Page 24 of Tender Temptation

My hands find the small of her back, pulling her closer so her legs are on either side of mine. As we make out, I’m overwhelmed by a rush of emotions—affection, desire, anda burgeoning love that feels both exhilarating and terrifying in its intensity.

We break apart. I hold her gaze while I pull her tank top over her head, cup her breast and suck hard at her nipple.

Ivy moans, low and husky, and wraps her arms around my neck. “We can’t. I’m on my period, remember?”

“So what?” I kiss up her chest to her throat.

She slides from my lap. “Let me take care of you.”

I’m about to protest but her hands dip beneath the waistband of my joggers and she yanks them down, freeing my cock. Licking her lips, Ivy’s turquoise eyes pierce mine. She wraps her fist around me and strokes up and down my length. The next thing I know, her lips are wrapped around me and she engulfs my shaft, bobbing up and down and swirling her tongue along my slit.

“Jesus,fuck.” I grip her hair into a tight ponytail as she worships me with her hot little mouth. I can’t even comprehend how incredible this feels.

She kisses down my shaft and sucks on my balls as she jacks me. My hips jerk and twitch of their own volition. I bite my lip hard when the zaps and zings build at the root of my spine. Moments later, Ivy guides my cock back into her mouth, humming along my shaft. I’m on the edge of utter and complete insanity.

“I’m gonna come. Ivy. Baby, if you don’t stop…” I tap her shoulder furiously.

Undaunted, she clings to my thighs and doubles down on the suction. I’m lost. I thrust up into her like a madman. Her tongue swirls along the veiny ridge on my crown and she cups my balls and gently squeezes, causing every ounce of control to go by the wayside. I hold her in place as I cant my hips one last time, coming in long spurts.

She looks into my eyes as she swallows it all, then licks me clean and releases me. “Delicious.”

This woman. She has me endlessly turned on. Infatuated. Probably, madly in love.

Rolling Ivy backward onto the couch, I push her panties to the side. “Your turn.”

“Ewww. No, Cillian.” She wriggles to get free.

I grab her ankle and drape it over the back of the couch and press her other leg to the side. She’s glistening with arousal. “Yes, Ivy. Chalk it up to one of my mysterious quirks because I don’t give two shits if you’re on your period. You’ll never go a day without me going down on you as long as we’re together.”

Leaning over, I dip my tongue into her slick folds. Ivy’s hands thread into my hair and her hips rock against my lips. I circle my tongue around her swollen little nub. She tastes salty. Sweet. Slightly tangier than normal, but still my favoriteflavor. Her back arches and she tries to wriggle free, which isn’t going to happen. I slide my hands under her ass and hold her against my mouth and suck on her clit.

“Oh, oh,ohhhhh.” Ivy grips my scalp as I lap and lick her into a frenzy, fascinated at how her pussy darkens, then blooms and swells as she becomes more aroused with each passing moment. Until Ivy, I haven’t been consistently intimate enough with a woman to bear witness to the subtle signs of her stimulation. It’s addictive. Makes me want to discover everything that turns her on.

Spreading her lower lips apart with my fingers, her engorged clit pokes out from under its tiny hood. Her sweet musk permeates my senses. I swirl my tongue around it then lick like a madman. Ivy’s thighs start shaking and she tightens, then lets go with a loud, keening, throaty moan.

Throughout the numerous contractions, I soothe her clit with the flat of my tongue. When her pussy stops convulsing, I kiss my way up her stomach, pausing to lick her nipples into hard peaks. Once our centers are aligned, I pull out her tampon, toss it on top of her T-shirt and slam inside her. Gripping her hands with mine, I look down at her, all flushed and plump-lipped from sucking on my cock and having a world-class orgasm. Ivy wriggles her hands free and caresses my face, never looking away as our bodies mesh in perfect harmony.

“You’re my everything,” I choke out, and I mean it.

Afterward, we lay on the couch still wound together. Ivy plays with my hand, rubbing the calluses on the tips of my fingers before pressing her palm against mine. “You’ve become my everything, too.”

Half hour later, we’re showered and snuggled in bed. She rests her face against my chest and I comb my fingers through her wet hair.

I’ve never felt close to someone outside my family, yet despite the revelation about her brother, there’s a big part of her life shrouded in mystery. We’re hurtling toward something official, it’s probably an appropriate time to gently, cautiously, get her to open up a bit.

“You know,” I keep my tone light, “I know why I can’t come over to your house, but when you mentioned the swimming and jet skis I realized I don’t knowwhereyou live. I’ve been inside your body about a hundred times at this point, if you’re comfortable sharing—I’d love to learn more about you.””

Ivy shifts slightly to look up at me. She hesitates, as if choosing her words carefully. “It’s complicated. My dad…um… I’ll say it. My family is very,um…wealthy. We livein Medina and my house has its own private entrance within a gated community and an intense level of security.”

I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “Security? Like, bodyguards and surveillance?”

“Yeah. State of the art,” she admits, with a small, almost apologetic smile. “We have a house manager, housekeepers, groundskeepers… It’s like a small fortress sometimes. They all report to my dad, not an optimal place to break the rules.”

The mention of her breaking rules niggles at me. I’m still finding it hard to comprehend why a twenty-four-year-old woman, who’s going to Stanford Business School, can’t tell her parents she has a boyfriend and is staying at his house. Then again, I don’t have sisters. What do I know?

“What would he do if he knew you were with me here and not at your friend’s house?” I probe gently, wanting to understand but not push her too far.

Ivy shifts away from me and rests her head on her palm. “If he knew about us, I honestly don’t know what he’d do. He has this idea of who I should be with, and it definitely doesn’t include anyone outside his circle of approval.”

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