He knew her intentions way before she twisted her hair into one thick tail and draped it behind her shoulder. As she lowered her face to his chest he filled his lungs with a hearty amount of air.
The sensation brought on by the initial lap of her warm tongue tracing his navel shot straight to his cock before it reached his brain and he practically heard the loincloth seams rip. As if her mouth gliding to his abdomen wasn’t causing a big enough stir in his pants, he expelled the air, propped himself on his elbows and watched the motion of her mouth. And he couldn’t, wouldn’t, look away even after she licked up every drop.
She caught him off guard when she unlatched the loincloth. With a rough tug she yanked it over his hips and slid it down his legs and off his feet. She poured liquid on his cock and he damn near flew through the roof. Not because of the cool shock but because of her intentions.
Lord have mercy.
Bronto remained propped on his elbows. No way was he going to miss this show. She didn’t touch his cock or his balls with her fingers before she zeroed in on it and licked it from the base to the tip. He sucked in more air. And when she completely took the head into her mouth his ass jerked off the ground.
“Jesus, Ivy,” he growled.
He’d obviously inspired her to continue because she took as much as she could, sucking gently as it slid to her throat. The warmth and softness and moisture was nearly his undoing and he prayed she’d do something wrong to lower his level of excitement. Something had to or it was going to be a quick break and long afternoon. But it appeared everything she was doing, from sliding her fist up and down to running her tongue along the underside, she was doing right. The only thing capable of preventing him from coming and prolonging his stamina was if she’d stop.
This could be a record breaker for him but not in a good way. The prickles in his balls reproduced faster than he could handle. They sizzled and throbbed, and holy shit… “Ivy!”
She freed his cock. “What?” she asked, crawling up his body.
“A man can only handle so much.”
She sat on his erection and rubbed her ass forward and back.
“Love, you’re taking the same road. Slow down.”
“Shhh,” she said, laying two fingers over his mouth. Using her free hand, she came up on her knees and guided his cock into her *.
She was so wet it slid in with ease. Just as easily his endurance slipped. He narrowed his lids and groaned. Damn, her insides were hot and plump and tight. He couldn’t withstand the constriction.
As she started moving up and down he refrained from moving at all, otherwise the hours he spent wanting and waiting would end too soon. It was like prepping a festive dinner all day only to consume it in minutes. Done. Gone. Over with. He needed more time to savor the ache he’d endured, proving it wasn’t in vain.
She laid her finger on his lips and rocked her hips. “Bronto?”
“Mm-hmm?”
“Move inside me.”
He lifted her fingers and kissed her palm. “I can’t. Not yet.”
“Why?”
He gazed at her heavy-lidded eyes and her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. Her head tilted slightly sideways and her hair draped over the front of the frock between her breasts. What a sensual beauty. Mine. He’d claimed her. Planted his seed in her womb. Hopefully soon she’d conceive his child. “When I start, it’s going to end quickly.”
She retracted her hand and rested both palms on his chest to support her upper body. He inhaled sharply then latched on to her thighs and massaged the smooth skin. “Take what you need, Ivy.”
As if on command, she increased the speed of the forward and back motions of her hips. “Oh gosh,” she said on the end of a sigh.
Closing his eyes proved disastrous because it intensified the sensations of her trembling insides. He felt every contour of her sleek, moist vaginal walls squeezing his cock.
He clenched his jaw and opened his lids for relief but discovered her in-depth concentration reaped the same effect. He was in the midst of a no-win battle. If he had half a brain he’d go with it then take care of her afterward.
“Bronto, now. Please?” she whimpered, increasing her rhythm.
He grabbed her hips and lifted her up and down. A little at a time he pumped inside her but she wasn’t having a little of anything. She rammed him deep. His breath caught at the start of his climax. He’d passed the point of no return and handed her full control. She was right there with him. Her insides jerked and spasmed. She tossed her head back, exposing her neck.
“Bronto,” she wailed but he barely heard a sound through the pressure muffling his ears.
His balls tightened and cock pulsed and during the plunge of a final thrust his seed burst forth, filling her insides.
She rode him hard until every spasm in her vagina subsided then she reclined forward and laid her cheek on his chest. “Bronto?”
“Yes?” he asked, stroking her hair softly.
“Your heart is beating fast.”
He smiled. “It’s beating for you, Ivy,” he said, tilting his chin and kissing the top of her head. “It’s beating for you.”
Chapter Eight