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Uh oh, Lark couldn’t even manage a gulp upon hearing Ivy’s words. He was thrilled beyond measure that Ivy was taking the initiative and finally showing him how much she wanted him. He had been waiting for even the tiniest hint that she cared for him as much as he cared for her. But having the Asian beauty kneel at his feet and suck down his length like a pro hadn’t exactly been what he was anticipating. For example, he figured she might smile at him or something.

He gasped abruptly when Ivy did something magical with her tongue and the tip of his dick. The shock of pleasure had his toes curling and he began reciting Dijkstra’s algorithm so he wouldn’t embarrass himself. Immediately feeling the loss when Ivy pulled away from him, he opened his eyes to see her peering up at him. Her black hair was plastered to her skin, her lips swollen, and her eyes were dewy. He wanted to throw her against the egg-shell white tiles and screw her brains out.

“What are you saying?” she asked him and he blushed, knowing he must have been babbling out loud.

“I was reciting the algorithm that solves problems for a directed graph with non-negative edge weights using single-source direct paths.”

She didn’t even blink, just cocked her head, “Why?”

“So I don’t blow like a teenager all over those pretty breasts of yours,” he admitted.

She sucked in a harsh breath, gaining her feet in one fluid, sexy motion and promptly placed her lips against his. The kiss wasn’t the forceful, sex-kitten kiss he had been expecting. It was gentle and coaxing, a lazy thrust and retreat of her tongue and lips against his own. He found himself seduced by the gentle rhythm just as much as he would have been by the heat and the fire. All the while, her small hands mapped his body, leaving tingles of heat in their wake. Pushing him back against the cool tiles, warm water continued to rain down on them as she stood on her tip toes and ran her tongue around the shell of his ear. He shivered, gripping her slim hips when her teeth decided to tug on the sensitive appendage. She had successfully and correctly identified one of his main erogenous zones.

Being a gentleman, he let her play and explore a little more, feeling his desire increase with each passing touch of her hands and brush of her lips. When she gripped his dick in her hands again, it just happened to coincide with the cooling of the water and he used it as his excuse to pick her up. She gave a startled squeak before wrapping her legs around his waist and he carried her, dripping wet, to the bedroom.

He reached behind him and unwound her legs, lowering her gently to the mattress. He then allowed his eyes to devour her as she languished patiently and uninhibited against the cool, white sheets. That in itself was a massive turn-on – he loved confident women. He took his time looking his fill, his eyes learning and cataloguing every curve, every dip, and every expanse of flushed mocha skin. And the best part about the entire experience? His photographic memory ensured he would never, ever forget even one single detail.

Feeling his dick jerk with impatience, he moved, placing his right knee on the bed, followed by his left as he slowly made his way to his willing woman. Balancing his weight on top of her, he first kissed her senseless, loving her unique taste and the flavour they created together. Moving on, he laved the tips of her breasts until her nipples were wet and tight, before drawing back and blowing on them. Ivy gasped, her back arching instinctively into the cooling effect of his breath. He grinned; seems he had discovered an erogenous zone of his own.

He then spent the next ten minutes learning her body as thoroughly as she had his. He succeeded in wringing two orgasms from her before his control snapped and he needed to be in her body yesterday. Pushing her legs wide, he gave himself a couple of hard strokes, delighting in the way her chocolate eyes lit with lust despite her recent climax.

“Hurry up,” she demanded.

“Yes ma’am,” he breathed, placing the tip of his erection at her wet entrance. Plunging into her sweet body in one smooth stroke, he shuddered, holding his breath and trying to stave off his imminent release. When he had a modicum of control, he pulled back until he almost left the haven of her body before pushing back into her once more. When her hands gripped his back, he felt a moment of unease at the thought of her touching his scars. But then she licked her way up his neck and sucked on his Adam’s apple and he forgot all about his back.

“More, dammit. Harder!” the amazing woman beneath him gasped after only a few strokes.

Not one to disappoint, Lark raised himself up onto his knees, grabbing her ankles and pushing them onto his shoulders. He practically bent her in half when he lowered his weight back down onto her and proceeded to piston his hips fast and furious. Each thrust of his hips pushed her further up the bed until he was forced to let go of one of her legs and brace his hand against the bedhead behind her. Otherwise, as gone as he was, he could very well have fucked her clear through the wall.

The combination of Ivy’s sinfully hot body and the delicious whimpers coming from her mouth proved to be too much stimulation and he felt his hips falter. Determined to see her through her pleasure first and recalling the sensitivity of her nipples, he leant down and sucked one tip into his mouth – hard. He also lowered his hips a little, ensuring his pelvis rubbed along her clit with every thrust of his hips.

The added stimulation was enough to have her exploding around him, her inner muscles working his length so hard he could barely move. Her moans and half-screams added fuel to his rampant desire and his own pleasure peaked a mere two strokes later. Groaning into her neck, he pumped his hips until he was completely spent, sure he’d never walk again.

Beneath him, Ivy wiggled her hips in a way that him groaning and pumping into her a few more times, despite his satiated state. She hummed her approval. This time, when he felt Ivy’s hands stroking over the lines that marred his back, he didn’t feel anything but bliss.