The thought of how long it had been since she’d bothered to shave down there gave Uma a brief moment of embarrassment, but then his rough fingers slipped through her curls and down, and he didn’t seem to notice, or mind, the hair there. His middle finger descended farther. She jerked when it glanced over her clit on its way to part her lips.
That finger continued its tortuous downward trip, gently penetrated her, giving her a brief moment of satisfaction, and returned to her clit. Uma curled up on herself again, on a burst of expelled breath, and Ivan breathed out and in, the sound restrained.
It was too much, too close, too quiet, too intimate, breathing his air, his smell. He dipped down again and pressed farther this time, his finger huge inside her, but nowhere near fulfilling this craving her body had suddenly developed.
“You like this?” he whispered.
Uma couldn’t respond. She needed air to respond.
“You’re so fuckin’ wet.”
Oh, that was embarrassing. Why did he have to go and point it out?
She managed a little sound of protest, and he stopped entirely.
“You want me to stop?”
Did she?
She hesitated, then finally shook her head, and after a beat, he chuckled gently and started up again, faster, finger pressing into her, thumb rubbing quick circles over her clit.
“I wanna make you come so hard. Like you did for me. That okay? Will you do that for me?”
No way could Uma respond. Besides, she didn’t want to tell him that making her come was more of a marathon and less of a sprint. That, if she was honest, she didn’t really come when someone else was involved. She couldn’t. Oh, she knew how to do it on her own, but no guy had ever gotten it right. She’d pretended for Joey, of course. Otherwise, he’d have punished her for it, pouted for ages afterward.
“I’ll bet if I fucked you right now, I’d slide right in. You’re so wet. Nothin’ to stop me at all, is there?”
Whoa. Those words ratcheted things up a notch. And Ivan apparently didn’t expect a response, which was good, since listening to him talk was its own sweet torture. A little mortifying, but so goddamned hot.
He leaned in and pressed his face into her neck, ran his nose into the hollow behind her ear, and followed it with his mouth. Before Uma could prepare for the shock, his teeth were on her, nipping their way to her earlobe, and then biting, just how she’d imagined.
More than the touching and the talking, it was the mental image of those big, strong teeth tearing her apart that did it. Uma moaned, an animal sound that would make her blush when she thought of it later, and a groan that she was incapable of containing. Her next utterance was closer to a scream, but Ivan took it from her, sliding his lips over hers to consume her shouts.
And…oh fuck…there it was. That elusive orgasm. The one she’d heard about but never quite been able to achieve. The kind that takes you somewhere else, outside yourself, away from all the pain. She couldn’t say how her body felt, only that it blew her mind and left her completely spent.
“Good girl,” he muttered, and she didn’t even bother to correct him.
“Oh, shit.”
Her words, when she finally spoke, were graceless, but he laughed gently into the side of her face and swooped down for another mind-numbing kiss before settling them back onto the bed in a cozy nest.
* * *
She fell asleep almost immediately, pressed to Ive’s side. Fully clothed. He, on the other hand, didn’t fall asleep for ages.
He wanted to get her naked so fucking badly, and he was hard again just thinking about it. Why wouldn’t she get naked? He remembered the way she’d hidden the tat on her arm in self-defense class. He thought that might be it. Was she embarrassed by it, or was he completely off base?
In any case, she wasn’t scared of him. Not with the way she’d ordered him around tonight. Ive smiled at the memory of Bossy Uma. Man, she’d been sexy. He pulled her tighter against him, loving the feel of her curves, all soft and warm, even through the layers of fabric.
He ran a hand down her side, along the dip in her waist, and farther, over her hip, where he squeezed—just a little bit. This was the kind of woman you wanted to take big handfuls of. Grab on and ride. Or, in the case of this one, maybe let her ride you.
He wasn’t used to that—women on top. All his life, he’d been big and ugly and mean, and women assumed he’d be the one calling the shots. Not that he minded either way.
Sure, Ive liked getting a little pushy every now and then, but he didn’t want to hurt them. Hurting women was—he didn’t even like to think about it, especially not here, with Uma right there in his arms. He pushed the thought from his mind and smoothed his hand down her bent leg, to the cuff of her jeans.
Gently, very gently, he slid his fingertips underneath, up above her socks, to her skin. Gently, so gently, almost like air, the way he’d touch a fawn or a barn kitten, he stroked her there. Not even stroking really, more just a soft settling. But it was enough. She was what he wanted. Not smooth, but stubbled over with lady hairs, a texture more feminine than anything he could imagine. Better than smooth, really.
She shifted slightly, snuffling adorably, and he pulled away, not wanting to get caught in this forbidden foray. Man, even that little touch had been sexy. He thought about trying the same thing elsewhere, getting a tiny feel of her belly or her breasts. But that would be going too far, and he knew it.
