Page 41 of Sins (The Sins Trilogy 1)
“Tasty. Now don’t move.”
I wrap my hand around him, then experiment with how hard to grip, how fast I should move along his shaft and how to touch the cockhead. Every time my fingers bump against the base of the head, his breathing grows rougher. I adore the way he looks now. Pleasure twisting his face, making his features stark and almost feral. There’s a desperate edge to his lust that’s unbelievably erotic and makes me feel powerful. I’m the one who is giving him this… I’m the one he wants, and I can shatter his control.
I cup his balls, scratching them lightly as I pump him in my hand.
He fists the sheet underneath him. “Ivy, you’re killing me.”
“Want me to stop?”
“Then I’ll die sooner.”
“We can’t have that. I love you too much for that.”
Shock pierces through the bliss in his gorgeous green eyes. He swallows, then he says, “Ivy, you shouldn’t—”
“I don’t want to hear any shouldn’ts and don’ts.” Not when I’m holding his cock in my hand and telling him I love him. I tighten my grip and pump harder. His eyes darken until they almost look black. Bracing his feet on the mattress, he drives into my fist. It heats my blood until I feel like it’s my pussy he’s thrusting into.
He keeps his eyes on mine, and I watch the pleasure build in him. I know the moment he climaxes. It isn’t just the semen spurting out and landing on his lean, ridged abs. It’s the way his eyes lose focus and become so open and full of light, like the starry sky on a clear night. I feel like I could lose my soul in their depths.
I’ll carry how he looks this moment in my heart as long as I live.
