"My pleasure?" I stand frozen in place, not wanting to lose the sensation of his breath on my neck.
"You wanted me in the shower last night."
I don't respond. What could I possibly say? I can't deny that I wanted him then and that I've wanted him ever since I turned around at the gallery and was consumed by his very presence.
His lips move from my ear to my neck. Light kisses combined with the sensation of his teeth nipping at my sensitive skin. A moan builds deep within me and softly escapes.
"That's right, beautiful. You know you belong to me."
I reach for his hair, needing and wanting to feel his lips on mine. I pull his head up and push my lips into his. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth, gently coaxing mine to join his in a slow, circular dance. He bites my bottom lip, causing me to pull back slightly.
"You're going to learn never to refuse what I want," he growls.
He steps back. His hands grip my shoulders as he turns me abruptly around.
I whimper. "Please."
"Please what?" His breath is on my neck again as I feel his hands deftly undoing the zipper at the back of my dress.
"Please let me touch you."
"Not now. Not yet." He pushes the dress to the floor. His hand tracing a path down my bare back to the edge of the white lace panties I'd found in the bag he brought me earlier. "Put your hands on the wall. Lean forward."
I feel exposed and aroused, certain that soon he'll discover how wet I've become just from the anticipation of his touch.
There's brief movement behind me and I realize he's on his knees.
"Your body is amazing," he says quietly.
I jump slightly at the touch of his lips on my lower back. His tongue makes contact with my skin, forming small circles.
"Last night, after I put you to bed," he stops as he runs his tongue over the white lace of the panties, "I couldn't stop thinking about how you would taste."
I moan again as his tongue runs back up the panties to the bottom of my back.
"It's such a shame."
I feel him pull back slightly, disappointment immediately washing over me. "A shame?" I manage to say as I glance down and over my shoulder.
"They're so pretty," he says as he looks up into my eyes. At that moment I feel his hands grab the thin material at the sides as he rips the panties off my body.
I stumble. His hands steady me as he gently nudges my feet farther apart making me feel even more exposed.
"You're so perfect. So smooth." His hands pull my buttocks apart as his tongue traces a long, pointed line up my cleft.
I almost come from the sensation.
"Ivy. Listen to me." His breath is caressing my wetness as I try and focus on his words. "Do not come until I tell you to."
My body reacts. I push myself towards him, longing to find his tongue once again.
"No coming until I say." He thrusts his tongue between my folds. "Understood?"
"Yes. Please," I say without thinking.
He stabs his tongue sharply into me, before pulling it back and tracing a circle around my engorged clitoris. I stumble again from the sensation. He uses the opportunity to turn my body around before his mouth swiftly claims me again.
I look down to see him still fully clothed, his face between my legs. I wrap my hand through his hair, pushing him further into my wetness.
I feel his finger near my entrance as I work to control my arousal. I'm so wet, so open, so wanting. I've never felt so utterly exposed before, yet nothing could have made me stop.
He runs his finger once over my clit before gently sliding it into me. I gasp as he immediately hones in on my most intimate spot. His tongue skilfully works my clit, tenderly running circles over it, the pressure changing from soft to more direct before he pulls it into his mouth sucking on it.
My hips start to move involuntarily, keeping pace with his finger. He slides another in and I'm immediately assaulted with an image of his cock. I want to come, but more than that I want to feel him inside of me, stretching me, pulling at my arousal.
"Jax..." My voice turns into a low moan as he pushes harder on my clit. "Fuck me, please."
His groan vibrates through my folds entering me just as his fingers have.
"I'm so close." I push his face harder into me, wanting him to let me come.
He slows the pace. His movements suggesting it's not time yet.
I pull on his hair, willing him to suck on my clit harder. "Let me come." I know my voice sounds impatient. It's a clear reflection of what my body is feeling.
He stands swiftly. I work to catch my breath before feeling his moist lips crush mine. I taste him and my arousal and I immediately feel myself moving towards the brink of orgasm again.
"I want you," I moan into his mouth.