As she leans over me, I wrap her in my arms and pull her to straddle my waist. I put her there, but I don’t push. But maybe just tease as I slide my fingers between her legs.Coax. Pet. Slide. Tease inside.But I don’t do anything else. She has to take the next step.
Ivy’s all about the connection. The build-up. Come fuck me glances and sighs. And right now, her eyes are closed, and she’s strung tight... even as she rocks against my hand.
So I change tack.
‘You want me.’ My words hit the air in a demand. A growl.
She bites her lip and offers me a libidinous sigh that sounds like, ‘Yesss.’
‘Then what are you waiting for?’
‘The bubble to burst,’ she whispers. ‘To wake.’
‘Ivy,’ I grate out, aiming for a warning tone. ‘Look at me. Do I not look real?’
‘You look like a wet dream.’ She sighs, her body collapsing, and her wet pussy grinding against my happy trail.
This girl. I hiss out a laugh.
‘You can do better than that.’ My thighs are shaking with restraint; my hands clasp her hips so tight, I’m afraid she might bruise.
‘I can’t,’ she whispers, tears dripping from her lids. ‘I’m afraid.’
‘Then tell me you’ll be mine.’
‘Yes, please.’ Her answer is instant; her tone weak with need.
I lift her, lift her onto my cock, because every square inch of my skin is hot, tight, and tingling with need. We both cry out from the intensity and from relief. Our hands seeking the others’, our fingers entwining as she rocks into me, her thighs spread wide.
‘Is this okay?’ I rasp, my eyes and fingers not able to touch enough of her.She is seriously the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
‘So deep,’ she pants. I take that as an affirmation as, with a tilt of my hips, her expression morphs from happy to delirious. As her mouth falls open in a gasp of obscene pleasure, the orange streetlamp outside highlights the lust in the amber of her eyes.
I pull myself up onto one elbow then one flat palm, reaching around behind her and tangling my fist in her hair.
‘Tell me,’ I rasp, pulling the strands at the base of her skull. ‘Tell me what I need to hear.’
‘Oh, God.’ She cries out her litany, her insides pulsing greedily, but I tighten my grip because that’s not quite what I want.
‘Don’t make me ask again.’ My cock jerks inside her, joy and pleasure surging through my veins as she gives in to her release.Gives it to me.
‘All of me, Dylan. All of me belongs to you.’
My heart beats in time to the throbbing of my cock as, finally, I come.
Chapter Forty-Two
Ivy
‘Hey, beautiful.’
I wake to the sight of Dylan Duffy, billboard perfect but for the darkened scruff gracing his cheek and his thoroughly fucked hair. Leaning on one elbow, he stares down at me and his startling green eyes sparkle as a lazy half-smile graces his face.
‘Lord have mercy, there’s a gorgeous man in my bed.’
‘Gorgeous, huh?’ He smiles, flashing me those almost perfect teeth. In my bed, he’s a little less flawless than on the big screen but so much more real.
So much more mine.
