He wouldn’t hold her down, restrain her in any way, but she’d remain locked in place. If she was enjoying it, she wouldn’t be going anywhere until the very last drop of arousal left her.
Jon released her hands and ran them down the sides of her body, over her ribcage, making her squirm. He wanted nothing more than to see her naked and spread like a feast before him.
As he slowly raised her shirt, more was revealed to him, and he had this insatiable need to own and consume every inch of her. To keep her there forever. The feeling nearly terrified him, but he reminded himself that this is who he was at the core. He had the strength to set aside his wants for another, so why should this time be any different? An exquisite body was before him, and he was doing what he did best. Worshipping it.
He lifted the shirt over her head and placed his mouth on the base of her throat, and that’s when he noticed her watching him. Trailing down lower, he teased her bare skin with his tongue, stopping when he got to her bra. He skimmed a finger over her nipple and her back arched.
“Do you like that, Ivy?”
Jon unhooked the front clasp and pulled it aside, marveling at the perfection before him. She whimpered when he put his mouth on her breast, sucking the hard nub and taking it between his teeth. He pulled off slowly, and she wiggled beneath him.
“Do you like watching me?”
He went to the other side, licking over the pebbled skin. He wanted her to answer, but he didn’t push. She’d respond better if he didn’t, and he wanted to blow her mind. She wasn’t walking out of there without that happening.
Sucking with greater force earned him more moans, and her eyes fluttered upward. She may enjoy watching him, but it was nothing compared to the satisfaction he received when she was too distracted to do it anymore.
She liked the increased pressure, and he liked giving it, but the rest of her clothes were a barrier that needed to dissolve. Knowing she was soaked through wasn’t enough; his eyes wanted in on the festivities too. They wanted her spread and exposed so they could gorge.
He propped her up against him so he could fully remove her bra, his fingers brushing over her back and making her shiver. It was a warm night, the trees concealed them from neighbors, and her excitement was apparent. She was not cold; a light sheen of moisture coated her skin, and it was hot to the touch. No, that shiver was all his. It belonged to nothing or no one else.
Her muscles were slack as she rested against him, as he positioned her back down. Every tiny whimper that escaped her lips pleased him immensely.
When he ran his hands up her legs and stopped at mid-thigh, he finally elicited a verbal response from her. “Please don’t stop,” she whispered.
She looked at him, eyes begging. He loved that fucking look. “Are you wet for me, Ivy?”
Her lids dropped, her pulse throbbing against his palms. He teased lightly with his fingertips.
“Yes.”
“I know. I can smell you, and I can practically taste you already.”
She hissed through her teeth. “Just please don’t stop.”
His lips curved as he rolled down the soft fabric of her skirt, little by little. Over her hips, her thighs, her knees, kissing along the way until it was at her feet and tossed aside. He drank her in, giving himself the chance to do what he’d missed the first time. And as expected, she was soaked through, and that only made him want to get her wetter.
He yanked one side of her panties, pulling them off without the same care as her skirt. It was time to open her up and extract every last bit of her and to make her want nothing more.
If she didn’t start containing those sounds, he’d fucking lose it. He was holding it together so far, but she challenged him. Steadying himself, he regained control. He’d already decided this night was solely about her, and that’s how it would remain. He would challenge her as well, showing her a world that didn’t belong to one side or the other, but straddled between them. She was going to learn the pain of pleasure.
When her panties were off, he inhaled her with all his senses. She was gorgeous. He opened her legs and brushed his fingers up to the divots in her inner thighs, absorbing her reaction. He could look at her all day, touch her all night. Her smooth, inviting skin... Had she prepared for their visit? The idea pleased him more than he was willing to admit.
His fingers neared closer to her center, her arousal thick in the air. It didn’t just spill between her thighs but from every pore. Her entire body radiated lust, and that was exactly how he wanted her before he even began.
“Your cunt is beautiful.”
He touched along the wet seam, sliding up and down without entering. He refrained from plunging all his fingers into that beautiful cunt to feel just how deep her arousal went.
She breathed loudly as if pushing her voice out. “I don’t like that word.”
He smiled, her body jolting when he skimmed over her clit. “Words mean what you want them to mean, Ivy.” He circled the swollen nub. It looked like it’d burst with one tap. “I like the word, and I’m going to continue using it. It’s a strong and powerful name for what I’m about to lose myself in.”
She let out a long stream of unintelligible syllables when he bent his head down and flicked his tongue over her. It became clear at that moment that this night was not just about her. His clothes would never leave his body, and his cock would never touch her, but it was still very much about him. Giving her pleasure, savoring her sweet cunt, owning those whimpers escaping her throat. He’d be getting more than his share of gratification.
Her wetness filled his mouth, and he took it all. She jerked against him twice before he’d barely touched her. She was a starving woman, he was offering nourishment, and he never wanted to stop. What the fuck was he getting himself into?
He slid two fingers inside, and she cried out again. How far could he take her, how far would she go before crumbling beneath him? She was already drifting. Just how far would he let her go before he allowed her to come back?