Page 78 of Play the Last Card

I let out a whimper in protest and try to reach down, wanting to put his hand back in place. Before I can, he flips us.

Looming above me, he leans down, his nose nudging against mine before he pulls me into a sweet, loving kiss. Just as I settle into the kiss, he pulls away from that too.

Damn it.

His lips mark a hot, wet path across my cheek and down my neck. He sucks on the sensitive skin just below my pulse point before he moves on and down my neck. He reaches my chest, pulling the thin top I wore to bed down over my breasts.

He stares up at me as he takes each one in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the nipple and sucking hard on them. Heat floods me. I tangle my hands in his hair and tug.

God, that feels so good.

“Keep going, please.” I breathe out.

But again, he pulls away too soon. I whine in protest but he just smirks up at me. “You’re polite in the mornings.”

I tug on his hair. “You’re being a tease.”

He laughs and his warm breath skims over the sensitive skin of my thighs. “Oh? Do you want me to touch you, Ivy?”

I hiss in response as he presses a gentle kiss to my clit through my panties. Squirming beneath him, I nod.

“Ah uh, let me hear you say it,” he tuts.

“Please,” I snap. “Pleasetouch me.” I’m a mess, fingers clutching at his hair, trying to keep his head between my legs.

The ache in my core intensifies as I feel Scott’s warm breath. He reaches up for my hips, hooking his fingers around the fabric of my panties and pulls down. Tantalizingly slow, he removes them and throws them onto the floor.

His arms wrap around my thighs and his fingers dig into my skin. He’s clutching me so tightly, there will probably be some light bruises left from his fingers and I can’t say that I’m mad about the idea.

He stares at me, eyes hooded and a lustful expression marring his smirk. “Because you said please.”

Then he dives in.

“Ah, fuck. Yes.” I cry out, teeth sinking into my bottom lip to stop from moaning again.

Scott’s wet tongue dives into my opening, licking, and searching, and playing. I grind shamelessly against his face, moaning and whimpering at every stroke of his tongue.

Fuck, it feels so good.

Heat rushes through my veins and I’m so impossibly wet. Scott pulls away, licking me from clit to opening before latching his lips around my clit again and sucking. I feel him release one of my legs and then, on another groan, he slides a finger inside of me.

I rock against him.

“Oh, don’t stop,” I gasp, hips grinding on his ever-welcoming face. “Please don’t stop.”

He laughs against my pussy, his tongue darting out to flick against my clit. He adds another finger and pumps harder.

“Oh, oh, god.”

I can feel my orgasm building and my grinding starts to get frantic. I’m desperate to come. I’m desperate for Scott to make me come. With another suck on my clit, his mouth pops off me and he lifts his head, his fingers still pumping in and out of me in quick succession.

“I want you to come all over my face, Ivy," he rasps, and I stare down at him as he lowers his mouth to me again.

He swirls his tongues over and over. Sucking, and licking, and kissing me like he is a man starved and I am the first meal he’s had in months.

My whimpers turn back to moans, my grip on his hair tightens and my legs start to shake.

I come with his name on my lips and my hands grasping at his hair.

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