Page 121 of My Sweetest Agony
Retreat.
Over and over.
The head of his cock stroking that wonderful spot deep inside me that draws out a whimper and sends heat spiraling through me.
I shift to wrap my arms around his neck, clinging to him, and his hand comes to rest at my shoulders to hold me steady as he thrusts into me with such slow, determined strokes.
Feeling him like this, every glorious fucking inch, so unhurried yet decadent in a way that steals my breath with each thrust, overwhelms my senses to the point of tears.
One slips down my cheek, and he catches it with his tongue, dragging it across the damp skin. “I don’t like to see you cry, Ivy.” He stills his hips, and I whimper. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
Nothing and everything at the same time.
Shaking my head, I squeeze my eyes closed, willing the tears away because God, I don’t want him to stop. I might die if he does. I need this, him, so badly. He’s a beautiful distraction from everything else that’s so wrong.
“Look at me, Ivy.”
I force my eyes open to meet his. The blue shimmers tonight with so many emotions that it’s impossible to separate them, and he captures my cheek in his palm, brushing his thumb across my lips.
“Tell me.”
“N-nothing is wrong, I just…” I shudder under him, my pussy clamping down on his cock. “You feel so good. This. Being with you does…”
His gaze softens, and he dips his head to kiss away another tear before moving to my mouth again so I can taste the salty drop on his tongue. He resumes his languid, leisurely pace, building me up so fucking slowly that my entire body trembles violently, my hips bowing to meet his as he pumps into me.
Just a bit more.
Just a little more.
So fucking close.
The simmering heat wants to spark. It wants to combust. That explosion of pleasure is right there, barely out of reach.
Then he draws back, slipping from inside me, and I gasp, reaching for him, but he drops to his knees, dragging me to the edge of the counter, and buries his face between my legs before I can object further.
His tongue replaces his cock.
Probing into me.
Dragging over my clit.
Gliding through the wetness seeping from my cunt for him.
His low growl of satisfaction vibrates against my skin. “Fucking hell. I could stay with my face between your thighs for eternity, Ivy.”
In this moment, that sounds really fucking good, like a magical plan I can completely get behind one hundred percent.
I brace myself on one hand so I can watch him as I bury the other in his hair, holding him in place, directing him where I want him. But this man doesn’t need any direction, doesn’t want any. He reaches up and grabs my wrist, pinning it onto the counter as he drags his head back.
His lips glisten, and he very deliberately flicks his tongue across my clit as he holds my gaze, making me twitch. “Trust me to give you what you need, Ivy.”
Bloody hell…
I groan, so desperate for it now that the tears start to leak out again. But I do trust him. With this. With my life. Even with what’s left of my heart. Even if I shouldn’t.
He slips a finger inside me, curling it up and dragging it along the walls of my pussy. Then another, pumping into me in that glorious spot that makes me see stars. I whimper as my body trembles, starving for release, and he watches with hooded, hungry eyes, eating at me like a starved man.
Heat blooms from my core as his tongue rapidly laps at my clit, but just as I’m about to come, he pulls away, stands, and slams his cock into me, driving me backward on the counter. His arm comes up behind me to catch me before I fall completely, his mouth ravaging mine as he drives into me ruthlessly.
