lemon. Lay down, Jake.”
He shook his head. “You first.”
“No way,” she said. “When you touch me I get distracted.” She swirled a finger through the yogurt. “And you become very single-minded.” She rose on her knees so that they were almost touching. “And I plan to fully enjoy you right now, Jake.”
Before he could protest further, she wiped her finger across his lips and then followed it with her tongue. She parted his lips and dipped inside and the lemon flavor combined with her own distinctive taste burst inside his mouth. Jake groaned and felt his body clench. She dueled with his mouth while her fingers spread the creamy substance under his ear, down his throat, and swirled it around a nipple.
He was panting before she got to that sensitive skin behind his ear. She lapped, teethed and sucked his sweet spot into her mouth. An electric current shot to his dick. He jutted his hips and growled deep in his chest.
Ivy paused and gazed at his burgeoning erection. Moisture was beaded at the tip.
“Are you coming, Jake?”
“No.” The word was clipped and an emotional revelation. He was close. Already.
“Good, because I have plans for that.”
She went for the container of yogurt again; this time she scooped out enough to cover her palm. Jake shuddered and closed his eyes. He knew what was coming, but she made him wait for it, licking her way down his neck, pulling with her teeth at the thin matting of hair on his chest, and finally circling his nipple where she lapped up more of the yogurt. When she drew it into her mouth her hand circled his cock.
Hot and cold. He was so damn hot and the yogurt was like a cool compress. He pumped himself in her hand, watched her watching him. The arousal on her face, in the heated flush of her skin and the fevered look in her eyes, was almost too much. But then she smiled, a look of perfect satisfaction, and her hand tightened around him. Seed burst from his cock.
“Too much.” He grabbed his balls to stop himself.
“Does that help, Jake?”
He didn’t answer. He wasn’t capable of it.
He felt her lean into him, her tongue flick against his nipple. Her hand curled around his and squeezed. “Hold tight, now,” she suggested and he felt her slide down his chest, over his belly, lower, her lips dragging over his skin. She stroked his shaft with her tongue and murmured her appreciation. Jake opened his eyes and watched her. She was beautiful. So incredibly beautiful. And he was going to come in her mouth. When she opened over his knob he released his balls and let his semen flow.
The orgasm was intense. It shuddered through every muscle. Blinded him with bright flashes of light. Deafened him with the roaring of his blood. His hands tightened in her hair. She sucked and he pumped and somewhere between them he lost touch with reality. He never stopped thinking about being gentle but it became far less important to him.
His vision returned, hazy at first. He was clutching Ivy, her dark head resting on his belly, above his spent penis. He wavered on his knees and sank back into the mattress, bringing her with him.
His hearing returned next. The rapid tattoo of his pulse. Ivy’s soft gasps hitting the back of her throat. Wet gasps. Sniffing. Fear pinged in his blood. He had disconnected—had lost control—if only for a moment. He had lacked presence as every one of his senses had turned inward. He had become his need. Had he hurt her? She lifted a shaking hand and pushed her hair away from her face, which he couldn’t see.
“Ivy?” His voice was raspy, his breathing uneven. “Honey, come here.”
He lifted her, turned her face toward him with a hand on her chin.
Her lips were trembling but her eyes were shining with something good—a wicked sense of satisfaction.
“That was amazing,” she said, breathless.
He closed his eyes, pushed his head back on the pillow, and gave thanks.
Chapter Sixteen
Ivy sat beside Jake in the booth. They had already ordered and Jake’s hand rested warmly on her thigh. It was a simple act of possession, actually, but Ivy didn’t mind. She was his. She wanted it no other way. And while the thought was scary, it wasn’t because she was afraid she would lose too much of herself to Jake—she had discovered the opposite to be true. Jake had given her the freedom to explore who