“Are you going somewhere?” He asked, after a few moments of silence. Ivy’s breasts shook softly as she buttered his toasts and then placed them back on his plate. She turned to him with a wide smile on her face and her brows crossed.
“Of course, not. Why do you ask?” She said and straightened herself, being sure to keep her breasts jutted out towards him, her back straight. He was looking at her with his brown eyes narrowed, his focus on her face. He was making a mighty attempt to not stare at her breasts again.
“Because you look irresistible and I have to work.” He said it flatly, like he was reading something out from a piece of paper. Ivy took in a deep breath and bit down on her lip. She had been waiting to hear him say this for so long. She had been waiting so long for him. She was ready to rip his clothes off.
“Good, because I’m tired of you staying away from me.” She said, in all seriousness, returning her hand to her hip. Leon’s brows furrowed.
“Staying away from you?” He asked and she nodded her head gently.
“You haven’t come to me for over a week. You said I could have you. Have you both.” She said and a soft smile appeared on Leon’s face. His gaze dropped to his lap and she saw what he was looking at. There was a tent in his jeans, he was aroused beyond belief, just by looking at her. And it made Ivy smile
.
“I’ve had a lot on my mind.” He said, when he looked back at her. She still had the smile on her face when she reached for him, for his lap, under the tablecloth.
She breathed in sharply when she felt him in her hands. When she felt how madly he wanted her.
“That’s a shame, because I’ve only had you on my mind.” Ivy said and she saw the way his features darkened. Leon was struggling to keep his cool. He knew what she was doing, he knew that his resolve was going to break any instance, but he was still foolishly resisting. She saw his jaws clench and unclench, his hands remained on the table while he looked at her.
“I have to work. I have a full day ahead of me.” He said hoarsely, like his breath was caught in his throat.
“So do I. Since when has it taken you very long to make me come?” She said, courage coursing through her veins now, as she bent down further to feel him better in her hands. When she looked up she knew he was gone for. Leon was not going to be able to stay away from her any longer.
Leon reached for her breasts with both his hands, making her tumble. He only needed to tug the front of her dress a slight bit with his teeth and her full firm breasts were revealed to him. Her dress was barely holding them up together. He looked into her eyes, for only a moment, as though he was asking for permission and when Ivy smiled he extended his long bubble tongue for her erect pink nipple.
She could feel herself bursting through her belly, something was moving inside her. The sight of his tongue reaching slowly for her nipple which was at level with his face. She closed her eyes and bit down hard on her lower lip. Just when the wetness of Leon’s tongue touched her painfully aroused nipple. Then his hand cupped it, squeezing her breast further into his mouth. He sucked ferociously. Ivy moaned, still bent over him, her other breast swaying in front of his face.
She reached for him again with her hands. His dick was hard and throbbing in his dusty jeans and she quickly unzipped him. It sprang out, and was velvety smooth and yet hard as a rock in her hands. She was stroking him as he sucked on her breasts, switching from one nipple to the other, hungrily. Like she was his breakfast.
“Ride me.” He said hoarsely, suddenly looking up at her, his chocolate brown eyes narrowed and intense. When Ivy didn’t move, he parted his leg, indicating that he wanted her to sit on his lap. She complied.
Within moments, Ivy had settled herself down on his lap, with her back pressing against the edge of the kitchen table. She was sandwiched between it and Leon’s own muscular body, trapped, with nowhere to go. She reminded herself that this was what she had wanted.
His hands were on her again, holding her by her waist while she could feel his throbbing dick underneath her, pressing up against her moistened panties. Her legs hung on either side of him, while she looked into his eyes.
“You shouldn’t be making me do this. Not right now.” He said and Ivy fluttered her eyelids at him, thrusting her bare breasts towards him again.
“You shouldn’t be this aroused then.” She said coyly and moved her hips in concentric circles, grinding into his dick. She heard him take in a sharp breath and then his grip on her became stronger.
“I’m going to have to fuck you to make it stop.” He said, and he lifted her up. A squeal escaped Ivy’s lips and then she felt his dick slide into her. He had pushed her panties aside, her wet dripping panties. She was so ready for him, she had been ready for him for very long, and when he slid in, Ivy moaned loudly, arching her back from him, throwing her head back in pleasure.
He was deep inside her, holding her tightly by the waist as he made her bounce on his lap.
“You’re going to come for me. Quick.” He said, too loudly this time as he bounced her. She could feel him deep inside her, stroking her G spot repeatedly, thrusting himself in and out of her. She didn’t want him to stop, she didn’t ever want him to stop. It was only a few minutes later that she realized that she had been screaming, loudly, loud enough for Archer in his room to hear.
Leon had a smile on his face, his lower jaw jutted out as he increased his pace, pulling her up and forcing her down to slide down his dick again. She had wrapped her arms around his thick neck, her curls bounced with her, her breasts bounced with her, and Leon continued to smile. He liked watching her come. He liked to see her this helpless in his hands.
“I can’t…I can’t!” Ivy screamed again. She could feel her face going red. He had pushed her over the edge. He was so tight and big inside her, stroking her there, over and over again, giving her no chance to cool off.
“Do it. Now!” Leon growled and she screamed for one last time as she felt her body shake uncontrollably. Leon was coming too, shooting inside her, deep into her where she could feel him emptying himself. He grunted loudly too as he came, his grip on her waist stung now, he was holding her that tightly.
And then slowly, several minutes later, Ivy felt her body beginning to relax. She had had her fill. He had finally satisfied the itching craving she had been having so long for him.
Silently, without a word, Leon eased Ivy off his lap so that her feet were touching the floor again. She straightened herself, and realized she was still a little wobbly from the force of her orgasm. When she looked at him, he was zipping himself back. And then as cool as a cucumber, he picked up one of the buttered toasts and took one big bite out of it. She smiled and shook her head, amazed how quickly he had gone back to being his usual self.
“I’m going to be in the stables if you need me, brother.” Archer’s voice startled them both. Ivy spun around to see him at the kitchen door. The handsome man with his shaggy dark hair, in his full six foot and six inches. He had a dazed expression on his face, but a smile on his face.
“I’ll be there shortly.” Leon said behind her.