Page 50 of Yours To Hold
“The worst taste imaginable.”
“And here I thought I had decent taste.”
Ivy sets her own container down next to mine and crawls over on the couch, settling on my lap. “In me? Yes.” Her cool lips come down on my own. She tastes minty fresh. “In ice cream? You might need a lesson or two.”
“Oh yeah?” I drag my nose along the throbbing vein in her neck. I love seeing how she reacts to me. “How about a lesson right now?”
The way she wiggles her hips over me? Seeking friction? It’s fucking hot as hell.
“What did you have in mind, Mason?”
Mason. Just the way she says my name has me ready to throw her down on this couch and have my way with her. I can’t remember the last time any woman elicited this kind of response in me.
I toss her on the couch next to me. “Go wait for me upstairs.”
Grasping the back of my neck, Ivy pulls me in for a long and lusty kiss. “You better hurry or I might start without you.”
I nip at her lips. “There will be more spanking if that happens.”
“Mmm, then maybe I should.”
Ivy stands up from the couch, giving me a coy smile before running into my room.
This is so not how I imagined this night to be going.
Did I want sex with her? Absolutely.
I didn’t think we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.
Each time I came with her was better than the last. At this rate, we’ll be out of condoms before the sun comes up.
Grabbing the two containers from the coffee table, I grab the other two that are sitting on the counter. It’s one thing that is always fully stocked in our house. I don’t waste any time hauling my ass to my room.
I know what’s waiting for me.
Shouldering open my door, I find Ivy waiting for me, sprawled out in all her naked glory on my sheets. My room is an absolute mess after having our way with each other.
Her nipple piercings glint in the low light as her eyes track me.
“What’s all this?” She extends her arm to me, pulling me down on the bed next to her. “More dessert?”
My smile is mischievous. “Not for you.”
She quirks a brow up at me. “Then why’d you bring it?”
“Figured I could do a taste test. See if I like any other flavors better.”
Ivy rubs her legs together. “I see. And how can I be of assistance?”
This time, she knows exactly what I’m thinking. Grabbing one of the containers from me, she drops a dollop of ice cream on her stomach. It slides down the slope toward her belly button as goose bumps break out over her skin.
I drag my tongue along her stomach, licking up the pink cream as it runs down her skin. Ivy is arching into my touch as I suck up every last drop that coats her skin.
“Mmm.”
“Like the taste of that?” Ivy’s voice is breathless as I drop a kiss down onto a hardened nipple, flicking my tongue across the barbell there.
“You know I do.”
