Ivy’s mouth fell open on a gasp, and her nipples pebbled against his chest as Will exerted a bit of pressure on her neck. She clutched at his shoulders, practically turning to liquid in his arms. He delved into her mouth, thoroughly tasting her as she squirmed against him, seemingly desperate to get closer.
He was just as desperate, but he forced himself to lift his head and release her neck.
She whimpered at the removal of his hand.
“We’re not done, love. But we need to sort a few things out first.”
“What’s to sort?” She looked down. “Other than the fact that we’re both still dressed.” She reached for his waistband and popped the button on his jeans before he caught her hand and pinned it to the wall next to her head.
“Not so fast.”
She stared at his fingers wrapped around her wrist, eyes widening.
“Have you ever been restrained?” he asked.
She shook her head, her gaze riveted to where he immobilized her.
Never restrained? His cock jerked against his fly, and he couldn’t stop himself from grinding against her like he was a teenager and they were in a fucking closet again.
“Spanked?” he managed to choke out.
“No.”
Christ. Now, almost more than anything, he wanted to see her rounded arse pinken beneath his hand.
“Submitted to a lover in any way?”
“No,” she said, shaking her head.
“Oh, love,” he breathed. “We’re going to have such fun, you and I.”
Her pupils were huge, the blackness nearly swallowing the smoky irises, and her was breathing erratic. “You could let me touch you. That would be fun.”
He leaned forward and nipped at her lower lip. “You’ll get your chance. But first...” He straightened and forced himself to put a little distance between them.
“First?”
“First, I need you to choose a safeword. Something you’re unlikely to say during sex unless you mean it.”
“Is that really necessary?”
“It is, if you want this to go any further.”
He watched the dreamy arousal fade from her eyes.
“Sometimes, when people are being spanked or flogged, they might cry out ‘no’ or ‘stop’ because the fact that their partner doesn’t stop is part of what gets them off.”
A shiver worked through her body, and her jaw went slightly slack.
“Since you’ve never been spanked...” He swallowed hard. “Or restrained, I want to make sure that, if things get too intense and you need to stop, we both know what your word is.”
She looked away from him for a moment, then glanced back, her lips lifting slightly. “Sportsball.”
“Sportsball?”
She nodded, her eyes gleaming with humor. “Got a problem with that?”
“Nope.” He smothered his laughter and ground his still-hard cock against her. “Have you got a problem using it if you need to?”
Her amusement evaporated, and her brow furrowed. “I guess not. But what happens if I do?”
“We stop and check in with each other. Figure out what you need. Okay?”
She nodded. “Okay.”
He stared down at her, and for a moment, he lost himself in the beauty of her eyes, the lushness of her body, and the pleasure of finally having her in his arms again, after so long.
She moistened her lips, and he followed the motion of her tongue. “I know what I need, now,” she murmured.
“Yeah?”
“I need you to fuck me. Please.”
His hand tightened around the wrist he still held. “I’ve never got off on begging,” he murmured against her ear, scraping the shell with his teeth and loving the resultant shivers that wracked her. “But you might have just changed that.”
She sucked in a shuddering breath.
He lifted his head and held her gaze. “Tell me again.”
“Please fuck me, Will. Please. I need you.”
With his free hand, he slid over the slight swell of her stomach and higher still to squeeze her breast.
“Again.”
She arched into his touch on a moan. “Please fuck me,” she breathed. “I need you to fill me. I need your cock.”
He squeezed, again, and her breath escaped in a hiss.
“I want to see you, this time. Take off your shirt.”
He released her and took a half a step back. It wasn’t much, but she’d be able to undress.
He tugged his own shirt over his head. This time, he’d feel every inch of her naked flesh pressed against him. No hideous bridesmaid dress crushed between them, hiding her body. No tux keeping him from feeling the softness of her skin.
Her hands trembled slightly as she struggled free from her knit top and dropped it on the floor. Her tits were cradled lovingly in a silky navy blue bra, her nipples insistent little buds straining against the fabric.
He cupped the weight of her breasts in both hands, thumbing the taut peaks while she squirmed and sighed beneath his touch. As much as he wanted her stripped bare, he wanted to taste her more. Something else he hadn’t had a chance to do twelve years ago.
Hooking his fingers in the fabric cups, he yanked them down, exposing her. Her nipples tightened further under his gaze. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he muttered as he leaned forward and caught a pebbled tip between his lips. He lashed it with his tongue, loving her strangled cries as she buried her fingers in his hair and pulled him closer still. He sucked hard on the crinkled flesh, his cock spiking at the breathy sounds she made.
Reaching for the waistband of her shorts, he unfastened them and shoved them down her legs, letting her kick the garment the rest of the way off. He dragged his fingertips back up her thighs, startling a squeak from her.
Her nipple slipped from his mouth as he straightened, and her arms fell to her sides. She stood there in mismatched bra and panties, her gorgeous tits hanging out and a wet spot on her underwear more than obvious. He reached out and cupped her cunt, pressing his finger between her lower lips—at least, as far as he could while she was still wearing her knickers.
It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t near enough. Stepping closer, he shoved his hand into her panties, parting her labia as he went. She thrust against his fingers, soaking him as her tight nipples scraped against his chest.
She fumbled with his fly and reached into his briefs and wrapped her hot little fingers around his cock. Sliding down the length of him, she froze halfway down, and he knew what she’d found.
“You’re pierced?” she whispered.
“Is that a deal-breaker?” He’d never once regretted getting the jewelry, but he was worried that he was about to.
“I want to see.” Her gaze lifted to his. “May I?” she asked, seemingly slightly nervous.
He released her and took a step back.
Ivy dropped immediately to her knees and ran her hands over his hips and down his flanks, pushing his clothes down the same path. His cock sprang free, and the damp end grazed her mouth. It was impossible not to groan as he watched her lick his pre-come from her lips.
Her eyes met his briefly before dropping, again, to his groin. He watched as she extended a finger and ran the tip down the underside of his prick. Her breath caught as she skimmed over the three barbell piercings there.
“I won’t ask you if they hurt—that’s a stupid question,” she murmured, still staring at him. “I assume they feel good?”
“In a roundabout way.”
She looked up at him, confusion evident in her expression.
“It tends to feel especially pleasurable to the woman I’m with. And feeling her pussy clench and spasm around my cock while she comes is indescribable.”
Ivy clamped her thighs together on a groan, and ever so slightly, rocked back and forth. Without warning, she leaned forward, and ran her tongue along his dick, skimming over the metal and flesh before swirling around and engulfing the tip.
His head dropped back, and he sighed. His fingers tangled in her hair as he automatically guided her up and down the length of his shaft. But he was too fucking close for this, right now. A few more strokes, and he’d be lost to the heaven of her mouth. He tightened his fingers in her hair and slowed her movement. She whimpered in pleasure, and he added hair pulling to the list of things they’d need to explore.
Tugging her off entirely, he kept his grip on her hair and said, “Condom. Right front pocket.”
She grabbed the packet and tore it open. Withdrawing the rubber, she glanced up at him, and he nodded.
He loved the way she bit her lip as she concentrated on covering his shaft. As soon as she was finished, he hauled her up by the hand in her hair and covered her mouth with his, kissing her almost brutally.
The faintly bitter taste of pre-come was present as he swept into her mouth and pushed her back against the wall again. She reached out to stroke his cock, but he stopped her. It was taking every ounce of control to keep from coming like he had last time they’d been together. She deserved so much more than that.
She wrapped her leg around him and tried to drag him against her. She didn’t take direction well—they’d need to work on that. Releasing his grip on her hair, he caught her around the waist and hoisted her up, pinning her against the wall.
She clutched at his shoulders, and her legs locked around his hips.
He gripped his cock and prodded for her entrance, only to realize that in his impatience to be inside her, he hadn’t made sure her knickers were off. Reaching between them, he grabbed the crotch of her panties and yanked them to the side, smiling against her shoulder as her gasp washed across his neck.
“Oh, god, yes,” she groaned as he set the head of his cock against her opening.