Page 65 of Dangerous Play

With my other arm around her waist, I flipped her onto the bed and rocked my hardness against the softest parts of her.

A whimper tore from her lips as I moved down her neck, hinting kisses along the way, nipping at her sensitive skin and licking my way down, exploring her favorite spots.

Her hands pushed into my hair, holding onto it, as she panted from the anticipation, and I grinned against her flushed skin.

I pushed my T-shirt up over her body, stopping only after I had exposed her lace panties, toned stomach, and braless breasts. God, I missed them.

“Take this off,” I muttered, tugging at it. Despite loving seeing her in my clothes, they were in the way right now.

Ivy pulled it over her head and discarded it on the floor. My eyes roamed over her perfect body, and I wasn’t sure where to start. I wanted to lick and kiss and taste every inch of her. But equally, I wanted to be balls deep in her, making her scream my name.

The primal possessiveness that washed over me when I was with her wasn’t healthy. But I couldn’t find it in me to care.

Not right now.

“There are so many things I want to do to you.”

“You will have time to do all of them,” she said, leaning up on her elbow, her hooded eyes finding mine. “I want you to take what you need tonight. Don’t think about me or...”

“Blossom, if you think I won’t make sure you’re screaming my name until your voice is gone tonight, you really don’t know me.”

Heat flushed her cheeks. “It’s not that easy to make me come. I usually have trouble.”

“I didn’t see you having any trouble when you fell apart on the beach,” I said, arching a brow and making her grin. “I stand by what I said. There’s no such thing as bad sex, only bad partners. Guess I just need to show you how easy it is to actually make you scream.”

With that, I reached over to rub my thumb over her soaked panties.

“You are making my job way too easy.” I pulled her panties down her legs, kissing my way back up before my fingers found her clit, massaging it in slow, teasing circles.

A loud gasp escaped her as I soaked up the sight of her wet and aching pussy. I’ve dreamed about this moment for so long. The desire to taste her on my tongue and be inside her battled within me as I worked her clit.

My fingers spread her folds and the sigh of her pink glistering pussy pushed me over the edge. Grabbing her butt with both hands, I pulled her closer to me and, with one long lick, buried my face in her.

I sucked on her hard little bud before plunging my tongue inside her, fucking her with it like it was my cock. Her taste and scent surrounded me, and her cum tasted just as sweet as the lingering jasmine smell that I’d grown accustomed to. I feasted on her as if it was my last meal, never wanting to let go.

“I need more,” she moaned shamelessly, forgetting we were far from alone in the house. “Please.”

Without removing my mouth, I pushed my thumb to her clit, giving her more.

Ivy shook in my arms, her legs trembling from the desire and release building inside her.

“I want you.” Her request was almost lost in her moans, especially as it was quieter, and fear lingered behind her words.

“The first time I fuck you, Blossom, will not be in rush,” I muttered against her pussy as my thumb worked restlessly. “Now be a good girl and come, so I can fuck you like you deserve.”

My words must have done the trick because I watched her eyes close, pure pleasure washing over her face before I lowered my head back to her wetness. After a few strokes with my tongue, I felt her sweet cum release and I kept licking every drop of it until she was nothing more than a panting mess under me.

Satisfied, I wiped my mouth and glanced up at her.

“Did I... scream?” she asked me, horrified, wide-eyed.

“I think the words you are looking for is thank you.” I grinned as my body covered her and I kissed her. “Do you feel how good you taste?”

She offered a sheepish smile, and I could tell she was outside of her comfort zone. Talking about sex was one thing, but clearly, she wasn’t far as comfortable with the doing part as she let on.

“Are you okay?” I asked, pushing her hair back from her face and gently kissing her temple.

“Yes,” she muttered, and I hated to see the uncertainty in her eyes.

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