Page 60 of Play the Last Card

“Feel good, baby?” I ask again.

“Yes,” Ivy replies breathlessly. “Please keep going.”

I smirk and dive back in.

Whatever my girl wants.

This time as my tongue flicks against her clit and my finger plunges inside her entrance, she isn’t silent.

She moans, and whimpers, and swears. She lifts off the bed and grinds into my face, urging me on. Silently begging me to make her come and to hurry up about it.

I fucking love it.

My cock is practically weeping as I grind my own hips into the bed in time with her.

I suck hard on her clit, fucking her with my fingers. She starts to tremble and pride bursts in my chest. Her legs seize, thighs tightening and I feel her drag a heel up my back. When I glance up, she’s got a hand on one of her own tits, sweatshirt pushed up to expose her soft stomach. Her forefinger and thumb are tugging at her hard nipple.

I don’t stop sucking but I can’t take my eyes off her as she comes on my tongue.

Her eyes closed, her mouth parts in a silent ‘oh’ as she grinds, and writhes, and squirms.

When she explodes, it’s on my tongue and I can’t help but be proud that I made her come like that.

I lick her clean and crawl up the bed.

She blinks at me through her dark lashes, her chest heaving and cheeks red.

“My god, you’re good at that,” she whispers, smiling shyly.

“Thank you,” I chuckle.

I kiss her. She hums into my mouth and I know she can taste herself on my lips. I don’t care. She tastes sweet as hell.

Ivy’s fingers fiddle with my sweatpants. She hooks her fingers and pushes them down, nails scraping against my skin. My cock is finally free. I send the pants to the floor, along with her sweatshirt.

When I lean back over her, taking her mouth again, we’re both naked and pressed up against each other. I can feel every curve now.

“Can I …” she whimpers as I bite down on her lip. She pulls away a little, pushing her hair over her shoulder. “Can I, uh, return the favor?”

God, she’s cute when trying to be sexy. I can tell she’s nervous at the idea. Her fingers wrap around my cock and when they barely meet, I hear the audible gulp of air she takes at the prospect of having my dick in her mouth.

Part of me wants to say yes.

Part of me wants to drag her off the bed and get her on her knees in front of me. Eyes watering, mouth filled, hair in my hands as she lets me fuck her mouth.

But that’s for another time.

The other part of me, the weeping, throbbing, huge part of me needs to get inside her.

“You can.” I stroke her cheek. “But another time. I need to be inside you.”

I trace a path down her neck, and draw two fingers through the valley of her breasts. Moving a thumb over her hard nipples, I play for a while, taking in the silence of nothing but Ivy’s breathing. Eventually, I lower my mouth and suck and I’m delighted to get the same reaction I got when I sucked on her clit.

Ivy arches off the bed, into my mouth, willing and wanting.

She’s so damn reactive.

Her hand still slowly pumps around my cock but when I suck harder on her nipple, she reacts by tugging harder. Twisting her hand a little. Running a thumb lightly over my tip.