Her fingers tunneled through his hair, pulling him closer. Her hips bucked in his lap when he pressed the edge of his teeth against her, suckling hard, using his tongue to flatten the sensitive tip against the roof of his mouth.
He should have been gentler, but every tug and pull of his lips, every scrape of his teeth made her cry out and grind down against him. He released the tender flesh with a loud pop and latched onto the other, loving how she wailed and shuddered, rocking now to try and give herself the relief she clearly needed.
He released her only long enough to nip at her jaw, going back to grip her backside with both hands, and lifting her up just enough to put a little bit of space between them. “Unzip me, honey. Hurry.”
Ivy instantly obeyed, careful to keep the zipper from catching on his skin, taking him in hand as soon as the material split wide enough to get a good grip.
A shudder of his own worked down his spine, her husky purr coupled with the grip she had on him... spots danced across his vision and his bear surged forward with a hungry, salacious growl. Uriah stood up just long enough to lower his jeans, then sitting back down with a rough hiss.
“Inside, Ivy. Put me inside.” Ivy obeyed, tucking her hips forward, giving his shaft one more rippling squeeze with her hand before settling down over him.
It was the most primal feeling in the world: her tight, narrow opening struggling to keep him out, stretching with a delicious flutter as gravity and her determination forced her pussy to accept him.
Letting her come down at her own pace made sweat pop out across his shoulders, his heart thunder in his chest, and they hadn't even truly begun. The need to be seated to the hilt, to feel her coming undone around him was a jackhammer chipping away at his control.
Uriah felt an electrical charge surge up along his shaft, crackling through his groin, spreading along his nervous system with a muscle-twisting ecstasy. It was an incredible feeling: the head of his cock like a plug, and the mouth of her womb the socket that connected them soul to soul.
He stared into her eyes from inches away, memorizing the hazy look of love and need sparkling there. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen and glistening from their frantic kisses.
He tried to form the words to tell her how beautiful she was, how much he loved her, but it came out as an ursine grumble.
Her laugh turned into a soft whimper as she rocked, scooping her pelvis back and forth, stimulating him from root to tip in a delicious, sensual massage. His hands roamed everywhere while she clung to him, her body trembling with tension the closer she got to her orgasm.
Despite the beauty of his mate riding him to her own end, there came a point where he ran out of patience. He grabbed hold of her and lurched to his feet, making it as far as the dining room table.
Uriah set her down and watched her lay back with a wide, mischievous smile on her face, her teeth catching at her bottom lip.
“You made it longer than I thought you would.”
Another growl vibrated out of him, and in retaliation for her teasing, he set up a ruthless pounding rhythm. She cried out and writhed with every thrust. He brought her legs up to his shoulders, practically bending her in half, and leaned forward to increase the friction and pressure inside and out.
Ivy tossed her head; long blonde hair whipped across the table like a wild halo, her hands grabbing for purchase on the slick surface. Her breasts bounced, her thighs quivered, and from one moment to the next, rippling quakes heralded her oncoming orgasm.
He gripped her hard enough that later she would have perfect impressions of all ten fingers on her hips, lifting and tipping her pelvis higher, pulling her into him with every forward thrust until she screamed and came so hard she practically convulsed beneath him.
Uriah tried to hold out, to prolong the pleasure for both of them, but she was too tight, too hot. He managed one, two, three pounding thrusts before he blew, unable to withstand the squeezing, rippling fist of her pussy, insistently milking him for every drop.
He slowly slumped forward, careful to ease her legs around to his back, the breath sawing in and out of his lungs as he turned his cheek to rest between her breasts.
Her heart drummed beneath his ear hard enough that her breasts quivered, urging him to lick and suckle at the tender mounds while they both recovered from what felt like a catastrophic meltdown. Ivy combed her fingers through his hair, holding on even as he felt her trembling with weakness.
“It occurs to me,” she panted softly. “You've customized every piece of furniture in this house to be the perfect height for all kinds of debauchery.”
“Only the best for you, mate,” he retorted, pretty sure he slurred his words like a drunk.
CHAPTER NINE
With her belly full of another delicious breakfast cooked by Uriah and no word from Rowena or the lions about trespassers in the woods, Ivy climbed into Uriah's monster truck to head to town. It wasn't a long drive, but he held her hand the whole way, looking over at her now and again with watchful contentment in his expression.
He pulled into the garden shop parking lot, and after lifting her hand to kiss her knuckles, gruffly told her to wait for him to come around and get her door.
She watched the change come over him, his looks of happiness turning to a hard-edged scowl of readiness, his amber gaze roaming around the half-full lot, prepared to take on anyone who even looked at her wrong.
They hadn't made it past the register before a beautiful woman with chin-length silver hair, wearing a tropical print caftan loaded down with turquoise costume jewelry, descended upon them with a wide smile.
Uriah tensed beside her, his nostrils flaring wide to take in the woman's scent, testing it for any hint of aggression or ill intent.
“You simply must be Ivy!” the woman declared, her eyes sparkling with delight.
The woman's exuberance made it impossible to be standoffish, and that beak of a nose was a dead giveaway as to who she was.
“Mrs. Vonn, it's so nice to meet you. Oh!”
Mrs. Vonn turned out to be a hugger, enveloping Ivy in the sickly-sweet smell of old lady perfume and hairspray, surprisingly strong for someone who had to be in her mid-seventies. When she drew back, she gestured wildly with her hands, every bit as vibrant and flamboyant as her outfit.
“And you, dear! Please, call me Sandy. Henry has nothing but wonderful things to say about you, and my goodness, looking over all the sales reports since you started working here at our parents’ shop? Well, with two big box stores to provide other gardening alternatives within the city limits, it's obvious our little shop would have gone under much sooner without you.”
Ivy turned bright red in response to the genuine compliments, glad to know Charles Vonn was the only rotten apple of the family. “I had no work experience when I applied here, but Henry and Barbara still took a chance on me. I won't ever forget their generosity or what I learned from them. Please, let me know if there's anything I can do to help make the transition go smoother for you and Henry.”
“That's very kind of you, dear. I certainly will take you up on it if things get too hectic.” Sandy got a little teary-eyed, but she handled her emotions with grace and turned her attention to Uriah, blatantly giving him an appreciative once over. “And who is this?”
Not sure how to identify their relationship to a human, Ivy introduced Uriah by name only. He took it step further by curling his arm around her waist in an obvious display of possessiveness, reaching out to shake Sandy's hand with a wide grin.