“Shhhh, baby.” I laugh lightly and kiss her lips. “I’m going to see if you want me as much as I want you.” Slowly, I skim my fingertips down her torso and her breathing grows ragged.
“Look at me,” I command quietly, and trace my middle finger lightly around her belly button. I can feel the goose bumps rising on her skin, but she drops her head back and hums, keeping her eyes squeezed shut.
“Ivy,” I growl, and grip her hips with both hands. I need her eyes on me. I need to see her seeing me the first time I worship her pussy. “Look. At. Me,” I say more firmly, and I dip my thumbs into the waistband of her leggings.
Slowly, she raises her head, and those deep blue eyes connect with mine. Her face is flushed, her breath is coming out in pants, and she looks so fucking sexy that I have to grip her hips tighter to still her movements. I’m in the sweetest sensory overload, and any more stimulation, I’ll be blowing early in my joggers.
“Keep your eyes on me,” I say, and move my left hand into the back of her leggings to squeeze her naked ass. She’s not wearing panties.
Fuck me.
“I want to see your face when I make you come for the first time. I’m going to make this pussy feel so good, baby.”
Ivy’s eyes flare, and she gasps. She might be surprised by my dirty talk, but she loves it, and that turns me on so fucking hard.
“You want that?” I ask, toying with her. I slide my right hand between us and graze over the apex of her thighs through her leggings. “Yeah, you do. You want me to make this pussy feel good.”
“Yes.” Her voice is breathy and raw, and when my thumb glides over her clit, her eyes fall shut. I halt my movements and squeeze her ass hard.
“No,” I say. “Eyes on me. Eyes stay on me.” She huffs back at me, but her eyes snap open and meet mine with a glare. I rub my thumb over her clit in response.
“That’s right, Ivy. You want to feel good? You keep those gorgeous eyes on me. You close them, and I stop. Understood?”
I rub her clit faster, and she moans and nods quickly, “Fine, okay. Yes. I understand.” Irritation and desire are warring in her brilliant blues, and I’m fascinated.
“Good girl,” I say with a devious grin, and she rolls her eyes. She’s a panting, writhing, gorgeous mess grinding shamelessly on top of me, but she’s still got sass in spades. My control is an illusion—she’s given me the reins only temporarily—so I’m going to make it fucking count.
I move my hand into the front of her leggings, finding a thatch of short hair, and I let out a deep guttural groan. God, could she be any sexier?
Ivy smirks at my reaction.
“Surprised?” she purrs, mocking my earlier words, so I give her hair a soft tug and she gasps.
“This is so fucking hot. I can’t wait to see you naked and spread out for me.” I graze my fingers over her once more and then move to her clit. Ivy presses herself into my hand, and I laugh softly.
“You’re so impatient,” I say with a smirk.
“This is nothing,” she responds, her eyes narrowed in playful warning, so I give her what she wants. I slide my fingers down through her folds, groaning loudly when I find exactly what I was hoping for.
“Fuuuck. You’re soaked for me.”
I keep my gaze locked with hers as I glide my fingers through her arousal and drag them back up to her clit, rubbing firmly, and she rewards me with a moan.
“Yes,” she murmurs on an exhale. The desire in her eyes, the heat from her pussy, and the scent of her arousal are a heady combination, and I can feel precum leaking from my dick.
This. Her. Us. It’s my damn wet dream come to life. It’s everything.
I take my cues from Ivy, watching her face as I get her off with my hand. Alternating firm presses and circles, fast and slow. I watch as her mouth gapes, and she struggles to keep her eyes open. The soft whimpers and gasps that she makes are my new favorite sounds, and I want her making those noises for me every single fucking day.
With my hands on Ivy—having her, touching her—I realize that every girl I’ve been with up to this point was just practice, prepping me for this. Readying me for this woman. Everything I know, I learned for the purpose of pleasing her.
Ivy rides my hand, and as her pace quickens and she presses into me, I know she’s about to come. I circle her clit faster and squeeze her ass cheek harder with my other hand.
“Just like that,” Ivy forces out between pants. “Just like that, Kell. I’m gonna come. You’re gonna make me come.”
Fuck, I’ve never heard anything sexier than Ivy Rivenbark telling me that I’m going to make her come.
“Come for me then,” I say, and kiss her lips quickly. She leans forward in an attempt to deepen the kiss, but I evade her, and she whimpers. “No. I want to see your face when I make you come.”