Page 61 of Yours To Hold
“Mason.” Ivy breaks the kiss, her hot breath ghosting over my lips. “Inside.”
Opening the door, I don’t let go of Ivy. I carry her across the short distance to my front door and throw it open. Her lips nip and suck at my own neck, marking me as hers.
Ivy wastes no time, pulling her top off and throwing it over my shoulder. Her tits are right there, no bra.
“Why are these so hot?” I flick my tongue over her piercings, loving how good they feel. “I want to fuck these.”
I nip at the tender skin, moving to the other one and paying it the same attention.
“God, that feels so good.” Ivy’s fingers dig into my hair. My attention doesn’t move from her chest. I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of these.
“More, Mason. I need more.”
“More what?” I growl.
“More of you. Everywhere.”
Releasing her legs, I grab the back collar of my shirt and yank it over my head. I don’t miss the way Ivy’s eyes trail over my abs. Or the way she bites into that plump bottom lip of hers.
Pulling it from her teeth, I suck it between my lips. The faint hint of her drink lingers. It makes my brain fuzzy, tasting how sweet and sinful this woman is.
Her nails trace soft trails over my chest as we back farther into the house, bumping into the entry table.
I spin her in my arms, our gazes colliding in the mirror.
It’s almost a surreal experience that we’re here.
“Look how fucking sexy you are.” I drag one of my hands up her stomach. Tweaking one of her nipples, the barbell glints in the low hallway lights. “You have a body that was made for sinning.”
“So what are you waiting for then?” Ivy arches into my touch. Her soft whimpers and moans give me all the encouragement I need.
“Someone’s needy.” I pop the button open on her jeans and slide the zipper down. Each snick echoes in the quiet hallway.
“I want to feel you inside me. Is that such a bad thing?” Ivy rubs that perfect ass of hers against my cock.
“Hands on the table.” I kiss a trail down the notches in her spine. She obeys, popping her ass out.
Dragging her jeans down her legs, I take my time, kissing every inch of skin as I reveal it.
Over the soft curves of her ass.
The tender skin on her thighs.
I want it all. I want to mark every inch of it as mine.
I stop at her knees, wanting her just like this.
Grasping her ass in my hands, I bury my face between her legs. She’s already wet. Wet and needy for me as I run my tongue along her pussy.
“Oh God, Mason.”
“Mmm. So fucking good.”
Running a finger under her thong, I rip it off. I want nothing between us. I don’t stop as I slip my tongue inside her. My free hand goes to her front. Her clit is throbbing as I strum it.
Ivy thrusts back into my face. “Keep doing that.” Her body is reacting to everything I’m giving it.
And I fucking love it.
