you can and let the energy build.”
Slowly, Ivy slid to her knees on the thick carpet of moss, kissing her way down the cobbled ridges of his belly, looking up to catch his glowing gaze as her breath washed across the flared head of his shaft.
There was a savage light burning in his eyes, need and hunger warring with adoration. Ivy rubbed her cheek up and down the thick, pulsing stalk, feeling the pump of blood, the heat radiating from his skin.
She felt magic all around her, but it was her own feminine power that made her body tingle and throb when the breath heaved out of him at the first swipe of her tongue along the silky soft, engorged flesh.
He filled her mouth and stretched her lips wide, thick and heavy, hard and hot. So very hot. Electricity sizzled through her, the hunger driving her to suck and lave at him, to worship him with her mouth.
Uriah hissed and groaned, the muscles in his thighs hard as granite, trembling while he fought to hold still. She could taste him getting closer, the droplets of pre-come salty on her tongue. He said her name in warning, panting now, struggling. Ivy released him with one last lick, urging him to catch his breath.
“Lie down for me.”
He obeyed, feeding her a ragged groan when she threw a leg over his waist, leaning forward to touch her lips to his. Ivy cradled his jaw in one hand, feeling the muscles in his throat flexing as they devoured one another.
His hands roamed her body, gripping tight on her backside, pushing up along her back to fist in her hair, his hips bucking as she lowered herself down to catch his cock between her legs.
She rocked her hips, coating his shaft with her arousal, doing a little bit of moaning herself to feel how he split her delicate lips apart, the thick vein pulsing along the underside of his shaft stimulating her most intimate flesh.
It was exquisite torture, using his body to rouse herself even further, tilting her pelvis to make sure her clit got plenty of friction, and when she slid up high enough for him to kiss her opening, Ivy didn't hesitate to push back and take him deep, all the way to the hilt in one glorious glide.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Ivy sat up with a toss of her head, her golden hair exploding free of the knot she'd put it up in. It spilled down her back to tickle his thighs, framing her body in a wild cape of gold.
Her nails pricked at his chest, her pussy clamping around him so tight he saw stars, the silky wet walls of her channel milking and rippling as she pushed the final few inches down.
When she started to rock, Uriah swelled, thicker and larger than he ever remembered himself being.
As she rode slowly, Ivy drew her hands down his chest, across his belly, and down to where she was impaled upon him. Her fingertips skimmed the base of his cock where it split her so very wide, and moved upward to circle her clit before continuing up her inner thighs.
He watched, completely entranced, feeling as though she pulled his soul out of his body and into herself.
Ivy curved her hands over the backs of his, where he so tightly gripped her hips. He struggled not to lift her up and slam her down over him again and again until he selfishly found relief. To wait. To hold on until she gave the word.
Up she stroked, over her belly, her chest, cupping her breasts. She lingered there a moment, grinding down, twisting her hips in tight circles while she plucked at her nipples. Her skin shimmered in the fading light, literally glowing.
Captivated by her, Uriah watched in absolute awe as she released her breasts to move her palms up over her collar bones, up her throat, her cheeks, her brow, and reached overhead with both hands, up toward the stars.
Her breath came in ragged gasps as she quickened her pace, the pleasure overtaking her, the strong muscles in her thighs bunching as she rode up and down with exquisite purpose, building something between them that left him unsure whether or not he would survive the experience.
Pleasure pulsed through every cell in his body, the piercing ecstasy building and gathering, the pressure intensifying to the point where he expected to see lightning streak away from them.
Uriah hung on by a thread; his muscles clenched hard against giving in