“I love it when you look at me like that,” she says as she leans against my now closed bedroom door.
“How?”
“With reverence. With love. Like I’m the most important thing in the room.” She walks toward me, and I grab her hips to pull her close as soon as she’s within arm’s reach.
“The room. The city. The fucking galaxy, Ivy Jean.” I kiss her lips with a passion that I hope conveys how much I mean those words.
“Mmmm,” she hums against my lips and walks me backward until I’m bumping into my desk chair, then she grabs my shoulders and nudges me down into the seat.
“You know what other look I love?” she asks seductively, and I watch as she pulls her shirt over her head and drops it to the floor, showing off her full breasts in a sexy blue lace bra. Then she hooks her fingers into the band of her leggings and pulls them down over her thick thighs, exposing a matching thong.
I can’t tear my eyes away. My gaze drags over every curve, every dip, every inch of skin. I’ve touched it all, tasted it all, and it’s all mine.
“That one,” she whispers, and I lift my eyes from her gorgeous body and up to her smirking face. “That look right there. Like you want to worship my body with your body.”
I match her smirk and reach out, hooking my index fingers into the sides of the scrap of lace she calls underwear. “You like when I look at you like I’m going to finger fuck your pussy and suck on your clit until you’re trembling?” I pull her closer. “Or like I want to sink my cock deep into you, pound into that sexy as fuck body until you’re screaming my name?”
She nods, blue eyes swimming with desire. I squeeze her ass cheeks with my hands as my mouth clamps down on her nipple through her bra. The moan she releases goes straight to my dick. She pulls my shirt over my head and I unclasp her bra, but just as I’m about to lavish her chest with kisses, she drops to her knees in front of me.
I’m panting, the sight alone—Ivy Rivenbark, topless and breathless and kneeling between my legs—shoots sparks of need straight down my spine until I’m diamond-level hard. When she bites her lip and reaches for my zipper, I could come on the spot.
“Up,” she commands, and I lift my hips so she can drag my jeans and boxers down my thighs until I’m sitting stark naked in my desk chair with my hard as fuck dick saluting her like the good fucking soldier he is.
She flashes me a smile, then wraps her delicate hands around my cock and pumps twice. I reach down and gather her hair into my hands and watch as she licks me from base to tip.
“Fuck, baby,” I rasp. When she takes me into her mouth, sucking on my head then pulling me into her throat, my answering groan is primal, and I thrust once, making her gag. She continues her torture, alternating between licking and sucking, pumping and laving. And I’m a mess, lost in the sensations her talented mouth creates.
“Yes, Ivy. Fuck, baby, you’re so good. So sexy.”
She hums around my shaft, and I growl, thrusting once, twice, three more times until she gags again and has to come up for air, pumping my dick with her hands.
“You like that, baby?” she coos.
“Fuck yes.” I watch as she, again, puts my head between her plush lips. I can feel her tongue massaging the sensitive underside of my tip, and it’s so good.
Too good.
As if Ivy can sense how close I already am, she gives me one final lick, then stands up and reaches into the desk drawer next to me, pulling out a condom. She rolls the condom down my shaft, straddles me on the chair, then pulls her thong to the side with one hand while lining my dick up to her entrance with the other.
“Holy fuck,” I ground out. “How did I get so lucky? How are you so fucking sexy?” I pant the words, eyes jumping between her swollen pussy ready to swallow my dick and her blue eyes flashing hot with fire and lust. Ivy just smirks, then sinks down onto me with one long, low moan.
I swear I could spend the rest of my life between this woman’s thighs. Dick or tongue, I don’t care, so long as part of me is always buried inside her, drawing out those moans.
The velvet, hot feeling of her wrapped around me is euphoric, and I watch as she rocks, slowly at first, swiveling her hips. I run my hands up and down her torso, kiss her lips, suck on her neck and nipples, bite at the tender flesh of her breasts—everything I’ve learned that she loves. And when her hips start to speed up, I bring my thumb to her clit and massage it in the way that I know will make her detonate until her back is bowing and she’s clenching around me, murmuring her pleasure in my ears.
Fuuuuck. She’s perfection.
When she’s ridden out her orgasm, I stand and walk us to my bed, then pull out and drop her on it. Ivy giggles as she bounces a little, then lays back, her eyes eating me up.
I reach down and grip the condom, squeezing my dick once.
“On your knees,” I growl at her, and the excitement that sparks in her blue eyes is every damn thing I want.
Ivy gets up on all fours, then squeals when I grab her hips and pull her to the edge of the bed where I’m standing. When she looks at me over her shoulder, long blonde hair cascading over her back and pupils dilated wide, she is the erotic picture of fucking ecstasy. I run my hand over her spine, drag her thong down her thighs, then give her ass a playful smack, loving the way it jiggles and the needy whimper she releases.
“I’m going to fuck you like this now, Ivy.” I drag my fingers through her folds and push one into her. She hums and pushes against me, begging for more.
“Please, Kelley,” she begs. “Fuck me just like this.”