I don't say a word, clamping my mouth shut, but my eyes land on his crotch area.
“I love when your body tells me what it wants, Ivy, but I'd love to hear it from you this time.”
My nerves threaten to get the better of me as I taste vulnerability on my tongue. Despite the insanity that swarms me, I throw caution to the wind, already blaming it on my delirium before I speak.
“I’ve never…”
My words trail off as I struggle to find the right ones.
“You've never what?” he asks, gulping as his voice drops an octave or two.
With my pulse thundering in my ears, I dare to admit it. “Tasted.”
His fingers freeze around my hair, his gaze blazing into mine. “Do you want to taste me, Ivy?” he asks, and I bite into my bottom lip as I nod. “Words, Ivy,” he pushes, and I gulp.
“Yes.”
His back straightens. “Where do you want me?” he asks, and my eyes widen.
“I don't know,” I admit, and he grins.
“How much control do you want?” he pushes, sending a shiver down my spine.
“None,” I admit, my muscles tightening with desire as he rises from the bed, releasing my hair before dropping his sweat pants and revealing his hard cock beneath in one swift move.
I gape as he doesn't waste a second before climbing back onto the bed, pinning me beneath the sheets as he places his knees on either side of my body until his length is but a breath from my lips.
My mouth waters with desire.
With my arms trapped, I can't reach for him, and he's just a little too far away, but I'm desperate for the taste I so desperately need.
“No words can describe how you look right now, Ivy.” My spine stiffens slightly at the compliment, but he’s not done. “All disheveled, needy, and wanton. I’m going to enjoy unraveling you,” he rasps, and I look up at him through my lashes, eager for more.
Another compliment that hits differently, and it threatens to break me.
My need must flash in my eyes because a moment later, he presses the tip of his cock against my mouth, offering me my first taste. Nervous, I slowly swirl my tongue around the tip before making my way down the long vein to the base, desperate to taste every inch of him.
He moans softly under his breath with every swipe of my tongue until I open my mouth wide and stare deep into his eyes.
“Please.”
As if my plea is a command, he holds onto the headboard and moves closer, shifting his angle slightly. This time, when the tipof his cock reaches my lips, so does the rest of him. He inches his length inside, and I suck, desperate for all of it.
Thankfully, he takes his time, but more and more of him fills me with every thrust, getting deeper and deeper until he hits the back of my throat, and I almost fall apart, but he jerks back with panic in his eyes as he stares down at me.
“Are you okay?” he croaks, and my fingers curl into the sheet beside me.
“Again,” I beg, eyes wide with desperation as he stares deep into them for a moment, uncertainty plastered across his features, but he must sense what it is I need because a moment later, he slips back into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat just as swiftly.
My eyes water, and the need to gag vibrates through me, but it only makes me want more.
“Fuck,” he grunts, repeating the motion again and again until he suddenly darts off me. “You're going to make me come before I have the pleasure of tasting you,” he states, pushing the covers off me as he maneuvers me with ease.
I squeal as he lifts me, twisting me mid air until I find myself settled, only this time, Sax is lying flat on his back in my bed, with me positioned on my knees, my core an inch away from his face while his cock glistens for my attention before my eyes.
“Sax,” I rasp, and his fingers press into my thighs. “Oh, my God.”
Before I can gather myself, his tongue delves between my folds, sending a wave of euphoria through my veins, and it kicks me into action. Wrapping my hand around his length, I guide my lips to him, and as he feasts on me, I indulge too.
