Man, his woman was bossy. And he fucking loved it. The way her voice got meaner as things progressed.
First, it was her tits. They’d been perfect. Her nipples, like little cherries, answering one of the questions he’d been asking himself since the first time he’d seen her. He couldn’t get enough of the way they felt in his mouth, against the new scruff on his cheek, pressing into his cock.
Then her belly, as he made his way down her body, all soft and pliant, the way a woman was supposed to be. He let his fingers continue to learn her, wanting to memorize the shapes and wondering if maybe he’d buy some clay and sculpt her. It was something he’d always wanted to take up, just never had a reason to before.
He wished he could see her. The skin under his fingers was perfectly smooth, and he wondered, for a brief second, what she could possibly be hiding from him.
“Fuck, you feel good.”
She huffed out a skeptical sound, which would have made him smile if it didn’t annoy him so much. She truly thought there was something wrong with her. What the hell had that stupid ex of hers done to make her so insecure? Maybe he’d called her names, told her she was ugly. He remembered the way Frank used to talk to Jessie and didn’t doubt the power of words.
A sharp nudge from her hands, another command rather than a suggestion, brought him back to the room, and he moved farther down the bed, grasping her by the hips and settling her hard over his face.
“Oh!” The exclamation sounded like it was wrenched from Uma’s lungs, and her hands clenched his head. For a second, he thought she intended to push him away, teetering on the brink of refusal above him. He waited, holding back with difficulty. He wanted this, so badly. Wanted her like he’d never wanted anyone in his life. Something about this woman made him more than horny—she made him…hungry. For her, for sex, for life.
Fuck it. He turned and nipped her along the crease of her thigh, then dove face-first into her.
* * *
All the shit Uma had worried about disappeared with each swipe of his tongue, each rough, whiskery scrape of his jaw and slick slide of his nose between her lips. Ivan’s hands were magic—sometimes keeping her firmly anchored to him, and at others, when it all got to be too much, fluttering over her, doling out touches of reassurance.
After a while, she lifted up slightly and pulled at his hair, yanking his head out from under her. It was hard to convince him to move. When he finally did, it was to say, “Come on, babe. Been dyin’ to do this,” before dipping down again to lick right up her center.
“You’ve got to stop,” she whispered, letting her fingers slide over the blindfold. “I can’t come this way.”
“What do you need?”
“I don’t…” Uma swallowed over the weird bout of panic suddenly trying to push its way out. “I don’t know. The other night was good.”
With a gentle grunt, he pulled away from her hands, moved his enormous shoulder up to spread her thighs wider, and slipped a finger into her. It was big, and from the dark confines of the blindfold, the sensation was overwhelming.
Another finger added to the first, to plunge in hard and tight and a third slid in, bringing with it a twinge of pain. The pain was good, though. It made it all feel real.
“Is this good?” After a moment, he went on. “I can’t see you. You gotta tell me.”
It felt good, yes, but… Could she tell him? Should she dare? Joey would have—
Fuck Joey. Just fuckingfuckhim.
“I need you to touch my…my clitoris. My clit.”
His thumb pressed her there, giving her a little jolt, but—
“Can you lick me again? Like before, except with your fingers inside too?”
He groaned a pained sounding “fuuuck” in the best way, before shimmying back down and carrying on.
“It’s good. It’s so… Wait, wait, I’m—”
She twisted above him, tried nudging his head away with a palm. Nothing, no reaction. He just pulled tighter against her and continued to fuck her with his hand, licking her harder with his tongue.
The fingers and the tongue and the steely arm around her thigh were too much and yet so very right. Not too tender or nice, which was exactly what she wanted. Uma didn’t fucking deserve to be coddled or loved. She deserved pulled hair, bruises, and harsh orgasms forced from her body.
She deserved it. Oh God, she’d deserved everything that had happened to her. Everything. The pain, the shame.
Fuck, oh fuck.The tattoos, even. She deserved to drown in all that ink.
She clawed and pulled, unclear on whether she wanted to get away or if she needed him to hurt her. Maybe both. Twisting and pushing, digging her toes into his side, tugging at his hair, none of it made him turn on her the way Joey would have. It only served to make him work harder. The man was an evil genius, giving her what she didn’t think she deserved.
