Our lips never separate for more than a jagged breath. I’m pushing her against every wall on the way, my hands territorial and greedy. My cock’s so strained, it’s a miracle I’m not limping. I need to plunge deep inside her and stay there until the sun comes up.
CRACK.
I kick open the door and honestly… I’m not sure how the hell we made it back.
We stumble into the room, clothes coming off like it’s a race. The door clicks and my boxers are gone. She peels her dripping swimsuit off her legs, and the sight of her completely bare makes my head spin. I step into her, crowding her space until her thighs hit the edge of the mattress.
She lands with a sharp inhale, me on top of her, our damp skin meeting in a chilly embrace. She shivers, goosebumps rippling across her arms, as her nipples pebble tight.
“Cold?”
She rolls her eyes. “Terribly. I thought you were going to bring the heat.”
“Careful what you ask for.”
I pin her arms over her head(so I have room to play), lower my lips, and blow hot air over her breasts, watching goosebumps erupt into trembles, enjoying her writhing beneath me. I slowly circle one nipple with my tongue before sucking it hungrily into my mouth.
Holy hell.She’s heaven beneath my lips. I’m so hard it hurts, my pulse throbbing in my cock as I lick, tease, and torment thatsensitive peak. Her breath hitches every time, and I’ve decided I’m doing this forever.
“I can’t believe I’m letting you touch my boobs,” she pants, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
“Technically,” I mutter against her skin, sucking more fiercely, “I’ve already touched them.”
“Yeah, but that was an accident,” she pants. “This is me… willingly letting you.”
Willingly.That’s the only invitation I need.
My hand, lightly tracing her body, seeks out the paradise between her legs. Ivy lets out a broken whimper the second I find her, my thumb circling her swollen nub. I stay there, watching her eyes squeeze shut and her face glow with pleasure.
I rub her again, with more intent, loving the way she bites her lip.
“Ivy, goddammit, look at you,” I rasp. “How are you so fucking beautiful?”
Ivy breathes out slowly. “You don’t mean that. You’re not thinking clearly.”
“No. I mean it. You don’t get to argue with what I’m looking at.” I kiss her neck, her shoulder, then between her breasts. “I like this. I like you. And fuck, I love these.” I lightly drag my fingertips over her waist, her thighs. “Jesus Christ, your body is incredible.”
She opens one eye. “You sure talk a lot during sex.”
“Right, sorry. Listen, if I pass out from kissing every single curve you’ve got, smack me awake. Or let me die of happiness. I don’t give a shit.”
“Shhh,” she says, huffing. “And it’s way too soon for that joke, Hartwell.”
I laugh and kiss the hollow of her throat. “Noted.”
My laughter cuts off against her skin, my tongue grazing over one stiff peak, then the other, before I drive my middle finger deep inside her.
“Shit!” she gasps, hips bucking off the mattress. “Keep doing that. Oh God, thh-that feels good.”
“I’ll do any damn thing you need,” I groan against her skin.
I shove in a second finger, her tight, wet heat clenching around me so good I almost lose it. No chance in hell I’m stopping. My thumb finds that swollen nub, stroking hard at the same time.
“You want to fuck my fingers, Ivy? Move those gorgeous hips like you mean it.”
She does—rolling, grinding, chasing that friction like it’s oxygen—and fuck, I’m done. I need to be inside her more than my next heartbeat, and that realization slams into me like a goddamn tidal wave.
I almost didn’t get a next breath today, and here I am, ready to give them all up simply to feel her break around me.
