Just to know that he was down there, basically feeding himself from her, sent her on edge. Winged sensations whipped her into a frenzy. She rocked her pelvis against him and cried out as cars rushed by the window at dizzying speeds.
She came with his name, drowning in lava, in passion, in his kiss, and when he slid out panting from under her, his mouth was beautifully pink and swollen, and his eyes smoldered so hot on her face, she felt branded.
His big hand cupped her nape as he brought her lips to his, making her taste her pleasure from his mouth. “I’ve waited all night to debauch you like this. Make your lips swell red and get your hair undone. Fuck you with every part of me.”
She drenched her panties again, adrift in this need of him, her nerves ragged from the pleasure still screaming for more. “Fuck me, Cade.”
His eyes flicked immediately to the compartment shielding them from the driver, then out the window where his building loomed in the distance, and his face tightened. He bent to lift her blouse, his hands shaking as he handed it over, his voice barely intelligible.
“In five minutes. Put this on, Ivy.”
He fucked her mouth with his tongue in the elevator. Then they were in his penthouse, and he was all over her, his mouth slanting over hers, his hands fumbling with his clothes.
He jerked off his shirt, buttons flying everywhere and landing on the floor with little clicks. Ivy kicked off her skirt, and Cade caught her in the middle of the room and threw her down on the sofa, tearing off her panties.
She cried out as piercing arousal ripped through her insides, and then she caught his earlobe between her teeth and shuddered when he pinned her arms up and held her still as he thrust inside her. She screamed, creaming all over him. Every solid dive of the thick, stiffened muscle of his cock felt delicious, hot, filling …
She curved her spine to shove her hips closer to his. “Cade.”
“You like that? Do you?” He rammed into her so hard her teeth knocked and she mewed and dug her fingers into the back of his hands.
“Yes. Oh, God. Cade.”
His eyes fell to the hickey he’d left on her neck yesterday, and he dove and suckled her once more, his fingers tightly laced through hers, his palms engulfing her own.
The rhythm he set shot ripples of ecstasy through her tattered nerve endings as he buried his cock inside her, again and again, fast first, and near the end, painstakingly slow.
He felt so good, so strong with every slow, slow penetrating thrust, every fiery sensation traveled through her body in a shock wave of pleasure. She felt impaled down to her soul.
When they were both panting and sweating and quaking for release, he plunged down to his balls and up to her blazing core. He remained there for seconds at a time, pulsing in wet heat, deep, so deep inside her that her eyes blurred with tears of ecstasy. When he dragged back out completely, Ivy mewed, the aching void in her pussy throbbing for him. Her vagina flared and rippled and ached at every one of his minute absences, and a shot of pure bliss tore through her when he thrust again, filling her, stretching her open to him.
He was so lost in the pleasure of his thrust, they were both so utterly lost in each other, they no longer spoke, but the sounds of their pleasure echoed in the room, their breathing broken only by their moans, Cade’s body so completely possessing her, so completely overpowering her, Ivy was the first to break in orgasm.
She sought his kiss, shuddering as she felt his mouth covering hers, penetrating her with what he could. Her tremors started subsiding, and he tore his mouth away and flipped her around, entering her pussy while it still rippled from behind.
He impaled her even harder in that position, dragging her up on all fours, and Ivy hadn’t realized she could climax so many times. Pleasure like this had never existed in her mind. Pleasure so dark and deep, it bordered on pain, on beautiful, all-consuming pain. He latched onto her hickey with his lips, grazing it with his teeth, gently suckling it back into the blazing heat of his mouth.
They didn’t speak.
They didn’t need to.
Their bodies were in perfect synchrony, their gasps and groans spoke more than words. Cade slid his hand down her abdomen and thumbed the nub of her clit with slow, easy strokes, and the pleasure hit her from all sides, exploding through her in a massive orgasm. She cried out for him, “Cade!”
He intensified his strokes with both his cock and his fingers in her pussy, growling into her ear, “I want to come inside you.”
“You can! I’m protected!” Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as he pinched her clit and surprisingly pushed her to another explosive orgasm. “Come inside me. Come inside me, Cade!”
“Ah, God.”
His fingers clenched in her pussy, striving to keep the rhythm as he broke out in a hard, loud orgasm. His breath tore out of him, a warm, sweet blast at her nape as he continued riding her, prolonging their pleasure to levels beyond her understanding. Ivy was so loose, so wet, and so primed, she came again for him as ecstasy knifed through her at each of the four times his cock spurted and jerked deliciously hot inside of her.
They lay in an almost comatose state for probably an hour, panting and entangled, occasionally kissing, slowly at first, with gratitude, and then, a particularly long, languorous kiss once more rekindled them like wildfire.
After they’d fucked a third time on the carpet, Cade carried her tiredly to his bed. Ivy lay on her side, every inch of her body sore and aware of him—of his body, curled against her backside. The press of his lips against the nape of her neck, barely there. His warm breath stirring the hair there. His smell of autumn, earthy and warm. The heat that emanated from his body. The curve of his arm around her waist, his large male body spooning the back of her smaller frame.
His chest rose and fell against her, and she felt safe, so safe, for a moment she forgot that for the past few months, she had been so scared.
No one had ever made her feel so protected, but tonight, this night, it was as if nothing could touch her but this man whose caress she wanted more than anything. And for the first time in months, Ivy Summers could sleep.
* * *
Cade woke up to the sound of the doorbell. Groggily, he sat up in bed and glared at the clock. Nine a.m. He hadn’t planned to appear in his office today, and since he was the boss, everyone could just as well screw it. Still, he couldn’t imagine who would ever visit him. People usually knew better than to annoy him.
He turned to Ivy, blond hair tangled all over her head, her arms draped over her pillow, and that strange emotion in his chest came back with a vengeance.