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His hand landed on her shoulder and came in contact with the corded muscle. His poor baby was tense.

“Hey, you feel like you are carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders.” His fingers worked to massage the knot under his touch. Hell. This might be effective, but he had a better method…

“I just wish I didn’t have to stand in front of all those people tonight… and give a speech. Ugh.” She buried her face in his chest.

Slowly, he moved to rub her back. The tug in his gut was present. Whenever she wasn’t happy, it nagged at him.

“You are going to be amazing, Doc. You can’t go into the night like this though, Baby. Let me take care of you. Help you ease some of the stress. I won’t hold you up too long.”

“Everyone is already en route. Soon, beauty professionals will descend on this place.”

“They can wait. I’ll make it worth their while. Just let me…” He straightened her so she no longer leaned on him. Then he took a step back. “…take care of you.” Manny placed a peck on her temple as he loosened the knot on her robe.

“You need to let all the tension go.” His hand dipped inside the folds of the robe, skimming her silky soft skin. After almost thirty years, one would think he wouldn’t still be in awe of the satin feel of her. Nope. If anything, he was more enamoured than the first time.

“Gimme a few minutes. Let me make you feel… Good.” His hand tightened at her waist as he hoisted her onto the vanity. Stepping in between her thighs, he used his body to pry them open.

Tear-shaped, full breasts greeted his view as he looked down. He almost sighed in disappointment. There was no time to feast on them as he’d like. More was the pity.

Ivy’s excitement caused her to push short, harsh breaths past her lips. Manny glanced at her eyes as they became hooded. The want and need taking over her features. It was a call Manny couldn’t ignore even if he tried.

Sinking to his knees, he ducked his head between her parted thighs. Manny delivered open kisses to her right knee, leaving a trail of moisture on her inner thigh. Just as he reached her apex, he switched to her other leg… her sigh of frustration at being teased made him smile. He shook his head. Ivy knew better. He would get her there. Always get her there. But at his pace. Even if it meant driving her crazy in the process.

“Manny,” she whined as his lips hovered at her left knee.

“Did you need something, Doc?”

“You know what I need!”

And he did.

Manny traced a path back to her core this time. He didn’t deter. Ivy’s musky fragrance greeted him. Damn, but it was good to be home. He ran his nose along the length of her nether lips. Found evidence of her excitement.

Now some men had cute or sweet names for their woman’s pussy. Manny offered no such niceties. Instead, he called a spade a spade.Cock Killer.

It was fitting. The effort exerted trying not to come once he slid into her velvety heat was hellacious. Fuck. It had become none easier over the last decades. Luckily, it wasn’t his present mission.

Manny’s body shuddered as he took the first swipe of her plump lips. He loved the feel of the low, springy coils. She kept it low and well-manicured. Before her, he hadn’t cared one way or another if a woman was bare. With Ivy, he had insisted.“I don’t want to feel you bare here, Baby.”

Not dwelling on his preferences. He placed kisses on her mons. Her glistening clit strained, peaking from its hood, ready for his attention, but he wasn’t ready to pay it the courtesy it deserved. Instead, he traced her folds with the tip of his tongue as he stroked her inner thigh. She shivered at his touch.

Soft, barely there licks followed, causing her to squirm with the sweet torture. His reward was the taste of her tangy ambrosia.

“Ahh, Manny.” She hissed. He smiled at the pleasure in her voice.

Ivy nuzzled his head. Lost in the sounds of her throaty moans, he allowed them to guide his administration. Soft licks turned to persistent swipes between her lips. Her taste teased him. It wasn’t enough. His tongue twirled inside her. Then extracted the pureness of her essence as his tongue moved in and out of her. Her flavour played on his tongue. Ivy thrust her hips upward as they created a passionate rhythm. Animalistic moans filled the air.

Ivy's taste changed slightly. It was a signal she was about to come. The buildup to her release was a heady feeling, bringing her so much pleasure. Leaving the warmth of heat, he pulled his tongue from her depth. Manny suckled her clit in his mouth. The rubbing of his head became more insistent. Her breathing hitched. He doubled his efforts. Her sharp inhale was paired with the flood of her release. “Manny,” she cried in a hoarse whisper.

His finger was there to collect it. His groan of appreciation was guttural as he slowed the licks to her clit. With a final nip, he pulled away, sucking the treasure his finger had collected into his mouth. Perfection. She tasted like decadence and overindulgence.

“That was…” Ivy began and trailed off.

“How do you feel now, Doc?” he asked as he stood.

“Like I could go down for a nap.”

“Then my work here is done.” He winked. He pressed a sweet kiss to her forehead. The selfish part of him didn’t kiss her, not wanting to share her taste. It was his reward. “I’m going to jump in the shower.”

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