Page 96 of Recovering Ivy

“Mine.”

“Yours,” I agreed and arched into him.

He settled in between my legs and I spread my legs as far as they could to give him room. He was so close to where I needed him - the broad head of his dick rested on my clit and I wanted to cry out in impatience.

“Promise if I do…”

“You won’t.”

“If I do.”

“Baby, please. You won’t.”

I reached down and grabbed his dick, lining him up where I needed him, and in one smooth hard thrust he was all the way in.

“Zane,” I moaned.

He rocked into me, the push and pull of his dick hitting every good place deep inside of me. Zane’s face was buried in my neck. I could feel his heart pounding, his labored breath against my skin.

“Look at me.” He raised his head and met my eyes. “I love you.”

“Christ, I love you, too. So fucking much, Ivy.”

His pace didn’t falter; he was building my release, but this wasn’t how I wanted to go over the edge.

I grabbed his face and pulled his lips to mine. After an all too brief kiss I whispered, “I want you to take me from behind.” He shook his head and I knew I was pushing my luck, but I wasn’t going to let Zane hide. “Yes. He takes nothing from us. Nothing. Not our emotion and not in our bed. I want my man to fuck me from behind and make me come.” His muscles bunched, and thrusts slowed. “Now, Zane. Right now.”

He flipped me to my stomach and pulled me up to my knees. His rough hands stroked my back and my ass, but he made no move to take me.

“So beautiful.” His hands never stopped touching me everywhere he could reach but the one place I needed.

Deciding he needed a little encouragement, I lowered my shoulders to the mattress, thrusting my ass higher as I reached for my clit. Going lower, I dipped a finger inside of myself then I pushed in two. I knew he was watching, his movement had stilled, but the bed was vibrating with built-up lust.

“Fuck, that’s sexy,” he groaned.

“Do you like watching me finger myself?”

“Hell, yes,” he growled.

“Are you gonna sit back there and watch me come on my fingers or you think you’re gonna fuck me?”

“Ivy.” His voice sounded tortured.

“Are you stroking your dick, baby?”

“Yes.”

I rubbed myself harder, picturing Zane jerking himself off. I wanted to plead with him to fuck me, but if this was all he could give me right now, it was a step in the right direction.

A heavy hand came down across my ass and I shouted in surprise. The sting morphed into heat and I sighed in contentment. Yes. I could live with this if he spanks me again.

“Do you like teasing me, baby?” The trepidation in his tone had vanished, replaced with the hard, demanding voice I’d come to love.

“Yes,” I admitted and wiggled my ass.

“Don’t come, Ivy,” he warned.

“What?” I squeaked. I was so close.