Page 39 of Touchdown
“I’m gonna take my time with you.” I licked a slow stripe up the center of her chest before biting gently at the edge of her jaw. “Make sure you feel me long before I’m inside.”
Her jeans were halfway off now, bunched around her thighs, her panties pushed aside, her heat pressed against the heel of my hand. And I was hanging on by a thread.
I slid her pants the rest of the way down, dragging the soaked lace of her panties with them. The fabric clung to her for a second, then gave way with a wet little snap that made my cock kick behind my zipper.
“Can’t wait to have your sweet pussy in my mouth, baby.”
She moaned and rocked against me, her legs trembling with anticipation.
And whatever leash I’d had wrapped around my control snapped.
I caught her around the waist, lifted her like she weighed nothing, and flipped her onto her back on the couch. She landed with a soft gasp, her dark hair fanned out, and her eyes wide and shining up at me.
I dropped to my knees between her legs, grabbed her knees, and shoved them wide. She was flushed dark pink and dripping for me, and the scent of her need shot straight to my cock.
I growled low in my throat, shoved her clothes the rest of the way off, and gripped her thighs tight. Then I went all in—tongue first, no teasing, no buildup.
Justdevouring.
She cried out, her hips jolting up before I locked her down. I shoved her legs up and rested her feet on the couch at her sides, opening her even more and giving me the best fucking view I’d ever had.
“That’s it, Sunshine,” I mumbled against her flesh before sucking on each tender fold. “Take it as I give you.”
And she did. Every flick of my tongue. Each swirl around that swollen little clit made her sob. But she still bucked her pelvis, looking for more.
“Taste so fucking sweet.” I bit the inside of her thigh before diving back in. “I could live between these thighs.”
Her heels dug into the cushions. One hand clawed at the armrest, the other fisted into her own hair, like she was trying to hold herself together but failing miserably. She arched again, and I sucked hard, my tongue rolling over her clit as her whole body trembled under my grip.
“Tell me what you need.” I licked deep, my tongue plunging into her and dragging out more sweet juices. “Tell me who’s making you feel this good.”
“You,” she gasped, her voice shaking. “Saxon, yes!More, please, more?—”
“That’s it. That’s my girl.” I latched on again, licking and sucking with zero mercy. “You gonna come in my mouth, like a good girl?”
Her answer was a scream.
Her back arched off the couch, thighs shaking so hard I had to press down harder to hold her in place. Her cry split the room, raw and hoarse and full of my name.
“Saxon! Oh, Saxon! Yes, yes, yes!”
The words spilled from her in a choked chant, over and over until she shattered.
But I didn’t stop. I licked her through it, drinking every drop until her body collapsed against the cushions like she’d been ravaged from the inside out. Her chest heaved, her arms were limp at her sides, her mouth was parted.
When she opened her eyes again, it was still there. Need. Only hungrier now.
Because I hadn’t given her everything yet.
She needed my cock.
I stood and stripped fast, my cock springing free, flushed and slick at the tip, heavy with need. I scooped her in my arms, her body limp but still clinging to me. Her legs wrapped around me instinctively as I walked her down the hall.
When her hips shifted, I felt the smear of her arousal on my stomach and grinned. “Feel that, Sunshine? Your body knows who I belong to. Marking me, getting me wet and messy with your come.”
I shouldered open her bedroom door, stalked to the bed, and threw the covers back. Then I laid her down in the middle of the mattress and stepped back to let my gaze sweep over my prize.
Ivy looked up at me, her lashes still clumped from her earlier tears, wide lips parted, and glowing like a woman who’d already been worshipped but still wasn’t satisfied.
