Page 107 of Yours To Hold
I love her. Everything about her calls to me in a way I never knew. The way she loves Willow. The way she loves me. The way she completely changed her life and will now be in ours every single day.
“You’re thinking pretty hard up there.” Ivy starts unbuttoning her blouse. Slowly revealing those perfect tits of hers that I love so much.
Kneeling down, I spread her legs apart and pull her to the edge of the couch. Her eyes go wide as I slide my hands up her legs, rubbing my thumbs over her core. “Thinking about how much I missed you. And how I can’t wait to get inside you again.”
Grabbing my wallet, I pull out a condom before we get too far into this. Ivy stops my hand. “No condom.”
I eye her. “You sure? All my tests were negative the last time I got checked.”
She nods. “Mine too. And I’m on the pill.” Linking her hands behind my head, she pulls me closer to her. “I want to feel every bare inch of you inside me.”
Fuck me. It’s like my dick knows exactly what is going to happen and wants to get in on the action.
My answer is to crush my lips against hers. Every nip, every suck, every tease, reseals the connection between the two of us that I thought was broken.
Each slide of her tongue against mine is making me desperate to get inside her. I rip my mouth from hers.
Swollen lips.
Lust-filled eyes.
Blush creeping up her cheeks.
I can’t wait to see how she looks once I’m inside her again.
“Why’d you stop?”
“Because I don’t want to come in my pants like some chump. And you’re going to make me come just from kissing you.”
Ivy looks quite proud of herself as she sits up and shrugs out of her shirt. “Then you better get a move on, Mason. Because I want that cock of yours inside me. Now.”
Leaning forward, I bury my face in her cleavage. My fingers pinch her nipple through the thin fabric of her bra.
“I’ve missed your hands.” Ivy’s fingers dig into my scalp, fisting the hair. Oh yeah, she definitely has.
“And I’ve missed these.” I pull a cup of her bra down, her breast popping out. Her nipples are already hard. I play with the barbell there, knowing exactly how she likes it. Each twist and flick of my tongue, pulling the cool metal against my tongue, has Ivy writhing beneath me.
“I forgot how good you are at this.” Ivy’s fingers—if possible—tighten even further in my hair. The slightest sting of pain shoots straight to my leaking cock.
“I will reacquaint you however often you need, Ivy.” I turn my attention to the other neglected nipple. I pull at it with my teeth, licking the sting away with my tongue.
“I am so close to coming, Mason. Oh my God!”
Ivy throws a leg over my shoulder, holding me to her. Her heel digs into my back. I pull off her.
“What are you doing?” she whines. An arm is thrown over her her eyes.
“I want you to come on my tongue.” Popping open the button on her pants, I pull the zipper down. I press kiss after kiss onto her stomach as I tug her pants and underwear down. Ivy’s wet and waiting for me.
I blow a warm breath over her pussy.
“You’re making me crazy.”
“Good.” I bite at the tender skin of her thigh. “A little taste of how you’ve made me feel the last few weeks. I should make you wait.”
Pulling back, I keep a hand on her, my touch light.
“Are you really going to keep me waiting right now?” Ivy throws her hand down. A fighting look spreads across her face.
