Page 57 of Rami

Her juices still clung to his mouth. He sucked his bottom lip to savor her flavor. Jesus. She tasted as delicious as a guilty man’s last meal.

Hearing Ivy moan and shudder had shredded his self-control and elicited a flood of longing inside him. But not just sexual need—there was something else brimming just below the surface.

And he didn’t want to explore it.

Instead, he’d focus on the physical aspect of what he was feeling. Because as far as he was concerned, her coming was the sweetest, most craze-inducing sound he’d ever heard.

He’d never particularly gotten off on the sound of a woman, but Ivy’s raspy little cries had him unglued. One thing was for sure: he liked this. Like the sated, curled-up weight of Ivy against his naked chest. Too damn much.

He approached the double-sized chaise longue at the end of the pool near the doors and lowered her to the cushion. Kneeling on the lounger, he reached over to his discarded his jeans and dug through the pocket until he found his wallet. He yanked out a condom and then quickly glanced at his phone to make sure the ringer was on and no one had called or messaged since he buried his face in Ivy’s pussy.

Couldn’t be too careless.

Ivy let out a little sigh and stretched. “It’s such a beautiful night.” She twirled a lock of hair around her finger, and she looked so damn relaxed he almost didn’t want to take that feeling from her. But the need to get deep inside her was too great.

He’d never made love—fucked. Shit, he was getting soft. He’d never fucked under the stars, and until now the idea hadn’t meant much to him.

But the moonlight coating Ivy’s sleek body in its rays, her pink nipples little rosebuds—it was erotic as hell. Shoving his sopping wet briefs down his legs, he stretched out beside her. Instantly she curled into him, meshing with every cell in his body. Her fingers went to his side, brushing along his skin. He rolled on top of her, boxing her in with his elbows.

“This is more comfortable than cement,” she said with a chuckle.

He grinned. “Sorry about that.”

A throaty laugh rumbled from her throat. “Mmm. No apology necessary. You numbed the pain quite well.”

He didn’t stop his bark of laughter. “Anytime, sweetheart. You taste like heaven.”

Everything about her was like heaven. He’d never considered himself religious, but Jesus, Ivy had become his salvation.

Ivy’s face softened. Her smile was slow and cautious, her eyes warm and watchful. As if she wanted to ask something but was holding back.

“What?” he asked.

“Do you have a condom?”

He’d bet his ass that wasn’t what she’d been thinking, but when her featherlight touch skimmed his abs, he forgot everything else.

She shimmied her legs so he could nestle between them then hiked her knees up to his hips. He let out a groan as her still-wet pussy rubbed against his shaft, nearly kicking his eyes to the back of his head.

After quickly ripping open the foil wrapper in his hand, he rolled on the condom and guided himself to her opening. She was soaked, making his entry easier than her tight tissue would’ve normally allowed.

A little cry breathed through her lips, and he sealed his mouth over hers to steal it. Her hips surged forward as he swept his tongue between her teeth, filling her mouth with her own delicious flavor.

God, he loved the way she welcomed him. The way her walls gift-wrapped his cock perfectly. Need tightened every muscle and pleasure infiltrated his brain.

He rocked into her, tapping his shaft to her clit. She cried out sharply and crushed her arms around his neck, holding on to him as if she were drowning. Her scent was thick and sweet in the air. All he could feel, smell, and taste was Ivy.

And he was fucking addicted.

“Rami. Omigod,” she squeaked against his lips.

A guttural moan rose from deep within him. Her warm wetness coated his cock, clenching until it threatened to bust. He brought his mouth to her neck, licking and tasting her.

Her fingernails dug into his shoulders and he wanted more. Pulsing into her at a steady rhythm, he teetered on the edge of an orgasm. Already. Christ. But he wasn’t ready. Not until she came again.

Her moans became high-pitched cries and he continued in a steady rhythm, stroking her clit. She convulsed. Her legs squeezed his sides. The sound of her unbridled pleasure broke the dam inside him and he came.

Pumping fast and hard into her, he ground out a curse against her neck. He buried himself over and over until his seed leaked its last drop. He went slack, every muscle spent.

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