11. sweet dreams
CHAPTER 11
SWEET DREAMS
LINCOLN
I’ve watched her all night, weaving her spell, entrancing more than only me. When she spoke of losing her job, of being lost and seeking adventure, I falsely expected her to shrink tonight. To use the cover of the mask to hide.
But it was the opposite. And I couldn’t look away.
Learning how to get what you want without asking is a skill not many have, and watching Ivy flaunt it effortlessly was quite possibly the hottest thing I’ve seen in a long time.
But nothing compares to the way she’s come apart under my fingers tonight, or the way she’s taking my cock so beautifully right now.
Christ. I could dedicate my life to her lips. Thighs. The swell of her arse. I pull her cheeks apart, watching as I slide in and out of her wet heat.
She pants and whines, sweeter than I had hoped.
Collecting spit on my tongue, I slow down, letting it fall from my lips directly into her crack, where it rolls down from her ass to her pussy. Ivy moans.
I tease my thumb in it, rubbing it into her hole as she pushes back against me, wordlessly begging for more.
She’s fucking perfect.
“Please,” she finally begs.
I abandon my teasing to fuck into her hard; fast, deep strokes that slap and sting and earn every hungry plea for more.
“Yes, that’s it. You feel amazing. Let me give you what you want.”
Her arms are shaking where they hold her up. Sinewy, strong arms, defined by years of dedication. I have no doubt she could knock me out if she wanted, which makes her submission all the sweeter.
Christ, she’s been deprived. It’s a fucking shame. But no more.
By now, I’ve abandoned the game we started, too wrapped up in the reality of her. There’s nothing but her supple skin gripped under my palms, the droplets of sweat collecting along her spine, the sway of her hair as she arches and bucks against me.
“Let go. You don’t have to worry about anything right now. Everything else can wait.”
She doesn’t last long. She’s sensitive and worked up from already coming, and soon she’s pulsing and clenching hard around me, triggering my own release.
Ivy all but collapses when I pull out, falling onto her side with her eyes closed. If she wasn’t still making little whimpers under her breath, I’d swear she was asleep.
Stripping quickly out of my clothes and both of our masks, I gather her up in my arms, kissing the sweat off her shoulder as I deposit her in her bed.
“Do you need anything?” I whisper.
The shake of her head is slow with exhaustion, and I know in that moment I’m going to stay. I don’t want to leave her with answers she won’t remember in the morning or the fear that she isn’t wanted.
So I slip under the covers, wrapping her up tight, and follow her into sleep.
I thought tonight would be enough.
Just a taste to soothe the ache of another lonely year.
But as she clenches and comes again, crying loud enough that the neighbors are likely waking up to the show, I know once could never be enough.