He broke off, pulling back. Cold air teased her nipple through the wet fabric of her bra. She made a brief, wordless sound of disappointment—but he’d only stopped in order to undo the catch. He caught her nipple again in his mouth as her bra fell free, and oh, if it had been good before, it was nothing compared to the sheer heaven of his touch now.
“Hugh,” she cried out, as each swirl of his tongue pulled her helplessly closer to the brink. “Wait, slow down, too much!“
Rather than stop, he sucked harder. His agile hands popped open the button of her jeans. One long finger slid through her slick folds.
“Hugh!” Her hips jerked as he found just the right spot. “Hugh, stop, I’m going to—!”
She felt his lips curve in a smile against her breast as she exploded. She held tight onto his tattooed shoulders, lost to everything except him. Pulsing waves of pleasure swirled through her, more intense than she’d ever experienced.
He gasped. She froze, her afterglow quenched by sudden cold fear.
She’d come, and he still hadn’t.
“Oh no.” Pulling back, she anxiously scrutinized his face, searching for any sign of pain. “Do I hurt you now?”
“No.” His blue eyes were soft with wonder. He brushed her hair back from her face, fingertips light and tender on her skin. “You don’t. There’s no difference.” His expression twisted in sudden dismay. “Shit. Did I do it wrong?”
?
?Oh God no.” She was still trembling, lightning-jolts of pleasure shooting through her from the intensity of the experience. “That was—that was amazing. And also not what we were meant to be doing. This is supposed to be about you, remember?”
His eyes heated again. “That was for me. Watching you…nothing could be better.”
His cock was an iron bar between them. He sucked in his breath as she reached down, stroking him through his pants.
“That sounds like a challenge,” she said, grinning at him. Then her smile faded a little. “So…if I’m still not setting off your unicorn, does that mean that your father is right? I can’t take your animal?”
“I don’t know.” His jaw had gone tight, the tendons on the side of his neck standing out as she continued to rub her palm against his hidden length. “But if you keep doing that, we’re going to find out.”
Her thighs trembled at the thought, but she made herself pause. “Hugh…do you really want to do this?”
He went still under her. His eyes met hers for a long, long moment.
Then, “Yes,” he said softly.
With shaking hands, she undid his belt. The sound of his zip sliding down sounded shockingly loud in the silence. He lifted his hips to let her pull his clothes down. And then he was free, bare to her at last.
She couldn’t look away from that hard, proud shaft. A little tentatively, she closed her hand around him. The unexpected softness of his skin there made her draw in a soft, surprised breath. He let out a low groan from his throat in response. Heart beating fast, she tightened her fingers, and was rewarded with another moan and a jerk of his hips.
“Ivy,” he gasped. “I’m not going to last long either.”
A pearl of liquid was beading at his tip. She leaned in close, licking at it. The salt-sweet taste was another surprise, and one that brought an answering rush of heat between her own thighs. She wanted more, needed more.
“Ivy!” He grabbed at her hair, holding her back as she tried to take him into her mouth. “If you do that, I won’t be able to help myself.”
“That’s the idea.” She squeezed him, marveling at the contrast of soft and hard. “If you do lose your unicorn…we can’t risk you being inside me. We don’t know how quickly my venom would affect you. This is the safest way, Hugh.”
His eyes were dark. Primal desire had stripped away his usual control, his need for her clear in every line of his body. “This isn’t—I didn’t want—I’m sorry. You’re right. But I wish we could do this properly.”
“Shh.” She pushed him back down again. “Next time.”
Though she wasn’t sure if she hoped there would be a next time. If she couldn’t take his unicorn, he’d still be in agony.
No. She had to focus on the present rather than worrying over the future. This was Hugh’s first time too. She had to make it as good for him as he had for her.
She slid her mouth down over his shaft. He swore, thighs taut under her hands as she explored his hard length. The merest flick of her tongue over a certain spot on the underside made him thrust helplessly into her mouth, his fingers digging into her shoulders.
Now she understood what he’d meant when he’d said that her pleasure earlier had been as much for him as for her. Every one of his gasps and moans stoked her own fire. To be the one making him writhe and buck, to be the one taking him higher, to be able to taste the effect she had on him—it was almost better than her own release.