Still riding the high from her orgasm, Ivy pressed the silicone against her entrance. She didn’t thrust it inside though, and just as he was going to check in with her comfort level, he felt it. The tingling lightness of mirth and joy mixed with a heady dose of sultry desire. Oh, Lucifer save him… She was teasing him. Chuckling quietly, he leaned forward. “Do you like that I’m watching you, Ivy?” “Yes,” she admitted, her voice thready. “You like knowing I can see every drop you’re spilling onto my table?” Her thighs quaked. “Yes.”
