Chasing Ivy (Oak Hill 1)

Keeping my eyes trained on him, his brow furrowed and boxers tented, I bent down and slowly started to unclasp my heels. His eyes traveled down my body, mesmerized by the way my hands worked at the tiny, gold clasp near my ankle. I stepped out of the first heel, and then I did the same to the other.

I licked my lips, bringing my fingers to the edge of my panties, soaked to the point that I was relieved to slip them off.

They slid down, over my hips, all the way to my feet before I tossed them with my foot, where they landed near my abandoned shoes. Then, I took my hands and started to pull at my thigh-high stockings, but Dawson’s gruff voice stopped me.

“Leave them.”

I felt the heat in his voice all the way to my core. Dawson was usually playful and carefree, but right now, his voice dripped with hungry sex appeal. Like he was a wild animal, about to pounce and strip me of my every thought.

I was ready.

I slowly pattered over to him and took my hands, placing them along his bare chest and shoved him backwards. His eyes widened and then dipped down to my breasts, full and heavy, ready for him touch and tease.

Crawling on top of him, I brought both of my stocking-clad thighs and straddled him, dipping my hands underneath the waistband of his boxers.

Desire clenched through my core, and I was literally throbbing for the need of having him inside me. I’d never felt a need this badly before. I needed him so badly it almost hurt.

My palms slid over his bare thighs, and then back up again, finally pulling down his boxers and freeing his dick.

I felt my eyes widen almost instantly, because he was, for lack of better words, as hard as a fucking rock. His dick strained, a bead of milky substance forming at the top the second my hand touched his shaft.

I wanted to devour him.

I peeked up at him, my hand gliding slowly over his rigidness, and I’d never seen a more perfect sight in my life.

Dawson’s head was thrown back, his angular jaw clenched and his eyes shut tightly, closing out the world.

A thrill went down my spine. Watching Dawson come apart from my hand was out of this world.

It sent a completely new, mind-blowing jolt of lust through my body. I wanted him to come apart because of me. I’d never wanted to pleasure someone this intensely. I was actually excited to put my mouth over his rod and suck him until there was nothing left to suck.

I licked my lips again, moving my mouth down to his cock. He hissed between his teeth and I felt his upper body angle towards me and my mouth.

Taking my tongue, I ran it down the base of his length, and a line of curse words spewed from up above, but I kept going. My hands gripped his thighs as my mouth fully took him in. I sucked and bobbed my head up and down, moving one of my hands to cup his balls and fondle them as if they were made of crystal.

“Ivy, fucking stop,” he groaned, causing me to smile along his dick. His hand found my hair, running his fingers through it roughly, at the same time he thrusted his hips up to my mouth. I took him in even further, still cupping his balls and then he pulled back, quickly.

He let out a growl as I peered up at him, his eyes were blazing with desire.

“I don’t want to come without being inside of you,” he said, driving his eyes into mine. “I’ve waited too long for this, for it all to end by your wicked, talented mouth.”

I grinned but it quickly fell off my mouth as he grabbed my biceps and swiftly flipped me onto my back.

My hair spanned out around me as a surprised breath fell out of my mouth. Dawson stared into my eyes as he slowly inched my thighs apart. His palm splayed on my inner thigh, moving his finger slowly over to my middle.

He only inched his finger in for a split second before removing it, a coy smile spreading along his features and then he moved upward, his dick only a breath away from entering me.

I held his stare, feeling myself get completely lost in his touch, his eyes, his breathing. I was completely smothered by his very presence and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Dawson bent his head down, his warm breath fanning out over my face, and then captured my lips with his, moving them languidly over mine. His tongue swept inside but I couldn’t focus on it because his dick had started to inch inside me as well.

It was a once in a lifetime moment with him.

It was like losing my virginity for the second time. It felt sacred. Dawson inside of me felt like I was beginning something new, but yet something that would never, ever get old.

Dawson sensed my mood change and pulled himself up, fully inside of me now.

“Are you okay? Is this okay?” His blue hues searched my face and I smiled, feeling tears brim my eyes.