The heat emitting from her pussy was something from another world. I growled, moving my lips back to her mouth while my hand eagerly went to the lacy bottom of her panties.
She was soaked.
The moisture coated my finger the second I moved the fabric aside and something grew hungrier inside of me.
I swallowed, pulling back slightly and plunged my finger inside to meet her warmness. I think I saw stars and I literally almost got off, just by feeling her tighten against me.
I barely even moved my finger inside her before I could feel her orgasm start to push through. It wasn’t rare for me to get a girl off quickly, but this was a newfound discovery.
My little Ivy was a sex kitten.
My hand reached around to the back of her bra and I unclasped it quickly, letting the straps fall over her shoulders. Neither one of us moved to take her bra all the way off; instead, it just rested along her flat stomach, the straps falling to her forearms. Her hands wove through my hair again, bringing my face to her breast where I used my tongue to swirl around the bud, over and over again all while driving her crazy with my finger, dipping inside.
My dick strained along my boxers but I shoved away my need, for just a little while longer.
I wanted to make her fall apart in my arms, and then drive so hard into her that she’d forget that the last six years were spent wasted without one another, because that’s exactly how I saw it.
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bsp; They were wasted without her by my side.
“Daw…” she started, left speechless as I crooked my finger a certain way, rubbing right along her sweet spot.
“Faa...” she stuttered.
My mouth still stayed on her chest, switching from one breast to the other, but my eyes traveled upward to watch in awe as she was overtaken by pleasure. Ivy’s eyes were clenched tightly and her mouth was parted, a flush starting to creep along her neck and cheeks.
“Faaa.. fuck!” she yelled, clenching so tightly around my finger, I could feel it all the way to the tip of my dick.
Her pussy clasped, ripple after ripple of ecstasy flowing throughout her body.
Ivy’s knees buckled as she let out several uneven breaths.
I gave her a few seconds to collect herself, before slowly pulling my finger out of her. Her eyes finally opened and they flashed up to mine.
“Wow,” she muttered, chest still rising.
Wow was right.
Honestly, I was so turned on that I couldn’t see straight. Ivy was sexy as fuck with her glowing flush, spread along every inch of her body, and brightly-lit eyes, wearing nothing but some panties, tights, and a bra that was half on, her breasts just sitting out in the open, begging me to lick and suck, again and again until the end of time.
And then she smirked, biting down on her swollen lip. My dick was three seconds from busting a nut in my boxers and with her looking like that, I didn’t even know if I could last half a second, after putting it inside her.
“Bedroom…” she exhaled, the small smile long gone. In its place was a hunger on her face that looked as if it’d never be satisfied. Her eyes were wild and begging me for more, for me to take her like we both needed.
I didn’t say a word.
Instead, I picked her up, wrapping her legs around my torso, and led us straight to her bed.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Ivy
The second Dawson and I were in my bedroom, he placed me on the bed and pushed me backwards. I let him take charge for just a second, snatching my bra off my body and throwing it behind him, landing quietly onto the spotless floor.
But then I sat up and flashed my eyes to his wicked ones. It was dark in my room, the sun now long gone, welcoming the night sky, but I could still see the way his pupils dilated and the way his strong and dense chest rose and fell rapidly.
I slipped out from under him and stood on my floor, still in my heels.