Ivy’s POV
My core throbbed as he whispered in my ears. I could feel the wetness in my panties. My whole body had been tightly wound up; it had been so long since I felt pleasure. Without the alcohol, my body still felt the aching need for his touch, the need that made me desperate. I wanted to tear off all our clothes until our bodies were naked and touching, and I could feel his c**k inside of me, filling me up.
He leaned back on the bed so he could gawk at me, slowly taking in everything.
“Look at me,” he whispered in a deep voice when I tried to look away.
I did as he asked and looked into those beautiful eyes. Those eyes that spoke volumes long before he opened his mouth and uttered the words, “I want to worship you, Ivy...”
Jolts of pleasure traveled all over my body, desire wash
