Page 38 of Touchdown
My hold on her tightened, and my voice dropped to a rough rasp against her ear. “Feel what you do to me, Sunshine. My cock’s been hard since the second I saw you.”
She trembled, her forehead resting against mine. Her lashes fluttered as her hips rocked instinctively, her body already chasing the friction like she couldn’t help it.
“That’s it.” My hold on her hips tightened, my fingers digging deep enough to bruise. I moved her exactly how I wanted her. Up and down, slow enough to make her shiver. “This is mine, Sunshine. All of it. You move how I say, come when I say, and no one touches you but me.”
Her mouth opened like she wanted to speak, but forgot how. Her breath caught in her throat instead.
I didn’t look away, and her eyes stayed locked on mine. I wanted her to see how gone I was for her. How nothing and no one else existed for me. Not the past. Not the future. Just this moment. Justher.
She rolled her hips again, slower this time. Her lips parted on a soft, involuntary moan that just about finished me. Then she bit her lip, stifling another sound of pleasure.
“Don’t you dare hold back,” I growled as I grabbed a fistful of her sweater at the small of her back and held her flush against me. “I want to hear the way I make you feel with every moan, whimper, and fucking scream.”
She nodded and moved harder. Her thighs tightened, and her hips rocked in a dirty rhythm that sent blood roaring through every inch of my body. My cock throbbed beneath her, straining against the layers between us. Aching for the heat I could already feel.
She wasn’t just wet. She wasdrenched.
“So needy already,” I grunted. “My sweet little sunshine’s filthy under all that softness, huh?”
I caught her mouth again in a rough and dirty kiss. My tongue swept in, and I felt her moan skitter down my spine. Her nails scraped the back of my neck, and her chest pressed even closer.
That was it. I needed more.
My hands slid up her back and under the hem of that sweater I already hated for covering her up. I wanted skin and heat. To feel her arch into my touch.
My fingers found bare skin and traced the curve of her spine and the dip of her waist. Then my palms skimmed up ribs and touched nothing but warm, silky skin.
Son of a bitch. She wasn’t wearing a damn bra.
Ivy gasped when I yanked the sweater over her head and cupped her breasts, my thumbs brushing over the pebbled peaks. Then I pulled my mouth from hers, dropped my head, and licked a slow line from her throat to the swell of her breast. My thumbs circled again, firmer now, and she whimpered. It was a broken, needy sound that had my cock kicking hard in my jeans and nearly undid me completely.
“Fuck,” I breathed against her skin. “These tits are perfect.”
Her fingers threaded into my hair when I sucked her nipple into my mouth and used my tongue to torment the tight little bud until her hips started rolling again.
“You like that, Sunshine? Like my hands on your tits while you ride my cock like this?”
“Yes,” she whispered, the mix of sultry and innocent in her voice causing my cock to weep.
I switched to the other breast, biting gently, then soothing with my tongue before my hands dropped to her hips. Gripping tightly, I rolled her down on my cock again, hard enough to make her cry out.
“That’s it.” I dragged my mouth back up her throat and bit the edge of her jaw before pulling her ear between my teeth. “Ride me, Sunshine. Soak me through. You feel that cock under you? That’s yours. All yours.”
She moved faster now, her hips rolling in little desperate circles, the friction driving her straight to the edge. My cockthrobbed with every grind, dying for relief but loving every second of her falling apart on top of me.
“I need—” she gasped, her voice catching.
“More?” I rasped, lips brushing her ear. “I’ll give you everything, baby. You just keep moving those hips and let me feel it.”
Her movements became wilder, and it nearly broke me.
I slid my hands down her sides and hooked my thumbs into her waistband, tugging her jeans loose. She lifted her hips without hesitation, and I peeled the denim down and pushed her panties to the side, just enough to expose what I wanted. What was mine.
Heat spilled against my fingertips the second I touched her. She was fucking soaked.
I dragged my finger through her folds until she gasped my name. Her thighs trembled, and she clutched at my shoulders like she couldn’t steady herself. Then I brought my finger to my mouth, sucked it clean, tasting her on my tongue and humming low in my throat.
She pressed herself harder against my hand, and her nails dug into my shoulder. Her thighs pressed in, chasing every inch of contact.
