Her eyes widened. “You what?”
I gathered her delicate wrists in one hand and raised them above her head, pinning her to the chaise cushion. “I need your hands off my dick, or you’re not going to get anything you more than deserve. You’re driving me fucking crazy.”
“But I’m supposed to—”
“You’re supposed to let me worship you.”
A slow smile spread across her face, and I kissed her deep and hard until both of our hands started questing, exploring, learning. I sent mine up her shorts until I cupped her bare ass. Thongs. She wore thongs.
I wasn’t going to survive this.
“God, Connor, if you don’t touch me soon, I’m going to scream,” She moaned, her hips moving rhythmically, seeking relief.
“Touch you where?” I asked, leaving her delectable ass to stroke from the silky skin of her thighs to her tucked-in waist and then skimmed her ribs.
“Here,” she said, gripping my hand and placing it between her thighs. “I need you here. Everywhere.”
I pressed with the heel of my hand, knowing the seam of her shorts would hit her clit, and she cried out.
“Is this what you want?” I asked, pressing again and grinding.
“Yes!”
“I’m at your service, Ivy,” I told her. “Anything you want, you just tell me and I’ll do it.” I almost swallowed my tongue when I undid the button of her shorts. How long had I dreamed about this?
What the hell had I done right in my life to be here with her?
“But what do you want?” she asked, a tone of frustration seeping through the lust.
“I want you to come. As hard and as often as you want. Stop worrying about me. I’m already on the edge of insanity. Just let me take care of you. That’s all want. Just having you under me is enough to get me off.” I slid her shorts and panties down in one motion, leaving her totally, deliciously bare to my gaze.
“Holy shit. Ivy.” I sat back on my heels and ran my hands from her ankles over her calves and knees, to her thighs and the waxed pussy that waited for my tongue, with only a small triangle of blonde curls to point my way. “I’m never going to get enough of you. You know that right?” My thumbs grazed the top of her thighs, dipping to run along the folds that shielded her.
My only answer was a whimper and a twist of her hips.
“Connor,” she begged.
Holy shit, I was going to save that sound as my ringtone. I’d never tire of hearing it.
“I’ve got you,” I told her. Then I parted her and groaned. “Fuck, you’re soaked for me.” She was so wet that my fingers slid with no resistance up her slippery cleft until I reached her clit.
She gasped as I began to circle the little nub, not giving her the contact she was demanding because I knew I could bring her higher. I’d make her come so hard she’d never look at me without remembering exactly how I could play her body.
Her hips moved with me, seeking friction, and once that beautiful blush spread down her chest, I decided to give it to her.
I slid down the chaise until my knees were at the edge, and before she could ask me what I was doing, I set my mouth on her.
“Con—oh!” She screamed when I licked up her pussy, finally reaching her clit. Then her words ceased as I feasted on her.
She was so fucking sweet, delicious and decadent like raw honey. I used my tongue to flick and stroke her clit until her entire body tensed. Her cries keened higher, her hands gripped the cushion, and I finally sucked on the little bundle of nerves.
She came, screaming my name, her body thrashing underneath me. I belted my forearm over her hips and kept at her, licking and sucking and stroking her through the orgasm. Then I thrust inside her wet heat with two fingers as she fluttered around me, her muscles contracting wildly. I found that spot I knew she needed stroked and rubbed it, never ceasing my pressure on her clit until I kicked her back into a second, even more powerful orgasm.
“God!” She cried, the sound echoing through the atrium. “I can’t take anymore!”
I took mercy on her, and with a final kiss on her clit, raised my head to see her eyes on me, sated and wild at the same time.
“I go by that name, too.”
“I can see why,” she gasped as I slid my fingers free of her tight sheath.
I slid over her, pausing to kiss her breasts to ease her back down. If she’d been in a relationship for months and hadn’t—
She took my cock in her hands.
“Fuck. Ivy. What. You. I. Stop. God, you have to stop,” I finally got out. “I’m trying so hard, and all I want is to thrust deep inside of you.”
“Yes, please,” she answered like I was offering her a scoop of ice cream.
“What?” I rose to meet her eyes.
“I said, yes, please. To you thrusting inside me, at least I think that was the offer.” She squeezed me, making her point.
“You don’t have to. That wasn’t what this was about.” Fuck, I was going to lose it.
“I know I don’t have to, that you won’t pressure me no matter what I said when we started. That’s why I want to. No, I need to. Please, Connor. I need you inside me, deep and hard. I want to feel you tomorrow.”
She released me only to slip her thumbs inside my shorts and slide them down my thighs as far as she could reach.
“Condoms are in my room,” I said, clinging to any shred of logic that I could as I helped her get my trunks off the rest of the way. Holy shit, I was naked with Ivy Harris, and she was asking me to fuck her.
Yeah, I was right before, this was where I wanted to die.
“I don’t want to wait,” She gasped as my dick stroked along her folds, still slick with her orgasms and my mouth.
Take her. Now. Do it. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to sink inside her, fuck any consequences. I’d never taken a woman without one, never wanted to risk an accidental pregnancy, especially after I’d signed to the NHL.
“I’m clean,” she promised me. “And I have an IUD. Birth control covered. I promise.”
The strangest, primal need surged in my veins. Even if she wasn’t protected, I could think of way worse things than Ivy pregnant with my child.
Damn, now that I considered it, I only wanted to fuck her more.
“I’m cle
an and tested every month,” I told her.
“I trust you,” she said with a nod, her fingers stroking my shoulders.
I’d never heard sexier words.
“Please, Connor. God, I need you.” She swirled her hips, and I was a fucking goner.
“Yes,” I hissed as I lined my head up to her tight opening.
Then I looked into her eyes, needing to know she was with me in this moment and thrust home in one strong surge of my hips.
She cried out, her back arching as I bottomed out inside her.
She was tight. Wet. Hot. Perfect. Mine.
So. Fucking. Mine.
I kept still while her body adjusted to my size, the effort bringing beads of sweat to my skin.
Then she kissed me and moved her hips.
I took over from there. My tongue moved in time with my hips, pistoning in and out of her with precise, measured thrusts that earned me a gasp every time I returned. I filled her in every way, and when I’d fucked her up the chaise, she put her hands up against the frame and gave it right back to me.
“Ivy,” I moaned, breaking our kiss.
“I’ve got you,” she repeated my own words with a hazy grin, and damn, did she.
Her hips rocked back against me, moving with my thrusts, fucking me as I was taking her. We moved together like a symphony.
Like art.
Really fucking erotic art.
This woman was my match in every way.
“Harder!” she demanded, locking her ankles above my ass.
I grasped every last ounce of stamina and willpower in my body, cradled her beneath me, cupping her shoulders to hold her still and then I did as my woman asked, giving it to her harder, faster, making sure I angled and pressed just right with every thrust to hit her clit every time.
Soon, she was writhing under me, her nails raking down my back. The kitten was gone, and my tiger was back, making her mark.
Her muscles tensed, first her thighs, then the rest got on board.
“Feel that?” I asked, never ceasing my thrusts. “That’s what we are together, Ivy. Madness. Pure fucking, perfect madness.”
She whimpered in reply, beyond words.
Pressure built at the base of my spine as my orgasm built, threatening to take me over before I got her there again.