Page 47 of The Burdens We Share
She scoffs, “Of course I do. You helped my brother with homework that neither myself or my mom would be able to help him with and then you fixed cabinets for my mom. It means a lot to me that you were willing to help them. You didn’t have to do any of that.”
I give her a look as if the reasoning behind my actions should already be obvious, “I did it all for you because they’re important to you which makes them important to me.”
She stares at me suddenly like she can’t see the darkness inside me. She looks at me the way I’d imagine she would’ve looked at the old Dallas. Her eyes sparkle and in this moment I would do anything to thread my fingers through her hair, to press my lips against hers, to explore every inch of her body, to worship her.
Before I can convince myself otherwise, I lean forward andpress my lips against hers, cupping her jaw the way I’ve grown so used to. She kisses me back instantly and melts into me. I reach for her thigh and swing her leg around mine so that she’s straddling me, never breaking our kiss. She lets out a small moan and wraps her arms around my neck. I hold her small waist and let an exploring hand wander down to her ass. She rocks her hips and grinds down on my stiffening length and I only kiss her harder.
Our tongues work in tandem with one another and I realize this kiss is so unlike our first kiss. That kiss was desperate and hungry where this one is more passionate and is forged from a genuine connection we have.
The first time we kissed wasn’t the right time. She was coming down from terror, shaking with fear from her stalker’s ruthless pursuit of her. This time is the right time and I fully intend on savoring every moment. I break the kiss and kiss her jaw, then her neck and she lets out a small moan as she throws her head back. The sound does something to me and I suddenly feel so animalistic.
This is what I’ve been waiting a year for. To have her in my arms like this, to touch her, to be kissing her, and most importantly, for her towantme. I hold both of her legs against my waist and stand with her in my arms and wrapped around my body. I turn us around and slowly lay her down on her childhood bed, settling myself between her legs as I lower myself over her.
I continue kissing her and she rakes her fingers through my hair, ruffling it up. I let my hands explore her body over her jean-clad legs and the black form-fitted t-shirt she wears. I’m so desperate for more of her, that I push her shirt up slowly and reveal a baby-pink lace bra. My cock is so hard it feels like it might snap off. The sight of her as is is breathtaking, but in a lacy bra…I’m a goner. I growl as I palm her breasts throughthe thin material. Her breasts are full and I can feel her nipples in stiff peaks through the fabric. “Fuck, Little Devil. You’re so perfect.”
She smirks, “I love when you call me that.”
That only sets me off and I push her bra up above her breasts and expose them to myself. Her skin has a very bronzed and sun-kissed color to it and her nipples are a soft tan color. I etch them into my memory because I know I’ll most definitely be rubbing one out to the thought of them in the future.
I lower my face and immediately take one into my mouth, lapping at the puckered skin with my tongue. I use my other hand to tease her other nipple which draws another moan from her lips. I laugh around her breast, “Careful, you don’t want your mother to hear. Are you even allowed to have boys in your room?”
She rolls her hips against me, rubbing her core against my length. “Shut up,” she breathes as she starts squirming beneath me.
My little devil is anxious for me to continue playing with her. Who am I to deny her? I continue my ruthless devouring of her breast and when I feel I’ve had enough, I move on to the next. The way her body writhes with pleasure beneath me has fire running through my veins. I didn’t even get that far with her and already she’s so reactive. I can’t wait to see what she does when I have my cock inside her.
I use both of my hands to unbutton and unzip her jeans and when I have them undone, I tug them down and she lifts her hips up to make my life easier. She has a thin scrap of lace in the same baby pink shade covering her pussy and I raise a brow as I look up at her, “Is this even enough fabric to be considered underwear?”
She props herself up on her elbows and frowns, “It’s a g-string.”
I grin at her as I use both hands and tear the scrap in half with no effort. She gasps and looks at me in awe. “Now it’s a no-string.” The act has her bare pussy exposed to me and I even catch sight of her glistening entrance, wet and ready for me.
I’ve seen pussy many times in my life, but never have I seen a pussy quite as perfect as Ivory’s Aslan’s. The skin is so smooth she must get regular waxes or something. My mouth waters as I take in the sight of her, so desperate to taste her and savor her on my tongue. “Are you just gonna stare at my pussy or are-”
I cut her off by dropping my head down, immediately taking her clit in my mouth. I suck it softly just to hear the sound that escapes her lips. She has quite the mouth on her, the little brat. She tries so hard to use that to her advantage against me, but it never works. I always win in the end and I just did again, silencing her with her own pleasure. Ivory will learn that I’m the one in control of her pleasure, her smart mouth, everything. I own all of it.
I lick between her folds and use one finger to trace her entrance as I do. “You’re soaking fucking wet for me, Little Devil. So wet and ready for me.”
The only response I get is a soft cry of pleasure and I take pride in it as I slowly press my finger inside her, licking and sucking her clit while I do. Her body shivers in ecstasy and her back arches. “Oh my God, Dallas.”
I smile against her pussy, “That’s right, Ivory. Say my name while I lick your pussy to remind yourself that I’m the only person that’ll get to have you like this.” The demand is so possessive that for a second I worry it might turn her off, but when she only moans louder and starts saying my name again, I relax, forming a rhythm.
I press a second finger inside her and use my other hand to press down gently on her belly. The act almost unsettles me because I feel her ribs poking out, but I know it’s just becauseshe’s thin. Still, I decrease the pressure on her belly just in case. With the added pressure, her eyes are practically rolling into the back of her head and to make it more intense, I curl my fingers inside her against that very sensitive spot.
My tongue continues lapping at the small bundle of nerves between her folds as my fingers work her and in seconds, I have her back arching as her orgasm reaches her and a cry tearing from her throat. Her body shakes and trembles as her pleasure washes through her and I just lean my head back and admire how beautiful she is when she comes. When her orgasm starts to settle, I watch as her breathing becomes more even and then I withdraw my fingers and suck them into my mouth, savoring her sweet juices on my tongue.
She watches me with wide eyes and when I’m done, I hover over her and crash my lips down on hers. The taste of her pussy is on my lips and tongue and the thought of her getting a taste of herself from me is electrifying. “Do you taste your pussy on my tongue? Do you taste how sweet you are, Little Devil?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Good girl,” I growl softly against her cheek before I kiss the soft flesh.
I bring my lips back to hers and kiss her for what feels like only a few seconds, but must be a few minutes. I want to stay here with her in her childhood bedroom, exploring her past along with her memories, but also that perfect little body of hers, but we have a plane to catch and Selene will have my head if Ivory isn’t where she’s scheduled to be.
There will be plenty more time in the future for me to play with her, to worship her. I have to remind myself of that as I withdraw my lips from hers and slowly lower her bra back over her breasts. She gives me a confused look as I pull her t-shirt down, covering up her torso. “What are you doing?” She asks, confusion on her face.
I push off the bed, standing between her legs. The sight has pictures forming in my mind that I have to force away before we really miss that flight. I reach a hand out to hers and she grabs it as I help lift her into a sitting position, “Getting you dressed. We have a plane to catch.”
The confusion never leaves her eyes, “Wait, what? That’s it?”
