Holding my hand out to her, I help her stand, watching her turn to show me the backside of her outfit. I groan seeing the crisscross of the ties along her back down to the barely-there scrap of material covering her pussy.
“Sit.” Her words are firm, commanding, pointing to the chair sitting in the middle of my room. I had been so focused on her, I hadn’t even noticed it until she pointed it out.
Pulling my shirt over my head, I toss it behind me, not bothering to pay attention to where it lands.
She steps behind me, holding out a scarf in her hand. It takes me a second, but when the smell of coconut hits my nose, I realize it’s the wrap she wore at the beach. Using it to cover my eyes, I’m bathed in darkness. Grabbing each of my hands, she moves them, forcing them to grip the edge of the seat.
“Don’t move your hands, or I stop. Understand?”
I want to press timeout, ask her if she’s okay, if we’re okay, but the moment her mouth trails along the column of my neck, all rational thoughts are out the window.
Her hands are on my waist, unbuttoning my pants, guiding them down around my ankles.
It’s quiet for a moment, hearing a subtle click in the distance before music begins playing, soft at first until the volume is turned up louder. My body settles into the chair, my fingers clenching the hardwood in anticipation.
I feel something warm and wet dripping on my thighs before her hands glide over me, massaging the warm oil into my skin, starting near my knee, traveling up my leg. She continues to rub her fingers, tracing a line hovering dangerously close to my aching cock before sliding back down again. Each time she gets closer and closer to touching me. Just when I think she may put me out of my misery, her hand begins to travel away from where I want her.
“Fuck, baby,” I moan, “I want to feel your mouth on me so damn bad.”
She doesn’t respond, doesn’t make a move to wrap her hand around my dick. She just continues to massage the warm liquid into my thighs, over my abs, and into my chest.
She trails her fingers back down my stomach, brushing over the tip of my cock. I bite down on my lower lip, the subtle touch of her hand on me turns me on more. My leg begins to bounce, my stomach clenching with need.
As if reading my mind, her hand wraps around the base of my cock, tight, as she pumps.
“Ahhhh, fuck,” I mutter, thrusting my hips up into her touch. Her hands are warm, sliding over me with ease as she pumps. “Fuck, fuck. Baby, your hand feels so fucking good,” I groan.
Her hand alternates between moving slow over the tip, before tightening and jerking me harder. I’m on the brink, feeling like my orgasm is within reach, when her hand lets go, leaving me forcing a heavy breath.
I wish I could see her, touch her. I want to feel her skin and kiss her lips.
“I want to feel you so damn bad,” I moan again.
“Where?”
“Everywhere.”
“You’re going to have to be more specific if you want me to continue.”
“I want to feel your pussy wrapped around me, squeezing me like a fucking vise. I want your mouth on mine and your arms around my neck. I want to feel you milking me until we both cum. Is that fucking good enough? Get on top of me. Right. Now.”
She doesn’t say anything, as I feel her skin brush against my leg, her warm hands grab onto my shoulders. I don’t know what I thought she was doing, but when I feel her pussy lower onto me, my eyes damn near roll into the back of my head.
“Kiss me,” I moan, wanting to feel her lips on mine.
Her hands grip the base of my neck, squeezing as her lips trace the line of my jaw. Her legs are sitting on the outside of my thighs as she rides me hard and fast.
Her hips grind against me, and the urge to reach out and hold her against me is at war within me.
As much as I want to let her take over and call the shots taking her pleasure, I also can’t deny how bad I wish I could hold her and make love to her slowly.
“Ivy,” I groan, reaching out to slide my hands over her thighs, helping guide her movements. She stops for a moment before she continues. All bets are off now. Reaching one hand up, I rip the wrap off my head.
Her head is thrown back as I ravage her chest. She’s still dressed in her lingerie. Pulling her top down, I grab her breast in my hand, taking her nipple in my mouth, sucking hard.
“Oh, God.” She snakes her arms around my neck while she continues to ride me. Grabbing her by her thighs, I lift her into my arms, tightening her legs around my waist, carrying her over to the bed.
Setting her down on the edge, I carefully slide off her heels, letting them fall on the floor as I pull her nightie over her head. I follow her as she climbs up the bed. Moving her leg over my shoulder, I line my dick up with her center, brushing the tip over her pussy.