you,” I groan, sinking my fingers back into her hair to shove my tit into her face. Ivy chuckles and I’m too fucking turned on to be self conscious. She flicks her tongue against one pebbled nipple, the wet warmth of flesh contrasting beautifully with the cool steel of her tongue ring to send hot pulses of pleasure throughout my body. She alternates her worship with quick flicks and long,sensual sucks of my nipples, lavishing one and then the other. My clit pulses, aching to be touched as liquid heat pools in my belly. Honestly, being pregnant does make my body more sensitive and responsive, but even my whacked-out hormones have nothing on the effect that Ivy’s mouth has on me.
“Fuck, Delilah, these breasts. They’ve haunted me for so goddamn long. Do you know how fucking hard it is not to stare at you when you’re this. Fucking. Beautiful.” She punctuates each word with delicious licks on each of my nipples and between my breasts. “I never want to stop licking them.”
“Maybe you could stop long enough to have a go at my pussy, though.”
Ivy looks up at me, delight and amusement playing in her gorgeous eyes, so bright and blue that they’re almost opal.
“Delilah Hudson,” she says with a devilish smirk. “You’ve got a mouth on you, huh? You want me to eat your pussy, baby? Is that how you want me to take care of you?”
“Yes,” I say immediately, making Ivy snort out another laugh. “I’ve never come that way, but I think I could with you.”
“Lilah baby, IknowI can make you come on my tongue. Why don’t you lift these pretty hips for me and take off your panties so I can show you justhow good I can make you feel?” She dips her fingers into the waistband of my pajama shorts and starts to tug.
“Wait!” I say, and Ivy immediately pulls her hands away and shuffles until she’s on her knees, hands in the air like she’s about to be arrested.
“We can stop. We don’t have to?—”
“No. No stopping. I just want to do something first.”
With a bit of awkward shuffling of my own—the baby apps say Little Bean is only the size of a mango, but you’d think they were a damn jackfruit for how they’re already fucking with my mobility—I prop myself up on an elbow and grab a handful of Ivy’s tank top with my free hand. It takes a second, but when she realizes what I’m doing she helps me out and pulls the garment over her head, leaving her bare except for those all-too-sexy flannel boxers.
I couldn’t stop the way my mouth drops open and my tongue lolls out like an old-time cartoon character if I tried. If I had a dick, I’d be popping the most obvious boner right now.
I’ve seen Ivy topless before. In fact, I’ve seen her entire vulva at least once when we tried to give each other at-home bikini waxes in our early twenties, and she definitely saw more than her fair share of me when I was giving birth to Sadie. We’ve known eachother for twenty years, and we’ve never been shy about our bodies around each other.
All of that’s to say, I didn’t expect to be so…flustered by the sight of Ivy’s bare breasts right now. But even though I’ve seen her nude, I’ve never had the privilege of seeing her likethis, with her skin flushed pink and dewy from arousal. Her nipples are puckered into hard little points, the diamond barbells pierced through each one providing the perfect accent to the creamy swells of her small, gorgeous breasts.
My eyes track from one breast to another, down along the snake and rose tattoo that starts low on her sternum and extends to the tippy top of her belly button. I reach out and trace the long, thorny stem from the bottom to where it bursts into petals, then cup one breast in my hand. My thumb finds her nipple and I brush over the sensitive peak, my mouth watering as I slide the piercing back and forth, eliciting a delightful groan from Ivy’s throat.
“Come down here and kiss me, Vee,” I plead, and she doesn’t hesitate. Ivy leans in and captures my lips with hers, hovering ever so slightly. I pull back and wrap my hands around her waist.
“You’re not gonna squish the baby. Get down here and kiss me properly.” I yank her closer until she’s forced to settle her weight on my body, and anindescribable shiver runs down my spine when I feel her tits pressing against mine. Her skin is blazing hot as she moans against my mouth, rocking slightly forward and back to graze her nipples along my chest.
This.This is what I want, what I’ve been aching for. The feel of Ivy’s body pressing down on mine, skin on skin, touching and kissing and grinding, a fervent need and a promise to fulfill it all in one. I feel perfect underneath her, like this is where I was always meant to be. I’ll crave this every moment for the rest of my life. This is the moment that everything changes, the image that burns the film and leaves it forever altered. We kiss and bite and tug, hands groping breasts and hair and hips. I wiggle beneath her until I can slot my thigh between her legs and arch up, feeling the hot vee of her pussy pressing down on me.
“Fuck, Lilah,” she gasps, dropping her forehead to the crook of my neck. I dig my foot into the bed, giving her a solid, stable spot to ride, making mental notes of every moan and movement so I can catalog exactly what Ivy likes and how to give it to her. The urge to slip a hand into my pants and rub my clit is strong; my pussy is practically weeping at the sight of this gorgeous woman using my body to pleasure herself, but I hold back. Ivy always gives me onehundred percent of her attention, and she deserves one hundred percent of mine in return.
Her breathing grows faster, the buck of her hips sharper with each grind. I can feel the way she’s drenching her boxers. I think I can even feel the bump of her clit through the fabric. She must be so swollen, so achy, so desperate to come. Fuck, I cannot wait to get my tongue on that clit. I bet she tastes incredible. I’d ask to eat her out now if I thought I could successfully get her off, but she’s doing such a good job of getting herself there on my leg that I don’t interrupt her.
Instead, I link my hand with hers and bring her knuckles to my lips, kissing each one.
“Keep going, Vee. Let me see how pretty you are when you come for me.”
Ivy squeezes my hand tight, and with a muttered ‘fuck’, her entire body seizes up on top of me, every muscle fiber trembling wildly as she humps my thigh. She bites down on my neck, right where the sensitive skin meets my shoulder, and I watch with rapt attention as her orgasm washes over her. It seems to go on and on and on, and I never want it to end. I savor every moan, every jolt of her body, every shaky exhale of breath against my chest, cataloging each one for my memory bank because there is no way anything in the world ismore beautiful than Ivy Crowe coming undone on top of me.
When she finally goes slack on top of me, I let go of her hand and sink my fingers into her hair, now damp with sweat.
“That…was not how that was supposed to go,” she says, sounding like she just ran a marathon. “I was supposed to blow your mind, not the other way around.”
“I mean, to be fair, I didn’t really do anything. So if anyone blew your mind, it was you.”
Ivy doesn’t take my teasing bait or scold me for self-deprecation. She is laser-focused as she jumps out of bed—albeit a little wobbly on her feet from the aftershocks of her orgasm—and rounds the foot of it, grabbing me by the ankles and pulling me until my butt is dangling near the edge. She yanks off my shorts and panties and throws them haphazardly to the side, then spreads my legs and hooks one over each shoulder.
“I was going to tease you. Work you up and dangle you on the edge for a while. Show you just what you’ve been missing out on all this time. But you had to go and play dirty, didn’t you, Lilah baby? Now I’m going to have to do the opposite.”
“What is the opposite of teasing me?” I ask, pushing up onto my elbows so I can enjoy the viewof Ivy between my legs. I can feel my arousal dripping out of me, running down my asshole, probably soaking the sheets beneath me, but I don’t fucking care. Ivy presses her nose to my mound, clearly not giving a damn that I haven’t bothered to shave since well before moving out of Earl’s house. She inhales deeply and mutters a curse, then looks up at me with nothing but pure, unadulterated lust glowing in her eyes.
“I’m going to make you come hard and fast, and I’m not going to stop until you beg me to. And then I might still make you come again, just for good measure.”
