“I’m right here, baby.”
Ivan’s body was so different from hers. Not soft and pliant, but firm and rough. And unlike his lazy, reclining progress, she was all business, sitting up to reach the other side of him.
Uma’s scars had been invisible beneath his touch, but his were textured, immediately obvious. She lingered on each one, enjoying the variations she found there. There and elsewhere: the rough patches at his knees and elbows, the crisp hair on his chest and farther south. His cock stood in her way. It lay stiff and hot against his belly, barring passage south and demanding further attention.
She grasped it in her hand, loving how heavy it was, how it needed more than one hand to do it justice. The desire to own him took over, and she threw one leg over his wide thighs, hefty with muscle and slightly scratchy beneath her.
“Ooh, yeah. So good,” he groaned, arching off the bed into her hands. He was silky along the shaft and wet at the tip, like he’d been the first time she’d seen him. Only this was entirely different. Their bodies were more important than they’d been; touch was essential and smell elemental. When Uma dipped her head, she took in the scent of him, along with the taste on her tongue, and it overwhelmed her with desire.
“My breasts,” she ordered. “Touch them.”
It was so good how he obeyed like that. Rough hands flew to her breasts, palming them and rubbing them along his length, up and down, with her mouth at the tip.
“I’m gonna come like this, Uma. I want to make you come first.”
“You’ll come when I tell you to come, Ivan.”
“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, out of control. “Let me do you first. Please. Come on. Please, Uma, baby.” And Jesus, did she like the sound of him begging.
“Say it again.”
“What?”
“Beg me some more.”
“Uma, you’ve got to let me touch. I want to taste you. Please.”
Amazing how the blindfold made her hungrier. She let go of his cock and moved up to bury her nose in his neck. She bit and sucked, reached her hands up to grasp his head, and found the tie covering his eyes.
“I love that you kept this on. Now all we can do is feel.” It was a strange sentiment from someone who’d used sight as a crutch for so long. A blind voyeur.
His palms landed hot on her breasts, his aim impressively precise.
“You done this blindfold thing before?” she asked, breathless.
He chuckled. “No. Just been thinkin’ ’bout gettin’ you naked. A lot.”
He planted his hands on her ass and pulled them up to sitting, leaving her momentarily disoriented.
Soft, wet licks were followed by tight, intense pulls on her nipples.
“Your teeth,” she said, almost grunting the words. “I want your teeth.”
Immediately, he bit, thrilling her with the pain and the pleasure and the way he followed her orders.
She succumbed, lost in it as he nibbled and licked with endless patience.What would he feel like down there?she wondered.
“Kiss me,” she whispered after what seemed like hours, nudging his jaw. But instead of moving to her mouth, as she’d expected, he kissed her right where he was, taking her demands literally, with a loud, slurpy, sexy french kiss right on her nipple. He took orders well. Too well.
It was heady and sweet and sexy as hell, being in charge. She could get used to this if he let her.
In that moment, she had so much tenderness for Ivan, treating her with such care. Slowly taming her. So calm, you could almost forget how strong and scary he was.
Maybe it wasn’t so bad to be one of his strays.
I don’t want to leave Blackwood.The thought rose up from nowhere, scaring the hell out of her.I want to stay here, with this sexy, scary, sweet man.
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