Ivy’s body puddled under his mouth. They weren’t just any kisses he gave her. They were open-mouthed, dripping wet kisses. His greedy tongue swiped and tasted the path down her throat, between her breasts, where he circled one nipple through the fabric of her bra with his tongue. He sucked it into his mouth, lace and everything.
Ivy whimpered helplessly when his thick hand slipped past the waistband of her skirt and cupped her sex. He squeezed, rubbed, then eased under her panties and penetrated her with his middle finger.
She drowned in the taste of his intense kisses and moaned her pleasure into his mouth, mindless with lust, his blazing thirst calling to her own. It made her want him more, more than anything, anyone. Intensely, desperately, she felt so pained, she felt alive and female.
A flash of heat lashed through her when that thick, long finger slid deeper inside her and slowly began to fuck her. Juices spilled out of her like flowing rivers. His finger felt so good, stroking inside her.
Her hands raked down his arms as soft, helpless whimpers trembled on her lips. “Oh, God, Cade, you know just how … just where … oh, God.” A hot, dizzying fever had taken hold of her. A mass of energy was coiling within her womb, and yet it felt tight, compact, needing him to loosen and let go.
She reached beneath his splayed thighs and, after fumbling with his belt, buttons, and zipper, she parted his pants and delved under his cotton underwear, finding him throbbing and hard and so big her mouth watered. She couldn’t even close her fist around all his pulsing flesh. He thrummed in her hand, and as she kissed his mouth with frenzied moans, she started working him. The muscles in his face contracted when she stroked him up and down, up and down. His hips gyrated and a drop of moisture beaded at the crown of his cock.
He groaned, a deep, ragged sound that spilled into her mouth and set her pussy on fire.
“I want you bad, Ivy,” he whispered huskily, pulling her shirt off and tossing it aside. “All day, I’ve wanted you.” He tangled his hand into her hair and then swept down to kiss her skin, everywhere he could touch. He eased her off him as he ducked, and his tongue rimmed a circle around her belly button, then twirled lower and stopped at the waistband of her skirt. Coming from the opposite direction, his fingers slid up her bare thighs and stole under the fabric, stroking her soaked entry through her underwear.
She watched him through heavy lashes, unable to miss the heated look on his face when he discovered her so wet. She squirmed against his grazing fingertips, her sex hot and throbbing. He withdrew, all of a sudden, and fell down on the long seat until he was lying on his back across the length, his broad chest expanding on each haggard breath.
“Sit on my face.”
She protested with a small sound, but his hand tightened on her waist and he easily began dragging her up his torso. She could hear the scrape of her wet panties against the fabric of his shirt.
“Come. Sit on my face, please.”
Her bare legs parted of their own volition, so widely, they ended up around his face and all of her weight was on top of him.
“Cade … I…”
He silenced her with his mouth, his tongue, his lips. Hot and burning, he teased the entry of her sheath, holding her panties aside as he stroked her with his tongue. His toe-curling groan vibrated against her pussy lips as he plunged decisively inside.
His mouth was so hot and so sweet, gentle, but voracious. He palmed her ass and pressed her down against his hard jaw, his mouth moving, sucking her with a lusty growl.
Just to know that he was down there, basically feeding himself from her, sent her on edge. Winged sensations whipped her into a frenzy. She rocked her pelvis against him and cried out as cars rushed by the window at dizzying speeds.
She came with his name, drowning in lava, in passion, in his kiss, and when he slid out panting from under her, his mouth was beautifully pink and swollen, and his eyes smoldered so hot on her face, she felt branded.
His big hand cupped her nape as he brought her lips to his, making her taste her pleasure from his mouth. “I’ve waited all night to debauch you like this. Make your lips swell red and get your hair undone. Fuck you with every part of me.”
She drenched her panties again, adrift in this need of him, her nerves ragged from the pleasure still screaming for more. “Fuck me, Cade.”
His eyes flicked immediately to the compartment shielding them from the driver, then out the window where his building loomed in the distance, and his face tightened. He bent to lift her blouse, his hands shaking as he handed it over, his voice barely intelligible.
“In five minutes. Put this on, Ivy.”
He fucked her mouth with his tongue in the elevator. Then they were in his penthouse, and he was all over her, his mouth slanting over hers, his hands fumbling with his clothes.
He jerked off his shirt, buttons flying everywhere and landing on the floor with little clicks. Ivy kicked off her skirt, and Cade caught her in the middle of the room and threw her down on the sofa, tearing off her panties.
She cried out as piercing arousal ripped through her insides, and then she caught his earlobe between her teeth and shuddered when he pinned her arms up and held her still as he thrust inside her. She screamed, creaming all over him. Every solid dive of the thick, stiffened muscle of his cock felt delicious, hot, filling …
She curved her spine to shove her hips closer to his. “Cade.”
“You like that? Do you?” He rammed into her so hard her teeth knocked and she mewed and dug her fingers into the back of his hands.
“Yes. Oh, God. Cade.”
His eyes fell to the hickey he’d left on her neck yesterday, and he dove and suckled her once more, his fingers tightly laced through hers, his palms engulfing her own.
The rhythm he set shot ripples of ecstasy through her tattered nerve endings as he buried his cock inside her, again and again, fast first, and near the end, painstakingly slow.