21. Ivy #2
The heat radiating from his body draws me closer, and he dips his head fully and captures my mouth in a soul-searing kiss that steals any other thoughts and my ability to think about anything but it and him .
A moan vibrates in my chest, and his tongue skims across the seam of my lips, demanding entry. I open for him willingly, shifting more toward him on the bench as his free hand comes to rest on my exposed thigh below the hem of my dress.
Sizzling need races through my blood from where our skin touches and centers straight at my core.
Throbbing.
Pulsating.
Burning.
I try to clench my legs together against that embarrassingly persistent ache, but he pulls away from the kiss and glances down to where his hand rests.
Oh, God, he felt that…
And now I want to crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment.
But a low groan rumbles in his throat, his fingers flexing into my flesh. “You are walking temptation, Ivy.” He uses his hold on my chin to tilt my head slightly, examining me in a way that makes me feel utterly exposed. “Do you know that? What a walking sin you are?”
Fuck.
My thighs tighten before I can stop them, his fingers responding by digging deeper into my heated flesh.
I shake my head, struggling to find the breath to fill my lungs as he holds my gaze. “No.”
His hand skims farther up my thigh, light callouses on his fingertips running along my skin and raising goosebumps in their wake. “I would love nothing more than to drop to my knees and make you come on my tongue right here, right now, so I can finally taste you…”
I shudder at his words, my clit throbbing even harder, my pussy embarrassingly wet without him even touching me.
Drew’s gaze flicks to the back door of the house. “But I don’t know how long we have until company appears.” He slides his hand down from my chin to wrap lightly around my throat, his thumb brushing across my thundering pulse. “And I don’t want anyone seeing you like that but me.”
Hell…
This side of Drew is something else.
Reckless.
Possessive.
Fucking hot.
I shiver again.
His brow furrows. “Are you cold?”
I shake my head because I am anything but cold.
My entire body feels like it’s on fire.
Flames lick between my legs and up through me, a blaze that feels like it might burn me away completely if it isn’t somehow doused.
The corner of his lips twitches into a devious grin. He tips his head and kisses the side of my mouth, across my cheek and to my ear, thumb still stroking the column of my neck. “How about I warm you up?”
Oh, God.
I squeeze my legs together, but all it does is press his hand tighter against my tense thigh, giving him confirmation of exactly what I want.
He chuckles low next to my ear, kissing me there, his hand grazing upward slowly until it reaches the soft, lacy thong I wore tonight. His fingers brush across the damp material, and I jerk in his hold.
“You tell me if you want me to stop, Ivy.” His voice dips low, filled with so much tension that it matches my body perfectly. “I will…no matter how badly I want to see you come right now.”
I slide my hand over his on my neck and shake my head. “No, I don’t want you to stop.”
He seems to hesitate—only for a few seconds—but it’s there as he searches my face. But whatever thought or worry gave him pause evaporates just as quickly, and he tugs the already wet fabric to the side and slips his fingers along my slick core.
I gasp at his touch, my thighs tightening around his hand, and he issues another low groan of approval.
“Fucking hell, Ivy.” He dips his lips against my ear, nipping at it lightly. “You’re so fucking wet .”
I nod, all my earlier embarrassment washing away with the brush of his skilled fingers. They move over my core gently, tentatively, an exploration of the slick folds that leaves me panting.
His mouth moves back to mine, and he uses his hand around my neck to tilt my head how he wants it.
“I’m going to make you come, Ivy, and when your pussy clenches down around my fingers, I want you to know that I wish it was my cock, and that I will give you anything you want, anytime, anywhere. Always.”
The promise rolls over me like waves on the shore, melting away the last of my inhibitions and any reservations or questions I had about this man.
I whimper and nod as his fingers slowly sink into me.
He catches my gasp with another soul-searing kiss, one that ignites every nerve-ending in my body and sends my head spinning. I clutch at the front of his shirt, pulling the crisp, black fabric between my fingers as his delve into me and his tongue probes along mine.
His thumb slips up over my clit, and I jerk in his hold, my dress barely covering what he’s doing to me. If anyone were to walk out of the house right now, were to really search and look into this dark corner of the yard beneath the willow, they would see exactly what he’s doing.
It should give me pause, yet somehow, the thought that we might be caught makes me even hotter, makes the warm rush of arousal even thicker, and I shift, spreading my thighs to give him better access.
He moans his approval, devouring my tongue and my lips like he’s trying to steal each breath and memorize every piece of me. Even though we’ve spent the last few weeks exchanging heated goodnight kisses, a shared attraction that was on the edge of exploding, tonight is so different, so unexpected.
Drew is so needy , almost feral in the way he works me over.
Maybe it’s the party, or the drinks he had. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m in this dress. Or maybe it’s the weeks that have built up to this. Because we both knew where it was heading, that we’d end up tangled up in each other.
It was only a matter of time.
I just didn’t expect it to come to a head sitting on a bench in his mother’s garden while a party raves inside.
His fingers curl into that perfect spot inside me as he continues to probe and drag them along my inner wall while his thumb spirals around my clit in loose circles that make blood rush in my ears and my limbs tingle.
I drag my mouth away, gasping, desperate for oxygen, for more friction, for more everything .
“Drew, please…”
I whimper in the most unattractive, despondent sound I think I’ve ever made, and his hand stills for a second, fingers embedded deep inside me.
He searches my face, eyes raking over every inch of me and finally focusing on my parted lips.
A storm rages in his eyes, swirling hot and dark, and he redoubles his effort, pumping into me harder, rolling his thumb faster until my orgasm starts to build.
Heat flaring.
Flames rippling.
Ecstasy stacking higher and higher and higher until my body is coiled so tightly and ready to fly that if I don’t come soon, my heart may lose its ability to keep pumping in time with the throbbing between my legs.
He captures my mouth again and kisses me hard. Deep. The kind of kiss that’s intended to claim me. And I want to let him.
I groan and tighten my grip on his shirt, my hips rolling against his hand as he continues to fuck me mindlessly with his fingers until I finally reach that pinnacle I’ve been racing toward.
My sharp cry slips from my lips, but he catches the sound, swallowing it as I jerk in his hold, my pussy pulsing and clenching around his fingers as he keeps rolling his thumb across my clit and dragging out my orgasm.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you come, Ivy.”
His ministrations continue, expertly playing over me until I finally collapse, sagging forward against him, dropping my forehead to his chest as I struggle to find my breath and thoughts through the fog overtaking my head.
Drew stills his hand between my legs, but he doesn’t pull his fingers free.
He holds me like this for a few moments, his hand cupping my neck as my pussy flutters along his fingers with the final aftershocks of my release.
My eyes flutter open to find his hard cock straining under front of his jeans.
I stare down at it, clenching around him, wanting exactly what he said he did earlier.
For him to be inside me.
To feel that kind of fullness and passion.
He gently drags my face back with his hold on my neck and kisses me softly, almost reverently, as he draws his fingers from my pussy and adjusts my dress into place.
When he starts to pull back, I continue to clutch his shirt, not ready to lose his heat or the feeling of him pressed against me. But he doesn’t go far, just enough to slip his hand up between us and slide his glistening fingers into his mouth.
“Fuck, Ivy.” A growl of contentment fills his chest. “I knew you would taste incredible.” He licks them clean, a vision of his tongue doing that to my thighs and between them making me clench again. “But I certainly never expected this .”
I barely manage to breathe, let alone get a word out. “Expect w-what?”
“For you to be so open.” His gaze holds mine. “So giving. ”
“But…I haven’t done anything.”
He nods slowly, brushing his thumb across my thrumming pulse. “You’ve given me the one thing I thought I would never have…”
I tilt my head, trying to figure out what he’s talking about through the lingering haze of lust that seems to be fogging my brain. “I don’t know what you mean.”
He offers me an almost sad smile and kisses me one last time. “Take a second to collect yourself, and I’ll meet you back inside. I have something I have to take care of.”
No.
Don’t go.
It’s stupid to want him to stay.
We can’t remain out on this bench forever.
Eventually, someone else will come out for fresh air or looking for us, and even if he doesn’t still have his hand buried between my thighs, it would be far too obvious something untoward happened out here.
I reluctantly release my death grip on his shirt and nod. “Okay…”
He climbs to his feet, adjusting his hard cock in his jeans, then takes one last lingering look at me before he stalks away, out the way he came through the side gate.