Jake’s hand returned to her pussy. Beneath her panties he found her swollen clit. Ivy arched her hips as he glided over the hard, smooth nubbin several times. Her response turned wild and her hands dropped to his belt buckle. In record time she had his pants undone and was pulling out his rock-hard cock. It was thick and the tip was wet with pre-cum.
The feel of her small, warm hand on his dick nearly caused him to explode. She knew how to bring him to his knees. He tore away from their passionate kiss, panting. “I want to take my time with you, Ivy, but it won’t be this time. It’s been too long since I’ve had my dick inside your sweet, hot cunt.”
Jake picked her up and, holding her braced against the office door, tugged her panties aside and guided his aching cock inside the welcoming warmth of her body. A deep groan rumbled up his chest at the exquisite feeling of her tight pussy sheathing him. Just as good as he remembered. He knew he was damn close to coming. He closed his eyes and grew taut, reaching for control, trying to prolong the pleasure as long as he could when all he really wanted to do was fuck her hard and fast.
But this was Ivy. The only woman he’d ever loved. When he opened his eyes again and fell headfirst into amber pools of desire, his control snapped. Her pretty little legs tightened around him as though to remind him where he was, and he began to thrust into her slowly. But it didn’t take long for sheer desire to take over, and Jake found himself fucking her as if it was their first time, their last time, and there was no tomorrow.
Heavy breathing and delicate gasps filled the room. Ivy’s sweet mouth was working its way over his face, her nails digging into his back through his shirt. When her teeth clamped down on his ear, followed by her tongue burrowing deep inside, he pulled out of her with a feral growl. It was either that or come inside her without protection. He didn’t carry condoms with him—there’d been no one since Ivy. His hips continued to move, his cock fucking air.
“Jake!”
As if sensing his dilemma, Ivy lowered her legs and dropped down in front of him. Before he had a chance to comprehend what she intended, she swallowed his pulsing flesh.
“Jesus, Ivy!” He braced his hands against the door before he collapsed from her sweet ministrations. His hips began to move of their own accord.
As her mouth moved up and down his cock, her tongue paid special attention to the sensitive head, dipping into the slit there. Ivy knew how to love a man with her mouth. She knew what gave him intense pleasure and she knew what would send him over the edge. Her tongue came out to lap at his balls, drawing them gently into the warmth of her mouth, sucking on them tenderly before returning her mouth to his blood-engorged cock. Licking, sucking, she scraped her teeth along the length with just enough pressure to send him over the edge.
Shuddering, Jake threw his head back and released a loud grunt, losing control. A river of cum spewed into Ivy’s sucking mouth. As his hips continued to buck she kept her lips locked around his shaft, swallowing every warm drop. Even when he was drained, deflated and barely able to remain on his feet she kept her mouth on him. It was torture and pleasure rolled into one.
When Jake couldn’t take it any longer, he reached for her, pulling her up by her shoulders. Their gazes met and held. “You always were able to drain me dry.” Jake kissed her, uncaring that the essence lingering on her mouth was his release. How many times had they sucked and tongued each other off, only to kiss and taste their own cum later? Which reminded him, he hadn’t seen to Ivy’s needs.
“Your turn.” He picked Ivy up and carried her to the leather sofa. His father had added it after spending too many sleepless nights in his chair, after working too late to go home.
“I’m okay—”
Jake glanced into her eyes. “Well, I’m not. I’m going to get my fill of you this weekend, Ivy. And right now, there’s nothing I want more than my mouth loving your pussy and the taste of your cum on my tongue.” She lowered her gaze and he watched as color filled her cheeks.
He lowered her to the sofa, pulled her fanny to the edge and fell to his knees before her. Their gazes clinging, Jake watched her reaction as he put his hands on her knees. Then slowly he parted them, caressing her soft thighs as he moved along until he reached the apex of her legs. He leaned in close, catching the musky scent of her sharp arousal.
He couldn’t resist bending and giving her a tender bite on the inside of each thigh. Her breath caught and she fell back against the sofa. Jake grinned as she parted her legs farther without any coaxing from him. That was all the invitation he needed. He buried his face against her mound, inhaling deeply. Hot, sweet, exotic. Jake wasted no time in removing her panties and dropping them on the floor. And for the first time in ninety days, he got a look at the most beautiful, cock-satisfying pussy in the world.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, moving in. Using his tongue, he parted her plump pussy lips, caressed her pebble-hard clit and burrowed into the sweet, nectar-filled cavern beyond.
Her hips almost left the sofa. “Jake!” she cried.
“Easy, baby.” A hand on each thigh, he easily held her down. His tongue darted out a second time and a third, each time gliding over her engorged clit, going deeper into heaven. Her gasps echoed through the room, her hips rising and falling each time his tongue penetrated her. When her hands tangled in Jake’s hair, he knew she was lost in the moment.
“Oh god…oh god…oh god…”
Tiny tremors warned Jake she was on the verge of letting go. Her breathing escalated. He let her hands guide him where she wanted his tongue. Even if she hadn’t, he would have known where, discovering early on in their relationship exactly where her special spot was. He made sure to give extra stimulation to her clitoris as well as the soft area just below. When he felt her body tense and heard the change in her breathing, he knew she was climaxing. Clamping his hands on her thighs, he kept Ivy from closing her legs against him, instead jabbing his tongue in as deep and as hard as he could.
Her tiny scream, the wild twisting of her body—she was overcome by a powerful orgasm. As the sweet, salty taste of her cream covered Jake’s tongue, he tortured Ivy by continuing to tongue-fuck her pussy until she collapsed weakly. Only when Jake sensed she was drained did he pull away.
Ivy’s eyes were closed. Her tits were still heaving. Her pretty lips parted. Jake knew she would be hungry now. She always was after sex. He’d give her a few minutes and then take her to his home. After this there was no way he was letting her out of his life again.
Especially when he realized that he still loved her.