I don’t want him to.
He pushes my jacket off, dropping it on the floor by the table. My sweater is the next thing to go, and as soon as my bra is undone, he takes my breast in his mouth and sucks my nipple.
“Ahh,” I moan, my fingers running through his hair. It’s noticeably longer than it was the last time I saw him, and I feel bad for all the pain he must have been in. His beard is longer, and he looks like he hasn’t taken care of himself.
“I’ve craved you every moment over the past two weeks,” Ivan whispers into my skin, looking up at me as he laps at my nipple with his tongue. “I’d have given anything for it to be different. To taste you again.”
He pulls me from his lap and sets me down on the table. He pulls my leggings down alongside my panties, not sparing a single extra moment. I bite my lip, excited about what’s about to happen. Ivan has worked miracles with his tongue in the past.
“I’m never going to let you go again,” Ivan whispers, his lips delicately kissing the insides of my thighs. “I’m going to make sure you’re well taken care of in every possible way.”
“I know,” I whisper, watching with an excited smile as his lips crash against my core. I let out a moan I almost forgot I could make over the past two weeks. My breath is ragged as I exhale.
Ivan’s tongue explores my folds, delicately tracing along them as he slowly works his way to my clit. I bite my lip eagerlyawaiting his touch. When he finally grazes it against me, pulling it away to tease me, my entire body shakes.
“So good.” I run my fingers through his hair.
“I can give you this every day for the rest of your life,” Ivan whispers, the heat of his breath shivering through my body.
He moves a hand between my legs, a warm finger tracing my folds before torturously slowly sliding inside of me. His tongue meets my core once again, and he laps against my clit with a satisfied moan escaping his throat.
I close my eyes and lean back against the table, lucky to get to feel this incredible pleasure. He’s slow at first, teasing me enough to bring me close to the edge, never quite letting me get over. With every passing moment, my need for him grows stronger and stronger.
“I could keep you here like this all day,” Ivan whispers, pulling his lips away from me momentarily. I’m about to respond when he sucks my clit between his lips, and it feels like the entire world shatters.
“Oh my god!” I cry out, shaking against the table. His tongue swirls around me, heightening every bit of pleasure he gives. At the same time, his finger fills me, and he’s moaning his satisfaction. I’m completely overwhelmed with the ecstasy swirling through my brain as my body erupts in pleasure.
I jolt forward on the table, and he uses his free hand to hold me down, watching as I shake and tremble while a pleasure so intense I can barely stand it takes control of my body.
Ivan doesn’t slow down or stop once as he milks every bit of this out of me. His finger moves deeper inside, curling just enough to make me dizzy as it bumps a spot in my core I have never explored.
By the time he’s finished, my entire body is numb and spent from the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. He pulls away fromme, licking my juices from his finger, staring up at me with a smile.
“I’m glad you’re back,” Ivan whispers, standing up and leaning over me for a kiss. “I’m never going to let you go again.”
Even though I know he means it, and our past might indicate that as a threat, I don’t care. I don’t want him to let me go. I’m exactly where I want to be.
Epilogue
Ivan
The past yearhas been a whirlwind for both Danielle and me. The pregnancy itself was difficult to adapt to, but now the two of us have a three-month-old daughter, Raisa, that we’re excited to spend every day with.
Life with Danielle has been nothing short of magical. With each day, I grow to love her more. She’s more beautiful now that she’s given birth, that she’s created life and brought our child into this world.
On top of that, she’s perhaps the most dedicated person I’ve ever met in my life. During her pregnancy, she stayed in school. She managed all of her appointments for the pregnancy alongside finals and class projects to make animations she knows will someday inspire our own child.
But this is our first Christmas as a family. Danielle and I were together last year, and our Christmas was tumultuous, to say the least. She wanted the big, beautiful tree and decorations all around the house, but circumstances didn’t allow for that.
This year, the entire penthouse is a winter wonderland. We have Christmas trees in every room and gifts under the main one in the living room. Danielle and I have presents for each other,as well as for all the members of the staff to open when they arrive tomorrow.
Raisa sleeps in her rocker while Danielle and I both sit cross-legged on the ground in front of the tree, passing gifts back and forth. Every time Danielle is handed one, her eyes light up with a wonder that I admire.
I’ve never cared much about Christmas, but Danielle has changed that for me. I don’t care about the gifts for myself, but the tradition. Snuggling with Danielle on the couch and watchingMiracle on 34th Street, listening to Christmas music while we decorate, drinking disgusting eggnog and pretending to like it because that’s part of the season.
Everything has been perfect with her. And I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life together with her.
There’s just one order of business I need to take care of before we can have our forever.
