I almost come from the sensation.
"Ivy. Listen to me." His breath is caressing my wetness as I try and focus on his words. "Do not come until I tell you to."
My body reacts. I push myself towards him, longing to find his tongue once again.
"No coming until I say." He thrusts his tongue between my folds. "Understood?"
"Yes. Please," I say without thinking.
He stabs his tongue sharply into me, before pulling it back and tracing a circle around my engorged clitoris. I stumble again from the sensation. He uses the opportunity to turn my body around before his mouth swiftly claims me again.
I look down to see him still fully clothed, his face between my legs. I wrap my hand through his hair, pushing him further into my wetness.
I feel his finger near my entrance as I work to control my arousal. I'm so wet, so open, so wanting. I've never felt so utterly exposed before, yet nothing could have made me stop.
He runs his finger once over my clit before gently sliding it into me. I gasp as he immediately hones in on my most intimate spot. His tongue skilfully works my clit, tenderly running circles over it, the pressure changing from soft to more direct before he pulls it into his mouth sucking on it.
My hips start to move involuntarily, keeping pace with his finger. He slides another in and I'm immediately assaulted with an image of his cock. I want to come, but more than that I want to feel him inside of me, stretching me, pulling at my arousal.
"Jax..." My voice turns into a low moan as he pushes harder on my clit. "Fuck me, please."
His groan vibrates through my folds entering me just as his fingers have.
"I'm so close." I push his face harder into me, wanting him to let me come.
He slows the pace. His movements suggesting it's not time yet.
I pull on his hair, willing him to suck on my clit harder. "Let me come." I know my voice sounds impatient. It's a clear reflection of what my body is feeling.
He stands swiftly. I work to catch my breath before feeling his moist lips crush mine. I taste him
and my arousal and I immediately feel myself moving towards the brink of orgasm again.
"I want you," I moan into his mouth.
"You want me to fuck you," he says as he pulls on my bottom lip with his teeth again.
"Please." I press my body into his.
In one fluid movement he reaches down, pulling my thighs around him before his hands slide to cup my ass. The index finger of his left hand finds my clit as I wrap my legs around his waist. I move my body slightly back and forth enjoying the pressure of his finger.
He kisses me hard before turning and walking down the hallway.
He lowers me onto the bed, his eyes running over my exposed skin. He pushes his suit jacket from his shoulders before undoing the buckle of his belt. I stare as he reaches into his slacks pocket to reveal a small foil packet.
"Touch yourself for me." I stare at his lips as I watch him reach for my hand guiding it to my still aching clit.
I follow his instructions, gently running my fingers in slow circles. I feel myself inching close to the edge yet again. "It feels so nice." I'm breathless and wanting.
"That's the way, Ivy." He catches my glance as he unbuttons his slacks. I watch him pull the edge of the packet open with his teeth before releasing the condom. My eyes are glued to his knowing that I'll soon feel him completely inside of me.
He kneels on the bed, still almost fully dressed, sweat forming on his upper lip. I gasp when I feel the tip of his cock touch my clit. I move my hands to his shoulders trying to pull him closer towards me.
"Not now. Not yet," he says again.
I whine with disappointment.
"Take the pleasure I give you," he whispers as he reaches forward to brush his lips against mine. With that I feel the tip of his cock skim my clit.