Page 70 of Wasted On You

“This one might be quick, Wilkens, but I promise to make up for it.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

His boxers joined the jeans on the floor, then Mike Paul grabbed a condom. He rolled it over his dick, then leaned over Ivy and kissed her again. And again.And again. He’d promised all the kisses, and he was, if anything, more than willing to do whatever it took to keep his side of the bargain.

With all that kissing came a fair bit of touching, and he grinned to himself when he heard her moan as he skimmed her thighs, then the backs of her knees. He teased until the little sounds she made drove him crazy, then slipped a hand beneath her panties so he could sink his fingers deep inside. She was hot, the heat burning into his palm. And wet. And tight.

“I can’t,” she gasped, squirming. “It’s too much.”

“Not nearly enough.” Mike Paul grinned, and carefully tugged up her top until it was over her head. His breath snagged when she reached around and unclasped the sexiest red bra he’d ever seen.

“So beautiful,” he murmured. Her breasts were meant for him, and he grazed the tops of them with his mouth, teasing her until Ivy sank her hands into his hair and held him steady.

“A little rough, aren’t you, Wilkens?” He grinned and tugged on a nipple, while she gasped and arched into him.

“I think you’re up for the challenge,” she said breathlessly, sighing when he claimed her other nipple.

“Here’s the thing.” Mike Paul tugged down her jeans, leaving Ivy in nothing but a skimpy sliver of red silk that barely covered the part of her he wanted so bad he could barely speak. He reached for the thong, grabbed it, and yanked it down. “I’m riding close to the edge, and like I said.” He positioned himself and held his body a few inches above hers. “This is going to be quick and dirty.”

“What about the kisses you promised?” Her tongue slid across her bottom lip as she eased her legs open for him.

“Here’s number one.” Mike Paul dipped his head and slowly moved until his mouth was between her legs. It was killing him, holding off when his body was ready to explode, but he would do this for her for as long as he could. He slid his tongue over the little bud that was swollen with need, and she bucked against him.

He suckled and stroked and kissed until she began to buck and shake, and as her hips rose, he answered the need.

“Sorry, darlin’, I don’t think I can get past one.”

Mike Paul sank into Ivy slowly, loving how her eyes widened in pleasure. Their bodies were slick with sweat, and their limbs trembled.

“I’ll have to take a raincheck on the second kiss,” he rasped, moving inside her. Christ, he needed to take a moment, or he’d be done before anything good began.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

Ivy clung to him, her legs wrapped around his waist, and they fell into the kind of rhythm that was older than time. It was animalistic and beautiful. Fast and hard and so damn exquisite, Mike Paul saw stars as his body tightened.

“I can’t hold off,” he whispered roughly, glancing down at the face he’d take to the grave. At that moment, time stopped. The world faded, and he was left bare. He was raw and open and as honest as he’d ever been. “I love you,” he said, voice hoarse as he held her close. He paused, body strained from the effort it took to hold back. “You got that right?” he asked hoarsely.

She slowly nodded and whispered, “Yes.”

That was all it took. Mike Paul quickened the pace, and Ivy’s nails dug into his back. She arched beneath him, and he groaned into her. He climaxed as she shouted something unintelligible, her mouth at his neck, hot and wet. They rocked together, their bodies coupled, their minds in sync. And when it was over, when his breathing enabled him to move, he didn’t.

He stayed inside her, hunched over as he tried to keep his weight off of her. He didn’t want this feeling to end. Didn’t want to lose this closeness. This connection.

For Mike Paul Darlington, that was a first.

But he was only human, and after a while, his arms began to tremble and he rolled off, pulling Ivy into his arms as he curled into her body.

“I love you too,” she whispered, rubbing her cheek against his forearm. “I always have.”

Mike Paul’s throat was too tight to speak, so he gently kissed her neck, and she rolled onto her other side so that they faced each other.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he said, caressing her face and touching her nose. It was like he was seeing her for the first time.

“Me too.” Her eyes were huge and luminous in the dim light.

“Give me a minute.”

Mike Paul rolled off the bed and headed to the bathroom to look after some things. He got rid of the condom, cleaned up, and then returned.

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