“Cade, I’m coming!” Ivy clutched his head against her chest with desperate fingers, bouncing harder over his straining length. She seated herself completely over every inch of his throbbing cock, and when he held her down and started pumping, her clit scraped against his pelvis, and she shattered.
He could feel as the sheer, blinding ecstasy broke inside her, shooting in spasms down her slim limbs. Fevered and panting, he groaned and rolled her underneath him, prolonging her orgasm as he pinned her body by the hips and plowed to the hilt inside her, over and over again, making her scream, yelling out with her.
Her sex opened to receive him. The tiny flutters of her orgasm stroked around the length of his pulsing dick. She was panting and beautiful, her nails clawing down his biceps as she came back from heaven and watched him fuck her like mad. Jesus, and he just loved fucking her. Was about to spill himself all over her. His muscles tensed as he shafted her harder, poising him for his release. He could feel his face straining from his efforts, his muscles flexing in his body.
“Come inside me.” Her smoky voice wrapped around his balls as she stroked her fingers up her rib cage. “Let me watch you come.”
When he saw her cup her covered little breasts with her hands and fondle them over her sexy bra, he couldn’t at the moment remember ever seeing a more erotic thing. Aware of her watching him, her eyes glazed in lust, he roared out her name with one last thrust and came undone for her.
* * *
The minutes flew by so fast, Ivy kept staring at the clock on her nightstand while listening to Cade’s steady, comforting heartbeat beneath her ear. It was past midnight.
They’d stolen into her kitchen a while ago, and Cade had gorged on two peanut butter sandwiches and milk, while Ivy had made herself another mango veggie shake. They were never really able to slide back in bed together without wanting to fuck once more, so they’d been all over each other as soon as they hit the sheets.
Ivy’s lust for him confounded her. Was it even possible to ever feel sated? Would she ever feel like this for another man again? Her throat closed on the answer, because she knew that Cade West was it. For her. And if she was half the decent human being she thought she was, then she had to let him go.
Throat tight at the thought, she absently circled one of his nipples with her fingertip. She hadn’t closed the drapes tonight, and she could see him in the moonlight. Beautiful male, beautiful man. Her vagina ached to be filled up by him again.
“I’m going to miss you, Cade.” Her whisper was tiny in the dark, and it almost sounded scared.
He stroked the back of her head, quiet until the clock on the nightstand marked another minute. “You don’t have to go.”
She raised her head to see his face, relaxed from his recent orgasm, but his eyes were watchful on hers. God, she didn’t know what he wanted from her, but she knew she wanted too much from him. More than what was fair to him. More than she could handle.
Cade … he was like a raw, exposed nerve. And Ivy felt like her own live wires, her own exposed nerves, became electrified when she made the merest contact with him. Even a visual one.
Aching to be with him again while at the same time dreading it would be their last time, she sat up and trailed her fingers down the center of his chest. Her touch made him hiss, and she could feel the currents inside him like electricity, seeping into her.
Everything about him was so sinfully sexy, she could hardly stand looking at him without wanting to touch and lick him. She wished she didn’t have to leave. She wished she could … belong to him.
Closing her eyes as she let her feelings wash over her, she bent and sank her teeth around a small, brown male nipple, and her womb clenched at the answering growl that tore from his chest. She wanted to tell him so many things, and at the same time, she wanted to show them to him.
She suckled his nipple, and his fingers clenched around her scalp, locking her head closer to him, and that was all the encouragement she needed to lick him lower. And lower. And lower.
When she reached his cock, she heard him groan in anticipation. “Ivy…”
“Yes, Cade,” she answered, letting him know with those two words that she planned to blow him. Hard.
She seized the base and looked at him through her lashes. The look on his face made her pussy ripple in hot need. He looked … destroyed by his need. By his hunger.
Her throat closed with the force of her desire. Breathless and fevered on the inside, she licked her tongue over the bloated tip, lapping up the drops of pre-come gathered there. As the taste of him seeped into her, a merciless greed opened like a bottomless void inside of her. She wanted him so much. Too much.
She slid her hands down his hard thighs, and her vagina pulsed needfully as she moved her tongue over his enormous, thick length. Up and down, she licked him, aware of him watching her with glowing silver eyes and a tightly gritted jaw.
When she took him fully into her mouth, as much of his cock as she could fit, he hissed out a strained sound and swiveled his hips to push more of himself inside her.
She almost choked and he quickly tangled his fingers in her hair and retrieved her head back an inch. “My bad…,” he said thickly. “Easy.”
Desperate to go back in, Ivy nodded and closed her eyes shut as she licked up another pre-come drop at the tip. Salty and male and … Cade. “You taste so good … so…” Trapped by his gaze, she breathlessly stroked him with her fists as she looked into his virile face—ten times more handsome to her right now, when it was raw and primal, tensed and carved with lust. “Forbidden.”
“Jesus. Lick me up, Ivy.”
Her mouth watered, and hot little clenches gripped her pussy as she lowered her head back down. Her lips brushed across the crown, and his muscles contracted in response. She smiled up at him, and he gazed at her with a look of barely restrained control, like he was about to flip her over and screw her brains out.
“Like this?”
His nostrils flared when she licked a big circle around the folds of the crown, and he dropped his head back on the pillows, breathing fast.
“Yeah, baby.” His hands gently caressed the back of her head, almost petting her. He moved his hip again, rolling toward her mouth. A tremor racked her body and she crammed the first few inches of him into her mouth.
“Oh, fuck. Ivy.”
Growing bolder, she cupped his ball sack in her palms and started a slow rhythm, her panties soaked as he watched her.