Page 71 of Yours Truly

Kneeing my way onto the mattress, Ivy snaps, motioning me down. “On your belly, with your hands on my inner thighs.”

I do as she says, no part of me grappling for control, no part of me even wanting it. And that’s the first time in years I’ve felt happy in existing with a woman, not caring about the power dynamic, not needing to hold the reins.

I just want her.

“Can I?” I ask, my mouth hovering and watering above her bare cunt. God I can smell her. Sweet and subtle, like amber and patchouli, slightly tangy too, like arousal and desire. I swallow as my cock presses painfully against the mattress. I haven’t touched myself in two days, and I’m hyperaware of that now as precum smears into the quilt, my balls fucking pounding between my legs.

“You may,” she allows, biting into her bottom lip with the tiniest dip of her head.

Peering down, I take in the sparkle of her wet cunt beneath me, the way her lips peek open partly, her arousal making her bloom. Her clit is swollen and pink and after a moment of taking her in, she lifts her hips from the bed, causing my mouth to crash into her.

“Eat me, Trace, don’t make me say it again.”

Jesus Christ. My cock leaks, and I’m not even sure it’s precum anymore. I think I’m actually leaking cum, but I ignore the signals in my own body and focus on Ivy.

Snaking my tongue between her lips, I delve inside of her, exploring more of what I now know is my favorite flavor. She’s sweet like jam, salty with arousal, and when I move the tip of my tongue around her clit, the sound she makes is pure heaven.

My bedroom comes alive for the first time ever, her gentle crooning echoing off the emptiness, filling the space with the perfect mix of desire and frantic need. Her fingers sweep through my hair, pushing it away from my face as I blink up at her, past the terrain of her full breasts, into her deep blue eyes.

She doesn’t say anything, but her gaze speaks to me. It urges me on, telling me she wants more, she wants more of me, my mouth, my body, all of it. A storm of emotion tears through me, leaving my chest full and aching. I press my mouth into her, ignoring it, lapping at her sweetness, sucking on her little clit.

“Oh God,” she murmurs, her head rolling against the wall, a tangle of beautiful black hair everywhere. I dig my thumbs into her thighs, using my nose to nudge her clit as I stroke my tongue inside of her. She’s open, wet, her body ready for my cock. But I fuck her with my tongue, my own body sending me the same signals.

I’m ready to be inside of her, my cock savagely swollen and hungry against the bed. Each lunge of my tongue into her sweetness causes me to move a little against the mattress, my own orgasm coiling tighter as I do.

“Suck on my clit, and stick your finger in my ass,” she hums, telling me what she needs, her cheeks flush, nipples puckered. God I want to eat her pussy but equally crawl up her body and suck one of those little tips into my mouth while I drive my cock deep inside of her.

But I do as she says and suck her clit into my mouth, gently rolling it between my teeth as I sink my thumb into her ass. She tightens around me, and I nearly lose it. “Ivy,” I groan into her pussy, hoping to God that her scent lingers on my stubble.

With her fingers still in my hair, she tugs me, stealing my mouth away from her body. “If you don’t come when I come, I’ll let you fuck me.”

Jesus Christ. I didn’t know sex was on the table. But I hadn’t planned on coming on the bed and myself like a fucking teenager, either.

“Easy,” I grin, loving her stickiness on my lips. She smirks but rolls her eyes, pressing me deeper into her cunt. I love the way her nails grate my scalp, reminding me that she is in possession of me, not the other way around.

Her legs widen as I suckle at her clit, my thumb making circles in her ass. She moans and cries out, and my cock weeps and weeps. Fucking crybaby. The coil in my gut winds tight, and my legs get the telltale trembles, and my toes begin to curl.

“Oh fuck,” I groan, sucking her clit deeper, moving my thumb quicker.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, her thighs trembling around me in the periphery. She’s close.

I just need to make it another thirty seconds, and then I get to sink into this silky, velvety heaven. I can do this.

“Trace, are you gonna eat me until I come? Hmm?” she asks, her tone laced with unbridled need. “Make me come, Trace Wade, make me come all over your face.” Her head hits the wall as her gaze drops to my mouth on her cunt.

“That’s right,” she urges as my stupid hips grind mindlessly into the mattress.

Fuck. I have to stop moving. I have to stop moving.

Suddenly she lifts her legs off the bed and wraps them around me, her heels digging into my back as she erupts, moaning my name in a way I’ve never heard.

“Traaace,” she draws out, her hands coming to her breasts, thumbs moving across her nipples. “Trace, you’re making me come, you’re… oh God, Trace,” she breathes, her sweet little asshole clenching around my thumb, sucking it up as her pussy pulses—that's all it takes.

Her sweet orgasm flooding my mouth, my name on her lips, her legs keeping me locked into my bed with her— “Fuck, Ivy!” I growl in between sucks and nibbles, my orgasm spilling free as I grind and feast.

I’m throbbing, each ribbon of pearly relief trapped between my belly and the quilt, creating a pool of warm mess. I can’t help it. I can’t stop. I move my hips, trying to find more friction for my cock as I unload yet again, all the while eating her through her orgasm.

When she’s nothing more than a bumbling mess, her legs slide down from my back, trembling around my face. I stay there, against the mattress, prolonging heaven as I dust kisses over her used, swollen cunt.

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