King of Campus

And then are found lacking.

It’s a tall fucking order but I think I’m up to it.

Hell, I know I am.

I spend a good ten minutes licking at her mouth, sucking on her tongue, just generally tormenting her until she’s as mindless and frenzied as I am. If the small whimpering moans that are falling from her gently parted lips are any indication, then I think she’s loving it. As much as I could spend the rest of the day just adoring that gorgeous mouth of hers, I want to explore the rest of her long slender body now that I finally have it exactly where I want it.

With teasing strokes, my tongue and lips slip from her chin to the hollow of her neck. With care, I bath the pulse that beats a steady thumping rhythm under her delicate flesh before sliding my way over her narrow shoulders and breast bone. I want to learn every single curve and dip until I know her as well as I know myself.

When I finally reach the gentle swell of her breast, I take my time slowly nuzzling her with my lips and teeth. Ivy arches her body as I circle my way closer and closer to her tightened nipple. Unable to resist, I swipe over the hardened bud with my tongue.

One stroke, then two before sucking it deeply into my mouth.

Her body writhes beneath mine. Breathy little moans full of pleasure fall from her lips as her fingers rake their way through my still wet hair. With a popping sound, I release her nipple. I can’t help but stare at her in fascination.

Her body is absolute honeyed perfection.

I used to think that breasts needed to be supersized. Larger than life. Ginormous. With big button-like nipples topping them like cherries on a monster sundae. If a girl wasn’t practically busting out of a low cut shirt, I barely spared her a glance. I had zero appreciation for such high, tight small globes of flesh.

I almost snort. I am such a fucking asshole.

No… was

I was such a fucking asshole.

But no more.

Because Ivy’s breasts are utterly flawless. I’d be surprised if she was anything more than a B cup. Taut and perky. With beautiful little pink nipples that get so damn hard and erect, I want to stroke and suckle and play with them for hours.

Unable to resist, my lips slide over to the other one as I worship it in much the same fashion until Ivy is undulating against me. Her hot little body pulsing and squirming with pleasure. God, I love that her body is so damn responsive.

To me.

Only me.

I guess that’s something we’ll have to talk about after...

You better believe we’ll be discussing that after we’re finished here. Although when that’ll be… who the hell knows. Not for a damn good long time, if I have my way.

“Roan, I want you in me… now.” She sounds as if she’s burning up inside. I know exactly how she feels. “Right now!”

Raising my head from her breast, my eyes drill into hers. Even though I’m hard as hell, a small smile tips my lips upward. “Bossy much?” I can’t believe I’m even teasing her at a moment like this, but I am. Being with Ivy is just so damn easy.

She makes some sort of growly noise from deep within her throat. “Don’t be an ass and make me beg for it.”

I actually perk up at the notion of Ivy Kaster begging for anything, let alone my cock inside her perfect body. Talk about fucking hot...

She spreads her thighs wide as I settle between them. The thought of having those long toned legs wrapped around me as I pound into her has me clenching my teeth, trying to harness and control every single instinct hammering through me right now. My eyes arrowing down to that gorgeous pussy of hers certainly doesn’t help matters.

Damn.

“I need to taste you, Ivy.” With my gaze fastened onto the delicate pink folds of her flesh, I can’t help but lick my lips in sweet anticipation. Almost desperately I want to feel her pulsing against my tongue. I want to lap at her cream before sucking that little clit of hers into my mouth.

She moans again, shifting restlessly beneath me. “Not now,” she breathes, sounding almost as if her body is racked in agony, “later.”

For just a moment I stare down at her, my eyes sliding over the very core of her.

Temptation thrums through me like a heavy drumbeat. God, but I just want to slowly run my tongue over the length of her. As much as I want that, the need to be inside her keeps clawing at me. The throbbing head of my cock is nestled right against her wet heat. Holding myself rigidly above her, I can’t help but watch the way our flesh connects. I want to see the precise moment I slide inside her.

Shit. Sweat pops out against my brow as I concentrate on the joining of our bodies.

The mere thought of being buried deep inside her has me on the verge of losing it. I almost want to squeeze my eyes shut so I can rein it in a little bit. At the rate I’m going, I’ll be blowing my load before she even has a chance to blink her eyes.