He lapped at my like a starving man. My legs shook, and even with him holding me down against the couch, I couldn’t help but continue to writhe beneath him. It was almost too much and too good. Stars danced on the inside of my eyes as he inserted a finger into my pussy and pumped it there as he licked and sucked on my clit.
It wasn’t until he added the second finger that the orgasm slammed into me full force. I gasped for breath and moaned his name, thinking he would pull away from me, but he didn’t. He continued to eat, lick, and suck me until tears rolled down my cheeks and I couldn’t handle it anymore. He pulled away from my body with a satisfied smack of his lips and smiled at me lazily.
“I don’t know what Carina is up to, but I’m thankful she allowed us some time alone. I was so caught up in you that I forgot about everything else, but now that I’ve tastedyou… I’m beginning to see some kind of reason again.” His cheeks turned pink as he spoke. “Maybe we should take this upstairs, just in case.”
Ivan’s bedroom door had barely closed behind us, and he was lifting me off of the ground and slamming me into the wall. His fingers found my pussy again, while his lips sought out mine, and I knew I was going to have a long night filled with orgasms. He pumped two fingers into me as he had me pressed against the wall. My eyes rolled back into my head with every stroke. After all he’d done with his mouth, I didn’t think I had it in me to cum again, but the more he moved and the more he kissed me, I knew I would be cumming a lot more than I could have ever planned.
The clink of his belt buckle hitting the floor had another satisfied moan escaping my lips. He rubbed his cock along my entrance, and I could have cum again just from that touch alone.
“Ivan—” His name broke on a gasp, my forehead dropping to his as heat flooded through me all over again.
His mouth dragged down my jaw, to my throat, lingering there as if tasting every ragged breath I took. “You don’t know what you do to me,” he murmured, voice so low it trembled. “You don’t know how many nights I’ve thought about this—about you—trying to forget and failing every damn time.”
My fingers tightened in his hair.
He lifted me higher, effortlessly, hisbody fitting against mine like he’d been carved to match me. The room spun, heat coiling in my stomach, my pulse pounding so hard I felt it between my teeth. His breath grazed my neck, my shoulder, every inch he touched, leaving a burning imprint.
“I need you,” he whispered, the words torn from him like a confession. “I need all of you. Tell me you’re here. Tell me you’re staying.”
“I’m here,” I whispered into his mouth. “I’m not going anywhere.”
His answering sound was a groan, raw and hungry. He pushed into me with slow, torturous strokes, and I was lost to the feel of him.
My head fell back against the wall, a helpless, breathless cry tearing out of me. Everything tightened, building all over again, bright and hot and overwhelming. I clung to him as the pressure climbed, every nerve burning.
“Look at me,” he breathed.
I forced my eyes open—and the second our gazes locked, the rest of the world shattered. Heat broke through me in a dizzy, consuming rush as he picked up tempo and began to pound me into the wall. He tugged at the bottom of my sweater and cursed when I started to fall.
Changing tactics, he whipped around, still buried inside of me, and stumbled to the bed. As soon as I was laid out beneath him, he ripped the sweater from my body and hungrily took in my heaving breasts. He chewed on his bottom lip as he took me all in.
He pumped into me slower this time, but leaned forward to take one of my nipples into his mouth. Hetugged with his teeth, and I felt myself getting closer and closer to my next orgasm. I couldn’t handle it.
“More,” I whispered, and he sucked me farther into his mouth as he picked up the tempo. His hand splayed across my belly, moved lower until his thumb found my clit again.
His pace changed, intensified, grew urgent and wild, until heat was coiling tight in my belly again. His hands skimmed my body with reverence edged in desperation, like he needed to touch everything he thought he’d never get again. My back arched sharply. My breath caught. Pleasure rushed through me, bright and dizzying.
His forehead dropped to mine, his voice a strangled whisper I felt more than heard.“Poppy… look at me.”
And when I did?—
I fell apart all over again. He was right behind me, spilling into me with a fierce groan as he collapsed over my body.
Epilogue
Ivan
Much to our surprise,Jane took hardly any convincing to move to the mountains. She wanted to escape the city more than anyone else. When Poppy came to see me and left her behind, unsure of how I would react, she was devastated.
She didn’t want to be left behind. She didn’t want to lose another piece of her family. And when I told Poppy to bring her as soon as she could… Jane cried. Happy tears. I pretended not to notice.
We fell into a quiet rhythm the moment she arrived.
The cabin—my quiet, lonely refuge—filled fast with sound. With life. With warmth I didn’t realize I’d been starving for. I’d built my home to keep the world out, to make sure nothing could touch me unless I let it… but the moment Poppy and Jane stepped through my door, everything changed. For the better.
Carina, of course, refused to come anywhere near the place after the first day.
“It smells like sex, sweat, and sin,” she’d declared at the door, waving her hand dramatically. “Absolutely not. I am amothernow. I havestandards.”
