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She grins. “Plenty, but you’ll have to stick around to find out.”
“I think I can handle that,” I tell her as I place an arm around her shoulders.
“Oh, there’s your song!” she exclaims, grabbing my arm excitedly.
“Wait! I didn’t pick out a song!” I protest.
“No, you didn’t,” Ivy says, pulling me up. “I did!”
Ivy drags me up to the stage and hands me a microphone. “Don’t worry. I’m up here with you. We’re singingRudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer.” She gives me a smirk. “I think it fits your sweater theme.” She starts the video on her phone and hands it to someone standing nearby, asking them to hold it while we sing.
“Does every crazy thing I do have to be recorded?”
She gives me a sexy grin. “Not everything.”
On that note, I start singing at the top of my lungs.
Later, back at the penthouse, I’m taking off my Christmas sweater. Turning off Rudy’s nose, I hang the sweater in the closet. I still can’t believe she got me to wear it.
“Want to open an early Christmas present,” Ivy purrs seductively from behind me. I turn to find her standing in the doorway wearing a red bow nightie if you can call it that. The silk ribbon runs across her most intimate areas to tie into a bow right below her breasts. I can’t wait to untie it.
She walks slowly towards me, taller in the red stiletto heels that she’s wearing. Her hands slide up my chest, up my neck to the back of my head, pulling my head down towards hers until our lips meet. Her tongue flicks the edges of my lips, teasing me with its sweetness, its promise.
I pull away, staring into her eyes darkened with desire. “Do you know what you do to me?”
“Hopefully, the same thing you do to me.”
I take her hand, moving it to cup me, feel me pulse in her hand. She rubs her hand up and down along my shaft, bringing me to taut attention. With determined fingers, she undoes my jeans, sliding them off of me, freeing me from their constraints.
Pushing me against the wall, she kneels in front of me, her lips tracing the inside of my calf, my thigh, to rest upon my bulging cock. Her tongue runs up the side of me, stopping near the tip, leaving me aching for full immersion. Looking down, I see her eying me. “What do you want?” she asks huskily.
“I want you to suck on me.” Without hesitation, she fully envelopes me in her mouth. I revel in the warmth of her surrounding me, the pressure as she draws on me. My fingers curl into her hair, gripping her as the sensation overtakes me. Her tongue twirls around my tip as her mouth moves up and down with increasing firmness.
I start to pull her away. “No. Not yet.”
Her eyes say otherwise. She is unrelenting as she brings me to the precipice., holding me there for an eternity. With a final intensity, she takes me past the edge as I unleash the storm raging within me. Tremors rock my body as I give in to the multitude of sensations. My legs give way beneath me as I slide down the wall to cradle Ivy against me.
“Ahh,” I say into her hair. “How do you do that?”
She lifts her head to look at me, smiling. “Liked that, did you?”
“How could you tell?”
Ivy laughs knowingly against my chest. “You gave me abighint.”
I pull her across my lap, feeling her warmth against my legs. Trailing my fingers along her thighs, I slide them in between, finding the folds that cover her throbbing bud. “I believe it’s now your turn.”
She turns heated eyes to me. “Touch me. Make me come.”
With a low growl, I lift her up in my arms and lay her on the bed. Leaning down next to her on the bed, I toy with the bow. “So, how do I unwrap you?”
With a simple deft move, the nightie falls off to fully reveal her to me. Easing her back against the pillows, my lips trace her collarbone as my hand nestles between her legs, capturing her clit, my thumb rubbing across its tip with increasing rapidity…pressure.
Her breath quickens with every stroke until she is moaning for release. Donning protection, I slide into her, pressing my hips against hers, deepening my thrusts. I plunge deeper, my rod rubbing her clit with each stroke. Again, I am at the cliff, but this time Ivy is with me. We take that leap to the other side, falling together.
Afterwards, Ivy lies in my arms as she sleeps. I think about the last few weeks with her, how much they have meant. I feel alive again, and it is all thanks to her.
“I love you, Ivy,” I whisper softly against her hair. She stirs slightly but doesn’t awaken.
