Page 38 of An Investigator For Ivy

His large hands were spread wide on her inner thighs now moving up to her wet heat, his thumbs sliding under the lace and touching her ever so softly. She didn’t expect that.

“You’re soaking wet,” he said.

“I’m kind of worked up,” she said, stating the obvious. “When are you going to let me see if you’ve got red lace on or not?”

“I don’t,” he said.

He did stand back though from the bed and pulled his cotton shirt over his head.

“Holy shit,” she said.

This was no boy. No guy. But a man that was big. That worked out. That knew what he was about in his life.

There was confidence in his every movement. From his biceps flexing to the dips and grooves of his abs.

“I’ll take it as you like what you see?”

“Yeah,” she said sarcastically. “Lose the rest to make sure I feel the same about the bottom.”

“You’re a piece of work,” he said, grinning.

“I’m going to be your piece of work soon. If you can manage to get naked.”

He didn’t stop what he was doing when she said those words. It was a good thing. She didn’t want him to think anything more about them than what they were. Just words said in the heat of the moment. Not ones of possession.

His jeans and underwear went down at the same time, he stood up and she saw the size of his cock.

Big. Long. Straight. Thick.

Oh my.

“You okay?” he asked.

Guess she was staring. “My lady parts are drooling some more.”

“That’s a good thing,” he said. He reached for his bedside drawer and pulled a condom out, but he only set it aside.

Bummer.

But he got down on his knees on the floor, then yanked her toward the edge of the bed, her feet on the ledge, his mouth going where his thumbs had been.

All he did was nudge the material out of the way, his tongue going to work.

“Jesus,” she said again. Or she thought that was what she said. It came out more like a squeal.

He licked her a few times as if he was tasting something new and had to make sure it was a flavor he could enjoy.

Then he dove in, his mouth on her bud and her ankles went around his shoulders, her hands in his hair and she held on for that attack.

She was weak. She knew it.

She was coming in seconds and holding on to not lose one drop of the pleasure she’d been thinking of for weeks since she’d met him.

He wasn’t letting up though. Not even when she’d just come. It was as if he wanted to make sure she could again.

Oh, she could. She wanted to. And the thought of him inside of her was fueling that need.

She was starting to squirm on the bed now. He gave her that fast orgasm and now he was being slow and steady. She couldn’t complain when she asked for it this way.

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