No arguments there.
She takes me into her mouth, her tongue gliding along my underside. I grip the headboard with one hand, the other going to her hair. I let her take control, relaxing and enjoying what she’s doing instead of trying to control it like I normally do.
When I gasp her name, she looks up at me like she’s daring me to admit that I’m hers.
She takes me deeper, her moan vibrating along my shaft. I squeeze my eyes closed, the sensation incredible.
She hums as she begins sucking me, slowly down and then to the tip, alternating speed. Sometimes painstakingly slow, making me grit my teeth. And other times fast and deep, testing my restraint.
“Jesus, Ivy,” I pant. “You’re bringing me too close to the edge.”
She releases me, a grin on her lips. “Good.”
Her tongue glides along my length, her eyes on me.
“Ivy,” I warn through gritted teeth.
“You want me?”
“More than my next breath.”
I pull out of her mouth, my chest heaving from excitement. Within seconds, I have her flat on her back. I cover her with my body, lining myself up with her entrance.
Her eyes lock with mine. “I need you, Sebastian.”
I drag the head of my cock through her slick heat, making her squirm.
“Please,” she begs, arching her hips.
And that’s when I slowly slide inside. I stop, giving her time to adjust, then keep moving. She makes a needy little noise as she arches, taking me deeper. I grip her hips, holding her still, taking a moment to breathe through the excitement. She tries to move, and I chuckle.
“So demanding.”
She makes a frustrated noise and tries again. “Sebastian. Please.”
“I like it when you beg.” My lips cover hers in a searing kiss. “But I love...” I bury myself deep, and she gasps. “...to please you.”
“Yes,” she moans. “Feels so good.”
I ease out of her, then thrust back inside. “So good.”
We fall into a steady rhythm. My lips move to her throat, kissing along the sensitive spot that drives her crazy. She whimpers, digging her heels into my back as she arches.
“I love the way you fill me up.” Her hands roam over my back. “No one has ever made me feel like you do.”
Her words ratchet my pleasure even higher. I groan, steadily thrusting.
“Don’t stop,” she whimpers, staring into my eyes. “Don’t ever stop.”
“You make me crazy,” I murmur against her lips. My balls tighten from her words and the feel of her around me, pressure building at the base of my spine.
I’m not going to last long. She feels too damn good.
Her hand moves to my hair, nails rubbing my scalp. “We have all day.”
An involuntary grin curls my lips. Of course, she knows how close I am and would reassure me.
I move my finger to her clit, rubbing it in circles as I continue moving inside her. Her eyes darken, lips parting in a moan.
