Chapter 14 #2
"Mae's with Diana," Ivy murmured against his chest.
"She is."
"Rachel said she'd keep an eye on them for a few hours. Something about teaching them to make friendship bracelets."
"That's generous of her."
"Very generous." Ivy's hands slid down his back, hooking into the waistband of his jeans. "Almost like she knew we might need some time alone."
Splinter's body responded immediately, heat pooling low in his belly. "What did you have in mind?"
"I was thinking we could go back to our room." Her fingers traced along his waistband, dipping just beneath the fabric. "And you could show me what morning sex feels like when we're not recovering from someone trying to kill us."
"That's a very specific request."
"I'm a very specific woman." She pulled back to look at him, and the heat in her eyes made his cock twitch. "I want lazy. I want slow. I want you to take your time with me because we actually have time to take."
"I think I can manage that."
They barely made it through the door before he had her pressed against the wall.
Not rough—not like the desperate collision after the diner assault—but thorough. His mouth found hers in a kiss that started slow and built steadily, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips until she opened for him with a sigh.
"Thought you wanted lazy," he murmured against her mouth.
"I want you." She pulled at his shirt. "However I can get you."
He stepped back just long enough to strip off his shirt, then reached for hers. They undressed each other piece by piece—no urgency, no desperation, just the slow revelation of skin they'd already memorized but never tired of seeing.
"Bed," he said when they were both bare.
"Bossy."
"You love it."
He walked her backward until her knees hit the mattress, then lowered her gently onto the sheets. Morning sunlight streamed through the window, painting her body in gold. He stood at the edge of the bed, drinking in the sight of her.
"What?" she asked, suddenly self-conscious.
"Just looking." He knelt on the mattress, crawling over her slowly. "Just appreciating."
"Well, appreciate faster. I need you to touch me."
He touched her.
His hands mapped her body with lazy thoroughness—the curve of her shoulders, the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist. He learned her all over again, as if this was their first time, as if he hadn't already memorized every inch of her.
"Arlo..." Her voice was breathy, needy.
"I've got you." He lowered his mouth to her collarbone, kissing his way down. "We've got all morning. Let me take my time."
He worshipped her with his mouth.
Her breasts first—sucking one nipple to a hard peak while his fingers rolled the other, switching sides until she was squirming beneath him. Then lower, tracing the lines of her ribs with his tongue, dipping into her navel just to feel her shiver.
By the time he reached her hips, she was trembling.
"Please," she whispered. "I need—"
"I know what you need."
He settled between her thighs and looked up at her, making sure she was watching when he lowered his mouth to her cunt.
He licked her slowly.
Long, lazy strokes of his tongue from her entrance to her clit, savoring her taste, taking his time. This wasn't about making her come as fast as possible—it was about building her pleasure layer by layer, until she couldn't think about anything but the sensation of his mouth on her.
"That's it." He spread her folds with his thumbs, exposing her fully. "Just relax. Let me take care of you."
He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. Then he backed off, returning to those long, slow licks that covered every inch of her sex.
"You're teasing me," she accused.
"I'm savoring you." He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh. "There's a difference."
"The difference is I'm going to lose my mind."
"That's the plan."
He returned to her clit, this time with more intention. His tongue flicked against the swollen bud in a steady rhythm while he slid one finger inside her, then two. She was soaking wet, her arousal coating his fingers and dripping down to the sheets.
"More," she begged. "Please, Arlo, I need more—"
He added a third finger, stretching her, filling her, curling against her front wall to find the spot that made her scream. His mouth sealed over her clit and sucked, and she shattered.
"Yes—oh God—don't stop—"
He didn't stop. He worked her through the orgasm, his fingers still pumping, his tongue still circling, until she was pushing at his head and gasping that it was too much.
"One," he said, crawling up her body. "How many more do you think you have in you?"
"Arlo—"
"Answer the question."
"I don't—maybe—God, I don't know—"
"Let's find out."
He kissed her, letting her taste herself on his lips, while his cock nudged against her entrance.
She was so wet that he slid in with one smooth stroke, burying himself to the hilt. They both groaned at the sensation—the perfect fit, the stretch and fullness that felt like coming home.
"Every time," he said, holding himself still inside her. "Every time feels like the first time. Like I can't believe I get to have this."
"You have it." She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. "You have me. Always."
He began to move.
Slow, deep strokes that let her feel every inch of him. There was no rush—Mae was occupied, the morning stretched out before them, and he intended to make every minute count. He watched her face as he fucked her, cataloging every expression, every gasp, every flutter of her lashes.
"Feel good?" he asked.
"So good." Her hands roamed his back, nails scratching lightly. "You always feel so good."
"Only for you." He shifted his angle, hitting a spot that made her moan. "No one else has ever made me feel like this. No one else ever will."
"Promise?"
"I swear it."
He picked up the pace gradually, building the rhythm in increments. Ivy met him thrust for thrust, her hips rolling to match his, her cunt clenching around him in ways that tested his control.
"I love you," she gasped. "I love you so much—"
"Love you too." He dropped his forehead to hers, breathing her air. "More than I knew I was capable of. More than I have words for."
"Show me."