“I’m sure,” I tell him without hesitation, fingers reaching for his sweatpants. “Please.”
Another wave of lust passes over his face at that, but he chuckles to himself and gently catches my wrists to pause my momentum. He leans closer, words brushing against my cheek. “Then I’m doing this properly.”
Before I can say anything, he dips down, scooping me up like it’s nothing, then he leaves the kitchen behind while adjusting me in his hold.
My breath catches, watching him the whole way, taking in the barely-restrained need emanating from him.
From this angle, the sharp lines of his features nearly make me drool, forgetting all about my hesitation.
Pushing through the bedroom threshold, Ivan brings me over to the bed, setting me down with more care than expected.
My heart pounds as I look up at him, and the reality of what I’m doing sets in. But knowing I’m choosing this, and knowing nobody else gets to control this moment, I just want it more.
Ivan leans in, lips capturing mine again with a pleased hum. He moves closer to settle above me, hands finding my waist while his lips meld with mine, sure yet still careful.
Something about it is both arousing and irritating, and in retaliation, I kiss him harder, fingers moving through his hair.
He muffles an amused huff against my mouth, letting his hands slide beneath my shirt. “So impatient.”
“I’m not made of glass,” I tell him in between kisses, melting at the way he makes me feel.
With a grin against my lips, Ivan hums, then moves to my neck, kissing first before leaving a deliberate nip against my skin. “You aren’t, but I’m being gentle anyway.”
“You don’t have to be.”
“Too bad,” he murmurs, lightly mouthing at my pulse point before continuing lower while he pushes my shirt up.
He fills my senses like he’s everywhere at once, caressing and kissing me like I’m some precious thing, and I can’t shake how it makes me far too weak for him.
I start slipping, losing my focus the further he goes, bunching my top in place as his lips find my chest and stomach. Instinctively, my abdomen tightens beneath his ministrations, breath hitching.
He kisses my hip and hooks his fingers into the waistband of my bottoms and underwear, and in a deliberate tug, he pulls them down. When my breath hitches, he grins to himself.
“I won’t make you wait too long, but I’ll still be gentle.”
Blinking down at him, I can’t pull my eyes away, all the while he presses his lips to my lower stomach, then my thighs. His arms slowly wrap around the back of my legs, lowering himself further.
And the second he presses his mouth to me, I lock up, immediately hit with pleasure. My lips part, and a soft, surprised sound slips from me before I can stop it.
Ivan hums against me, sending even more intense sensations rippling through me. I grip the sheets beneath me, bracing myself for the new yet addicting feelings he offers me so readily.
With his lips and tongue, he devours me like it’s the only thing he ever wants to do, not at all shy about how much he clearly revels in it. He kneads at my thighs, letting his hands roam along my skin at the same time.
Each time my hips lift away from the bed, I feel the curve of his lips against me while he holds me in place, not letting up.
And when I’m seeing stars behind my eyelids, he doesn’t let up, pushing me closer and closer to the edge while I whimper from the onslaught of sensations until it all becomes too much.
My first orgasm hits me before I can even fully process it, my body faintly trembling after clenching from the rush ofit. Sucking in a deep breath, my heart races, and I’m left dazed while Ivan gently laps at me, guiding every jolt of static through me.
“That’s it,” Ivan murmurs against my inner thigh while he reaches for his own clothes, stripping himself while he continues pressing his affections wherever he pleases.
I lay there for a moment, trying to fathom what just happened and how he managed to bring me to the edge so quickly.
He moves back up my body, lavishing me in just as much attention before shifting to the side and leaving me colder where he had been.
I hear as he reaches over to the nightstand, pulling out a drawer and digging inside before pulling something out. The foil catches in the light, and relief settles in my gut at the reminder. I almost completely forgot.
Without missing a beat, Ivan tears it open, rolling the condom on himself before moving in again, spotting between my legs while he braces his forearms against the mattress. One hand moves to my waist, and he catches my lips again, gently coaxing my legs open more.
