“You want me to fuck you again?” he asked. She nodded. “Let me hear you say it.”
“I want this.”
“I like it when you tell me what you want.”
“I already told you.”
“Say it again. Use that bossy voice.”
“You’ve got to fuck me, Ivan.” He stayed there, watching her, so she grasped his ass and pulled him. “I want to feel you inside me again.”
Rather than answer, he looked down between them to where their bodies nearly met. Slowly, painfully slowly, he dipped his hips until his cock settled against her. Another maddening pause before he dragged through all the wetness that had gathered there. She felt more than heard his gasp.
“So wet. Guess I’m doin’ somethin’ right, huh?” He chuckled, and she joined him.
She loved this: laughing during sex, like maybe it didn’t have to be deadly serious all the time. His ass clenched beneath her hands, and his cock slipped down, glancing her clit with an electric twinge before coming back up again. Down, up. The gliding rhythm was perfect, almost stimulating enough to make her come.
“Put it in me.”
“Can’t.”
She stilled. Clearly she wasn’t bossy enough. “Now, Ivan.”
“You got a condom?”
Oh.A tiny dose of reality seeped in. “Oh. Right. I completely forgot.”
He smiled at that and held up a hand, a condom tucked between his fingers. “Some of us like to plan ahead.”
Her heartbeat kicked back up a notch, and her pelvis lifted unconsciously toward him.
He skimmed his hand down her body to cup her between the legs. “You ready?”
“Yeah.”
“Stay there. Don’t move. Don’t do anything. Let me take care of you.” That didn’t sound bad—quite good, in fact—except what if… “But if you want me to stop, it’s like last night. Just say so, okay? And we’re done.”
She nodded. No longer surprised that he understood her so well.
As he pulled it on, the smell of latex, always unpleasant in her mind, floated on the air, mingled with the musky smell of their bodies, and took on a whole new dimension beside her newfound acceptance. The blankets shifted, rustling, and Ivan was back, warm skin pressed to her.
“Hold on a sec.” Ivan clasped Uma’s jaw firmly and swept his eyes down her body, skimming her skin before kissing her, long and slow and deep.
It was so different now, watching him move, drinking in the emotions he wore so plainly, eyes wide open. The two of them truly bared for the first time. He thrust into her slowly at first, then all the way out, and sliding back in as if they had all the time in the world. For a second, the sight of him emerging from her body again, all shiny and slick from her, made her close her eyes and wish for the blindfold. It was too much, only not because of her ink.
“Look at me, baby,” he ordered, and how on earth could she refuse him anything? He was deep inside her when their eyes met again and everything skittered to a halt.
“Don’t go, Uma,” he whispered.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she promised without even meaning to.
“Stay with me. Here.”
“I’m here. I’ll stay.”
With a groan, he closed his eyes and lost himself. Everything became grasping hands and pumping hips.
All it took was a few minutes before the first flutterings of orgasm stirred within her. She flew apart in a dark, sinful climax, the kind you get from digging too deep and uncovering things best left untouched.
