the nipple.
“I needed direction. Purpose,” he agreed. “But it’s not everything,” he continued, tipping his head, taking her chin in a gentle grip and turning her face up so he could sink into her eyes. “You could be my everything, Ivy.”
He kissed her then. Deeply. Slowly. Thoroughly. His hands came down on her hips and he moved her closer, so that she could feel his erection stirring. His fingers drifted up her back in the softest touch it could almost be air from an open window. They tangled in her hair, pulling lightly so that her head fell back. He moved his mouth to her neck, his tongue tasting, and Ivy felt that familiar tension begin to twist inside her.
“I want you inside me this time.”
“Definitely,” he agreed.
“I want you to come first.”
He shook his head. “Not gonna happen.”
“You watched me,” she pointed out.
He lifted his head and stroked a hand through her hair as he regarded her. “It was an earth-shattering moment for me, Ivy.”
Where urgency had driven them earlier, Jake imposed a gentleness this time that slowly unraveled Ivy. He kissed her in new places and lingered over every touch. Ivy began to feel passion grow in a way she had never experienced. It was a slow, steady burn. She explored his body just as leisurely, falling into his pacing. They sought each other’s gaze often, lost in response as touch was applied and withdrawn and new locations tested. Ivy focused on his neck and soon discovered that a combination of tongue and teeth just below Jake’s ear drove him crazy.
She smiled against his skin and whispered. “Ahha!”
His only answer was the long shuddering of his body and his hands as they tightened against her head, asking for more. She gave it to him.
She rolled Jake so that he was on his back and straddled him.
“Is this how you want it our first time?” he asked.
“Do you have something else in mind?”
“I think I’ll get more out of this position than you.” He lifted her breasts in his hands and rolled up so that he could suckle a nipple.
Which was how she wanted it. Jake had already given to her. An orgasm so profound she could only hope a repeat performance was somewhere in her future. She pushed firmly against
his shoulder so that he was again on his back, but reminded him, “You know where to find me.”
“Hell yes.”
“And I trust your timing.” She wiggled her bottom, stroking the length of his erection. His eyes closed, his jaw tensed.
“Ivy? We’re going to have to get a condom soon.”
“Where are they?”
“Pants pocket. Front right.”
She scanned the room from her perch and spotted his jeans on the chair next to the window. Too far. She would have to get out of bed. Leave his warmth. Leave the insistent push of his cock against her.
She rose up on her knees. “Don’t move,” she said. She took him in her hand, stroked his shaft. Rubbed the sensitive ridge that ran the length of him. And then lowered herself and held just the tip of his penis against her core.
“What are you doing?” His breath was thick, his eyes glued to where they were almost joined.
“I’m relying on your control.” She stroked herself again and felt herself melt over him.
“You’re playing with fire,” he gasped.
She moved him slickly through her folds and increased the pressure when she brought him to her swollen clitoris. She felt herself bloom, threw her head back and choked out his name.
Jake rolled away and Ivy wavered on the edge of climax. God, it was sweet torture. She opened her eyes and watched him grab his shorts, pull a string of condoms from the pocket, and tear into one.
“Let me.” She held her hand out as Jake slid back into bed.
Ivy kissed the tip of his penis, rolled her tongue around the burgeoning head, and only then slipped the condom into place.
Jake took her hips and would have plunged into her, but Ivy stopped him.
“Me,” she said, barely capable of words.
She placed her hands on his knees, arching her back, and slid slowly down his shaft. Jake released a long, shuddering groan.
He felt so right inside her. And it was more than a physical reaction on her part. The thought was disturbing, coming too fast into territory well-protected. Or so she’d thought. She didn’t trouble over it for long, though, because Jake wasn’t content to kick back for the ride. He picked up the rhythm and then reached between