Page 95 of Clint & Ivy

IVY

My inner wild childgot me into this room with Clint, but my logical side was why I knew how to give a blowjob. Research wasn’t only for recipes!

Before I could bask in a job well done, Clint yanked up his pants and flipped me on my back. His lips covered mine, silencing my startled gasp. I pressed my hands against his chest.

Clint freed my lips and asked, “What?”

“I want applause for my first blowjob.”

“You’re about to get better than applause,” Clint said and slid his hand under my shirt. His fingers tugged down my bra and slid across my hard nipple. When I gasped, Clint kissed me again and murmured, “Tit for tat, Ivy.”

I had no time to reassess my situation. I loved being in control and making Clint come. Now, though, I was the one about to be exposed and broken into delicious pieces.

Clint kissed my belly in the same way I did his before. I wanted to keep my pants on. I really did, but Clint’s fingers made quick work of my button. He was on his knees and removing my khaki pants. I pushed away his hands when he tried to slide off my panties.

Struggling for a reason to hide, I mumbled, “I’m not rubbing my bare butt against Goldie’s comforter.”

“I already did. She’ll need it washed, either way.”

Clint’s kisses stopped me from using more weak logic against the pleasure he was offering. Yet, I didn’t want to be fully naked.

“You’re going to make this tricky, huh?” Clint asked when I kept him from removing my panties. “Or are you saying no?”

“I’m not saying no. But I’m saying I don’t want to be naked in this room.”

Clint looked around, probably thinking about how his impressive cock had been unburdened in this very room.

“Okay,” he said and kissed me quickly. “Then, we’ll make this tricky.”

I squeaked in surprise when Clint flipped me over to my belly. I wasn’t certain what he had in mind. My research hadn’t prepared me for this event. Clint slid his arm under my belly and lifted my hips. His other hand slid my panties past my thighs.

My mouth opened to complain. Rather than words, I let out a groan of pleasure as his fingers caressed my overheated folds.

I moaned his name. First from the pressure against my clit and then at the feel of his hot breath on my tattoo. He kissed the tender skin on my lower back before his lips trailed downward, giving each butt cheek a wet kiss.

Hiding my face in my hands, I couldn’t think straight. His lips found my pussy. I gripped the blanket and whispered Clint’s name as if afraid to get too loud.

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