8. CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER EIGHT

Ivy

6 DAYS UNTIL RED CARPET EVENT

Holland finally puts his mouth where it belongs. My hands grab onto his hair, moving his head and mouth to get the angle and pressure I need.

He slips a finger in and growls, "Is all this for me? You're so wet."

I whine at the pressure and his mouth missing from my center. "It's been a while." I struggle to get the words out. My heart feels like it could beat right out of my chest.

Holland is like a man possessed. His mouth, fingers, and hands are everywhere, inching me closer and closer. I look down to see his dark hair sticking through my fingers; lifting my shoulder changes how his mouth is hitting my clit.

He speeds up before going torturously slow—my hips writhe for more.

"I'm so close," I try to say, but words, and breaths, are hard to find. My climax builds, the itch in my low belly almost scratched.

He uses another finger, moans into my clit, and I'm a goner. My orgasm hits me so hard I can't help but scream. Holland rides it out with me, his hands and mouth still going, as I move and wriggle my hips and body beneath him. He uses one hand to put pressure on my lower stomach, pinning me in place but also making my finish even stronger .

My body twitches and trembles as I try to catch my breath. I look to see Holland watching me, wearing a devilish grin pulled up on one side, his lips wet with me.

"Okay, that was… that was…" I rake my hands up my body, grabbing my breasts, up my neck, and into my own hair, as I catch my breath.

"What word are you looking for?" he teases me.

"I can't even tell you. My brain… needs a second."

At that moment, Holland pushes himself off the bed, standing. All I can focus on is his erection straining his pants.

"Your turn," I say, looking from his eyes, to his dick, and back again.

"How do you want me?" Holland asks, reaching for his shirt and pulling it up and over his head. His dark locks are a mess from my grabby fingers and his cheeks are flushed pink.

Holland is a runner; I shouldn't be surprised when I see him without a shirt on, but it doesn't get old. I take in his strong shoulders, broad chest, and each of his abs, lightly flexing with his quick breath.

"Take your pants off and lay on the bed," I instruct as I take my panties all the way off.

I watch as Holland takes off his pants, and briefs, and my mouth is watering. I've never wanted someone the way I want him. When he lays back, he puts his hands behind his head, propped up on the pillows. His muscles bulge in his arms in this position—his ‘H' tattoo on full display.

I straddle him, putting my body over his, and take my hands from his shoulders down his frame. I touch his pecs, his abs, and end at the top of his thighs.

When I wrap my hand around his cock, I feel precum on the tip. I love how his body reacts to making me finish.

I move my hand up, touch the head, and back down the shaft .

"Easy… it's been a while, remember?" Holland teases, catching my eyes.

I remove my hands, but place a soft kiss at the tip of his cock.

"You're killing me," Holland groans, shifting his hips, and it makes me feel like a queen. I love being able to get him to react this way.

I lift myself up and then slowly lower myself on his dick. The fullness is something I've missed and to be honest, I'm not sure I'll ever be used to it. Holland grabs my hips, fingers digging into my skin. I toss my long brunette hair over my shoulder before I lower myself and put my lips on Hollands.

The way his mouth presses into mine is like we were meant to be together. Lock and key. Puzzle pieces. I'll never get tired of kissing this man.

Holland's hands, firm and strong, reach from my hips to my lower back. He pulls me to him, setting the pace. I rock forward, pushing my hips and pulling my hands up my body until I reach my hair. I wrap my fingers around strands of hair and lightly tug.

"I love when you do that," Holland says. "You're fucking incredible." His voice is gravel and his eyes are devious, golden pools. I'm ready for him to pull me under.

My soul shines at the praise.

Holland places the pad of his thumb on my bundle of nerves, a game changer. I move, almost frantically, over him. Running. Chasing. Wanting more.

"I love when you do that. " My voice is breathless and quick. I place my hands on Holland's chest, feeling the muscles underneath.

"So good," I moan out, relishing the slight change in position, my orgasm closer than ever.

I roll my hips, what I need just in reach .

"Come for me, Ivy," Holland says and it's all I need. I move my hips faster, the sound of my breath is no match for the beating of my heart. He doesn't stop touching my clit and I come while I ride him.

"Fuck," he says as he comes along side me. I love hearing him like this, all out of breath, and full of need.

I clench and shiver around him but my body can't stop moving. We ride out the end of our climaxes together and I collapse onto his chest. It's like there's a string between us and someone pulls it tight.

"Welcome home." Holland wraps his arm around me and kisses the top of my head.