collarbone, down one side of her arm and coming back up the other before crossing her chest to trace her other arm. Then I took my hand and gently ran it down the center of her chest, pausing at her cleavage where her shirt covered.
Her breathing had turned shallow, and it was then that I had realized mine was, too. I may have been touching her, but it seemed as though all of my senses were on high alert. I could hear the changes in her breathing as if she were exhaling into my ear. I could literally feel the goose bumps on her skin beneath my fingertips, and I could smell her arousal in the air like it was room spray.
I leaned down and gently grazed her lips with mine while letting my hand travel further down her body. With my fingertips, I felt her suck in her stomach and hold it so I stilled my hand. But I kept my lips on hers, slowly breathing in her breaths, and then exhaling into her slightly parted mouth. My eyes stayed open, watching her intently, but hers remained closed. I watched her eyeballs move wildly behind the thin skin of her lids, and her eyebrows rise high on her forehead every time my fingers moved an inch.
“Look at me, Ivy,” I whispered against her lips.
Her eyes flashed open and then focused on me. The grey was dark and a dramatic contrast to the red. They were bright and vivid as they stared into my own. I wanted so badly to know what she was thinking, what was going on inside of her.
“Talk to me. Tell me what you’re feeling,” I whispered desperately.
She took in a shallow breath and then stuck out her tongue to lick her lower lip, licking mine in the process. My dick strained against my thigh in my pants as the moisture of her tongue and her breath left my lip cold, only to be warmed by her mouth again.
“I don’t know what I’m feeling,” she admitted with hesitant words.
“Are you scared?”
“A little.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” Her answer was so fast it didn’t give me time to worry.
Relief flooded me as I trailed my hand even lower on her abdomen.
“What am I supposed to be feeling?” she asked nervously.
I gently pressed down with my fingertips just below her belly button, adding slight pressure to define a certain spot. “Do you feel a strange sensation here?” I asked with my palm flat against her stomach and feeling it tighten beneath my hand.
“Yes,” she breathed out.
I pressed a kiss to her lips before moving them to her jaw, down to her chin, and onto her neck, pressing soft kisses along the way. I trailed them down to the center of her ribcage, leaving one last kiss in the spot between her breasts. My lips ran gently over her shirt, following the curve of her bra before finding the peak and opening my mouth, clamping my teeth tenderly over that spot that I knew covered her nipple. Her back arched off the table and a gasp left her lips.
“Are your nipples tight, like tiny balls trying to push through your skin?”
“Uh-huh,” she answered, trying to catch her breath.
I looked back up to her face and noticed her eyes were closed again, her lips parted, and her cheeks were a soft pink. “Open your eyes, Ivy, and look at me,” I ordered in a husky tone, trying to regain my own composure.
She did as I told her to and blinked a few times before landing her eyes on mine. Once I had her attention again, I continued trailing my fingers down her stomach, pulling the sheet down with it, until I reached the elastic band of her underwear. I stopped, needing to stop myself from pushing beneath it and following her directions to stay on top of the material.
“Are you wet, Ivy? If I touch you, will you be wet? Will I be able to feel your desire?” My voice was full of air, coming out in deep pants as I asked her things I desperately needed to know for my own sanity. I had never lost my focus like this before. I had never been so into the moment that I forgot where I was or what I was doing, but Ivy had a way of making everything fade into background noise, only leaving behind the two of us and the acute awareness of her body. She was