Lust(42)

"I can't, Cade. I know what you're doing. I know you only want to see it  because you're curious and I can't bear that. I don't want you to look  at me out of curiosity. Please don't do that." The way her voice broke  as she begged me not to look at her tore through me and left me raw.

I kissed her neck before pulling back to look in her eyes. "I only want  to worship you, Ivy. That's it. I will admit, there is a level of  curiosity, a deep need to know you're okay. But that's not what is  driving me to see you. I want to touch you, taste you. All of you. I  just need to. You came to me for a reason-because you want to fix this  part of you. You've come this far, let me take you all the way." I felt  like an ass for using her need to be healed as a way to be with her in a  way I've never been before, but I couldn't think of anything else. I  couldn't tell her it was selfish, and that I needed it to heal myself as  much as I needed to heal her.

"I don't know … " she whispered, and I could tell she was on the verge of giving in.

"I need you, Ivy. I need you more than I've ever needed anything or  anyone. More than air to breathe," I confessed as my lips traveled down  her neck, stopping just shy of her breasts. "Tell me to stop and I will,  I swear it. Just let me try to comfort you, please."

She didn't say yes, but she also didn't say no. Her breathing picked up  as soon as I continued my trail down the front of her body, laying  gentle touches of my lips over her shirt. Once I made it to her stomach,  I felt her suck it in and hold it. I wished she could see herself the  way I saw her-perfect.

I slowly pushed her shirt up to the bottom of her bra, revealing her  bare stomach. My lips danced along her ribcage as I tried to soothe her  with my mouth, touching her lightly with my fingertips just to see the  gooseflesh rise on her skin. My tongue made a hot trail to her  bellybutton and then circled it, nearly feeling her spine with the way  she was sucking her stomach in. I groaned against her skin, needing  more.

I pushed the blanket down and out of the way as I made my way to her  hips and slowly slid her stretchy pants down. I realized then how much I  loved her pants; I didn't have to worry about buckles or buttons or  zippers, they just gave way as if all on their own. And in one move, she  was bared to me …  all of her, and that's when my own breath hitched,  holding still in my chest.         

     



 

"My God," I whispered against the tender flesh of her pubic bone as I lay between her parted thighs.

Ivy tried to close her legs and push my head away. "I told you … "

The realization that she misunderstood my awe gutted me. "No, Ivy.  You're fucking perfect. There is nothing about you that you should be  ashamed of or try to hide. Nothing. You don't need to hide from me."

"I know you see it." The terror in her soft-spoken words sliced through my heart like a razorblade.

She was wrong; I hadn't seen anything. Once I found myself looking at  the part of her that nearly no one else had ever seen, I no longer cared  what was there. I no longer had the curiosity to see her imperfections  because to me, there weren't any-she was imperfectly perfect. All I  wanted to do was look at her beauty, her unbelievable magnificence that  no one else had ever witnessed. And I felt like the luckiest guy in the  world with my face between her legs and her hands in my hair.

"You want to know what I see?" I asked breathlessly, locking eyes with  her. "I see the strongest person alive. I see someone that has no idea  how much courage and strength she possesses. I see complete and utter  beauty that can only be found in you." I kissed her curly hair and took  in a deep breath that was all Ivy and grunted. "The things you fucking  do to me, Ivy Jaymes. I wish you knew. If you knew the way you make me  feel, the way you've completely turned my world inside out, flipped it  on its axis, and filled it with things that have been missing for  hundreds of lifetimes, you might understand half of what I see."

I felt her legs relax around me. They didn't fall open, but they were  released of the tight muscles that were trying to push me away. She was  silently giving me her permission and I didn't waste a moment. I took  one more look at her as she closed her eyes and softly bit down on her  bottom lip. That one single move had me wanting to freeze time and hold  on to that moment forever. But I couldn't do that; I had a pussy to  taste.

I carefully slid my hands beneath her ass and tilted her pelvis so that I  had the perfect angle. The moment her soft, musky scent hit me, I had  to force myself to slow down. I needed her, but I also needed to make it  last-for her and for me. So I slowly slid my relaxed tongue through her  folds until I reached her tight clit, tasting every bit of her as I  nibbled my way slowly up the path. Once I reached her clit and began to  flick it with the tip of my tongue, her legs began to shake vigorously,  tightening around the sides of my head. I lifted my eyes to make sure  her reaction wasn't out of fear and locked eyes with her. She was  watching me, and that egged me on more than anything. Her mouth was  parted and the look in her eyes was sexy as hell, it urged me on.

Without taking my eyes from hers, I ran my tongue from back to front  again, tasting the salty wetness that hadn't been there the first time. I  closed my mouth around her hard clit and sucked, causing her to gasp  and start to close her eyes again. I didn't want her to do that; I  wanted her to look at me the entire time so I quickly pressed a finger  into her warm, wet channel and her eyes popped back open, staring at me.  A sudden fear began to consume her features until I hooked my finger,  bending it at the knuckle until I was scratching her inner wall like an  itch. Her fingers tightened in my hair as she began to rock her pussy  against my face and finger.

I released her clit and mumbled against it, "See what you do to me, Ivy?  Do you see the power you have over me?" I slowed the movement of my  finger to a taunting pace and bit down gently just above her pelvic  bone. "Tell me what you want, Ivy. Tell me what to do. You have all the  control here."

I had never given control to anyone before, other than the attempt I  tried to make with Alyssa, but whether I wanted to or not, Ivy had it  all. She held the cards. The ball was in her court, and that's when I  realized it always had been. Since the very beginning, I would have  given her everything.

I licked her clit slowly and said quietly, "Tell me, Ivy."

"Faster," was all she said, sounding as if she had been holding her breath.

"My tongue or my finger?"

"Both," she moaned, tilting her head back and pressing herself into me more.

"Not until you look at me."

Her head snapped back down as her eyes settled on mine. I had her. I had  all of her, just as she had all of me. And I didn't waste another  second. I added a second finger, feeling her stretch around them, and  began to taunt her swollen g-spot. My mouth latched onto her clit once  more, alternating between sucking and nibbling.         

     



 

It didn't take longer than about fifteen seconds before she was closing  in around my fingers, her body going completely rigid, and a veil of red  coloring flushing her skin. Her eyes fell closed and I allowed it,  knowing she was close to falling over the edge, falling apart on my  tongue.

As soon as I knew she was at her peak and taking the final step off, I  removed my fingers and replaced it with the tip of my tongue, tasting  every ounce of pleasure I had given her. I lapped up everything she gave  me as her wetness increased. Her body began to convulse, her thighs  clenched my head like a vice, and the only sound I could hear was her  heavy panting. I waited until her legs relaxed and her fingers loosened  in my hair before I licked her clean and made my way up her body,  planting heady kisses along the way.

When I reached her face, I looked down into her sated eyes and asked,  "Want to know what heaven tastes like?" I didn't give her time to  answer; Instead, I took her mouth with mine and parted her lips with my  tongue, allowing her to taste herself. Had I given it any thought, I  would have worried that she'd push away, but she didn't.

Ivy Jaymes fucking owned me.





"I need to go home, Cade," Ivy said once her pants were back in place.

I hated those words. I didn't want her to leave-ever. That realization  both frightened and excited me. It frightened me because I didn't know  how to react to it …  I had never felt that way before and I wasn't sure  how to handle it. My initial instinct was to push her away, never let  her get close enough to me to ruin me. But then the realization that  quickly followed that initial instinct was she had already ruined me, so  there was no point in pushing her away. That only left the option of  embracing it. And that is what excited me. After only experiencing  stationary relationships for most of my life, relationships derived of  zero emotion and only comprised of fucking, I finally felt as if I was  going somewhere. It was new and strange, but I didn't care. For the  first time in as long as I could remember, staying in the same place no  longer sounded appealing. Ivy was moving forward and I wanted to move  forward with her. I no longer felt comfortable being complacent.