Chapter 11
Chapter
Eleven
IVY
Oh, dear God, I’m attacking him.
My mind is screaming at me to stop, but my body is craving things from him I never thought I’d feel naturally. I didn’t think that this level of desire could ever be possible, and I yearn for it.
The loose t-shirt and sweats I put on earlier at his request feel too heavy on my body. They’re in the way and I pull at the fabric so I can get closer to him.
Our tongues dance together as our hands wander.
“Ivy, slow down.” He pulls back from the kiss, trying to reason with me, but the animal inside me that has been awakened wants him naked.
Now.
“NO,” I gasp as I fuse my lips with his again.
This time, it’s him who lets out a growl that rumbles through our bodies. I feel my body leave the floor as he lifts me onto the counter. A moment later, the sound of metal hitting the floor as he sweeps everything out of the way, laying me down on the hard surface.
My shirt is ripped down the center, exposing my breasts, and his mouth trails down my throat to find my nipple stiff and ready for his tongue.
“If I do anything you don’t want -” I push my nipple into his mouth to silence him.
“Just don’t stop,” I gasp as our eyes meet.
I brace myself on my elbows so I can watch him.
His left-hand cups my right breast, playing with my other nipple, while his right-hand grasps the edge of my waistband, dragging it slowly down my left hip.
My ass rises to allow him the room to remove the material, and then I’m naked, just as I wished I was.
But he is not, and that is not alright with me.
“Skull,” I grab his hair, which he keeps in a tight bun on the back of his otherwise bald head, and pull him off my nipple.
His mouth pops off, and his tongue runs the length of his bottom lip as if savoring the most delicious flavor he’s ever tasted.
“Hmm,” he moans as I feel his hand climbing up the inside of my thigh.
“You’re not naked.” I point out as the tips of his fingers find my soaked entrance.
“Aye, lass. I’m not. Nor will I be.” I frown at his words, and he takes advantage of my confusion to drop to his knees and lick right up my center.
“Holy shit,” I gasp. I fall onto my back, the shock weakening my elbows to the point that they can no longer support me.
His groan at my reaction vibrates while he sucks and licks.
I reach above my head for anything to hold on to, something to grasp so that my body doesn’t float away in this cloud of heavenly bliss.
I never dreamed of such pleasure.
My hand finds cool metal, and I grab hold, arching my back as he pushes not one but two fingers inside me, curling them in the most delicious way.
I buck as an orgasm starts, and he pulls those talented digits out.
“Ahh,” I moan out at their loss as he lifts and spreads my thighs wider by wrapping his arms around both.
“Shh, just let go,” his voice is muffled as he speaks with his face in my folds and his tongue still firmly on my clit.
“I, I don’t know how.” The truth burns its way up my throat.
He slows his movements and then stands up. I hide my face and shame behind my palms.
“You’ve never had an orgasm?” The question hangs in the air between us, but I can’t answer it.
“Christ, I’m a bloody fool.” I hear fabric rustle, and then metal hit the floor.
I jump slightly and peek to see his kilt is no longer around his waist. I gasp when I feel something way bigger than his fingers rubbing my clit. My eyes zero in on his cock between my legs, and I swallow hard.
“I need you to trust me.” His words are so soft I barely hear them.
“Ok,” how I’m able to squeak out the simple word is beyond me.
He drags the head of his cock down to my entrance and pushes in slightly before surging his hips up, forcing it out to cause friction over my clit. I grasp the sides of the counter, arching my back and forcing my hips to follow his movements.
“Good, find your rhythm. Close your eyes and just feel. Move however you need to find and chase your pleasure.” My eyelids flutter, and I groan once they’re closed.
Everything feels sharper.
“Empty,” I gasp as he pushes slightly deeper that time before grinding on me.
“I know, Hen,” he hisses as I try to push down harder on him in the next go around.
“Behave, or I’ll stop.” I whimper and open my eyes to find him watching my core.
His eyes are glued to the spot, and it’s almost as if he’s afraid to blink. I lift my right hand, dropping it on my stomach. I trail my hands down until I reach my clit and circle it. When his cock pushes them away with his next stroke, I let them lightly flex on his head.
“Jesus,” his hand hits the counter hard, elbow locking to support his body.
“More, please.” I feel the orgasm coiling low in my belly and reach for it.
He knocks my hand away and replaces it with his thumb. His cock finds my entrance and stays, this time surging in and out, but only the head. I reach above me, finding the steel from before, and hold on tight.
“That’s it,” he praises me as my core starts to spasm.
Endorphins fill my limbs, and I start to shake as I moan through my release. In my euphoria, my hand runs up the metal it grasps, wishing it was his cock.
Then suddenly, I’m being sprayed with cold water and blink in confusion.