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“Iver,” I pant, my back arching.
He releases my nipple with a loud pop, eyes meeting mine as he rocks back. “Yeah, baby?”
That single word makes my insides turn to goo.Baby.
“Do you need to stop?” he asks, arching a brow.
I shake my head.
He palms my breast, staring deeply into my eyes. “Then what do you need, Chey? Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”
“Take off your clothes,” I whisper.
The corner of his mouth kicks up and he reaches behind his back, grabbing onto his t-shirt and rucking it off over his head one-handed. It’s a damn Magic Mike move if I’ve ever seen one, but his body puts those in the movie to shame. Iver is all hard edges and chiseled muscle beneath that golden skin, tall and built and freakinggorgeous.
I peel off my jeans and panties before I lose the nerve, kicking them away as Iver shoves down his own pants. His boxers come with them, his thick cock springing free, and I suck in a gasp at the sight of it, immediately followed by another deep blush.Because even though I had his dick in my hand the other night, feeling it andseeingit are two completely different things.
It hangs heavy between his thighs as he reaches down to wrap a hand around his shaft, giving it a few lazy strokes as I drop down on the edge of the bed and his eyes zero in on the apex of my thighs. They blaze silver as his tongue darts out to wet his lips, gaze snapping up to meet mine.
“You’re fuckingperfect,” he growls, the muscle in his neck straining.
My heart slams against my ribs as I scooch back on the bed and allow my knees to drop open, sliding a hand down my belly as I lay back.
Iver groans, his fist pumping harder as he eats me up with his gaze. “Can I taste you?”
A flood of heat rushes to my core. Sinking my teeth into my lower lip, I peer up at him through my eyelashes and nod, knees spreading further to invite him into the cradle of my thighs.
The mattress dips beneath his weight as he climbs onto the bed, heat licking up my spine while he settles himself between my legs. His stubble rasps against my inner thighs as he leans in, eyes fixed on mine as he drags his tongue through my slit. My whole body shudders at the contact, legs reflexively snapping closed around his ears.
Iver pulls back, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on the crest of my thigh as he holds eye contact. “We can stop anytime you want to, Chey,” he reminds me.
“I don’t want to stop,” I pant breathlessly.
His lips curve into a grin. “Then I think I know what’ll help.”
My brows knit together in confusion as he suddenly shoves up and climbs away, flopping down on his back next to me.
“Get up here and ride my face, beautiful,” he murmurs, grabbing for my hand and giving it a little tug.
There isn’t an ounce of hesitation or resistance in me as I allow him to guide me upright, dragging me up his body by my thighs and positioning me over his face. The coil in my belly winds tighter as I take in every hard plane of his physique from this new vantage point, his hands tightening around my hips. He lowers me down, the warmth of his mouth covering my center and his tongue spearing into my opening.
“Oh!” I gasp, every muscle tightening, then going slack. “Oh…”
Waves of pleasure slowly build as Iver licks his way up to my clit and suctions his lips around it, my head falling back, the ends of my hair tickling my spine. It feels sogood. So much better than I even imagined.
Liquid heat scorches my veins as Iver feasts on me, and while I should just be glad we’ve made it this far without me having a freakout, all I want is more, more,more. I crave this man with every fiber of my being, his every touch breathing new life into my body.
My eyes flutter open, fixing on his hardened cock resting against his thigh. Reaching for it, I wrap my fingers around his girth, pumping it in my fist as I slowly bend forward at the waist.
Iver grunts, the vibration sending a shockwave through my pussy, and I dart my tongue out to circle the velvety tip of his cock, his hips jerking at the contact. He sucks my clit harder as I take him in my mouth, my thighs quaking as a growl rumbles from his throat. It only encourages me to swallow him deeper, bobbing up and down as I find a rhythm that matches each caress of his tongue.
I lose myself in the motions, to the sensations. Pleasure builds like a storm, far more potent than the one currently raging outside his bedroom window. We could both finish like this, but I still want more. Ineedmore, I need mymate.
Popping off his dick, I brace myself on my palms and lift my hips, looking back at Iver as I climb off his face. He lifts his head and his eyes immediately come to mine, like he wants to make sure I’m okay. I nod to let him know that I am, pinning my lower lip between my teeth as I shuffle down the bed, twisting around to face him and climbing over his lap.
His gaze turns molten as understanding dawns, his hands coming to rest on my thighs as I press my own to his chest. Then I slowly lower myself down, circling my hips until his tip notches with my entrance. His fingers tighten around my thighs, but he doesn’t push. He holds himself steady as I lower myself down onto his steel, squeezing my eyes closed as my inner walls stretch to accommodate his size.
It hurts.
