That friction and the promise of what’s to come are enough to make my legs feel weak, and I bite back a moan. “Can you?”
He chuckles at that, and I can sense his smirk without having to look. “Guess we’ll see.”
Before I can snap at him impatiently, he pushes forward. I pull in a sharp breath, then I let it out with a soft moan as heat courses through me.
Ivan groans, slipping inside me with little to no resistance, grip on my hips tightening. Despite how eager he is, he goes slowly, being surprisingly mindful.
Once he sinks to the hilt, neither of us moves at first, both perfectly still as we savor the immediate pleasure. Then, he shifts his hold on me before withdrawing enough to roll forward again, making us both groan.
“Fuck, Mila,” Ivan utters, body shielding mine from behind as he uses one arm to brace himself against the door while the other keeps me in place. His forehead drops to my shoulder as he eases forward again, causing my hips to twitch. “How did we go this long?”
My jaw slackens as his slow but purposeful thrusts deepen, fingers digging into the wood beneath them. “It was stupid of us…”
“Agreed,” he rasps, gradually picking up the pace while struggling to hold back his own pleasured sounds. “Don’t shut me out again. Please…please don’t.”
The uncharacteristic pleading in his tone almost sends me over the edge alone, and as his hand finds mine, interlocking our fingers, a louder moan slips from my lips.
“I won’t,” I murmur, breath hitching through his committed pace. I bite my lip to keep from being too loud. “I swear.”
At that, Ivan groans, panting softly against my hair now as he focuses on his movements, body taut behind me.
The persistent sensations he sends through me feel more like scorching heat burning me up from the inside out, making it almost impossible to keep myself upright. I try so hard to keep quiet, but each time he surges forward, the sounds escape me instinctively.
When my moans start pitching higher, Ivan curses under his breath and moves his hand from the door to my mouth, covering it gently.
“As much as I want to hear you, this isn’t the place,” he murmurs, voice strained as he repositions himself, guiding me into more of an arch against him.
My groan muffles against his palm as the shift in position forces him deeper, and I clench around him instinctively.
He grunts at that, giving an almost breathless chuckle. “That’s my girl.”
The praise nearly undoes me completely, filling my head with a warm fog, making me lose myself in the way he takes me.
This wasn’t exactly how I pictured us getting closer after everything, but right now, I can’t find it in myself to care. Not when it feels this good.
The more he thrusts, the more frantic we both become, unable to avoid just how much we need release, and each other.
Time blurs into irrelevance while he pushes me closer and closer to the edge, and when I can’t take it anymore, everything in me tenses.
Heat simmers low in my gut, inner walls fluttering as it hits me at once.
I gasp into his hand while it washes over me, feeling as bliss collides into me, and I release with a strained sound. That haze in my head only deepens, washing me in such intense euphoria that nothing else matters.
Not long after, his hips falter, and I’m brought closer to his body while mine go slack with relief.
A rough groan tears from Ivan as his fingers tighten against my hips, and he tenses, hitting the precipice with a final thrust. He keeps me still as he shudders, arm slipping around my front now through the pulse of release.
Eventually, he relaxes, cheek pressed against the top of my head while he catches his breath. We stand there for a while, gradually coming back down, now in no rush.
Ivan pulls in a deep breath, moving to press a soft kiss to my neck, and he murmurs, voice rough, “Just wait until we get home.”
Regardless of just orgasming moments ago, my stomach flips at the prospect, well aware of the promise hidden in those words.
Knowing him, it’ll be a long night.
Chapter 23 - Ivan
The pain doesn’t fully register until I’m back in the car, grip feeling a bit weaker against the steering wheel as I drive. This is usually how it goes…adrenaline and action first, consequences later. And here I am, soaking in consequences.
