by Burke, Dez
spacious bathroom. The image of her nudity was enough to be imprinted on his vision forever. The
pinched in waist, the full, high-tipped breasts with large dark nipples, the curvy hips and long legs.
The hairless cleft between her toned thighs. Her slender, delicate shoulder and arms.
Her sexiness. Her beauty.
It slayed him.
Olivia sighed deeply as she stepped into the water and hummed with appreciation. Ivan
watched her youthfully firm breasts disappear beneath the suds and he almost let out a groan of regret.
And then he realized what he was doing and stopped short. He had to put a stop to this. Right now.
Before things got out of hand.
Olivia relaxed against the tub, her eyes closing briefly. “Thank you. This feels so good.”
She said it just the way he’d imagined she would, but with his cock buried inside her. Deep –
as deep as it could go. And then she’d beg for more.
“I shouldn’t be here. I need to leave,” Ivan blurted out, as his errant cock began to ache with
swollen need.
“Oh,” she said with a pout. “Would you at least do my back first?”
Olivia was holding out the wash cloth, and everything in him knew it was a bad idea going
along with what she was requesting. And yet, he couldn’t stop himself. What the hell was she up to anyway? He took the soapy washcloth, and started to rub it over her back as she leaned forward.
Olivia purred sensually in enjoyment and the knot of hardness in his groin increased in
pressure, making his jeans feel tighter than ever. The intimacy of the situation wasn’t lost on Ivan, and yet it all felt natural, and not at all awkward. He just had to stop feeling like he was going to explode in his pants at the beautiful sight before him. Her hair, swept over one shoulder to stay dry and off her back, looked silky and inviting to his itching fingers.
Think, Ivan, think, he told himself, forcing his mind to focus on anything else but where he was
and what he was doing. “You said something earlier,” he suddenly said, breaking through the intimate silence. “About changing your mind when you were with that guy. What did you mean?”
She sighed shortly, as if reluctant to break the mood or reply. Finally, she began hesitantly, “I
was going to do something really stupid tonight. Something I’d have regretted for a long time. But suddenly, I couldn’t go through with it.” She twisted around to look at him for a moment and Ivan was actually afraid to ask her what that entailed. He was sure he wouldn’t like the answer. The thought of Olivia being with another man made his blood run cold.
“Anyway,” Olivia added with a shrug, “I came to my senses just in time. Too bad the asshole
didn’t understand that no means no.”
“Olivia,” Ivan began in a calm voice that belied the anger clutching at his chest. He wanted to
smash something, just go ballistic with the thought that Olivia got herself in that kind of situation.
His fist tightened around the wet rag before he tossed it away angrily. “Damm it! Do you know
what could have happened to you tonight? What if you couldn’t fight him off?” He sprang to his feet, a hand slapped over his temple as he tried to rein in his fury.
“I wasn’t thinking, I know,” Olivia said with a sigh. “I guess…too much to drink. Too much…
missing you and wishing that you’d…”
She stopped short, and the expression on her face right then just made his chest constrict. Never
peeling her eyes away, she rose from the tub, letting the water cascade off her body as she
straightened like some goddess from the misty depths.
“Olivia,” Ivan said after a few dry, difficult swallows. He couldn’t tear his eyes from the
temptation that was her body. For crying out loud – what was she doing? Was she trying to drive him insane?
“That’s it. I’m leaving,” Ivan said firmly. Already backing off to the door, he even had his hand
poised on the handle. He knew couldn’t stay in the same four walls with her looking like that. He
wouldn’t be responsible for what happened next if he did…
“Why?” Olivia asked softly, tilting her head to the side in innocent curiosity. “Because you’re
seeing me naked? I don’t mind. It’s okay to look. I want you to look.”
“Damn it, Olivia,” Ivan growled, rolling his eyes in amazement mixed in with his carnal
desires. “You shouldn’t talk to me like that. It’s wrong. We’re like brothers and sisters. And what would your Father think?”
He was so hard it hurt. There he was, still standing there gaping at her nude body like a
schoolboy. Just then – as if he wasn’t already in enough torment, Olivia lifted her arms and ran
fingers through her hair to release the few drops that had wet the tips. In the process, her proudly tipped breasts lifted even higher, the generous curves so round and full they cried out to be groped.
Her nipples were rock hard from the exposure to air and moisture. Her skin glowed with youth and
fresh heat. Olivia brought his cock alive with the realization that she looked even hotter in the flesh than in his wildest, most carnal fantasies.
Ivan tried to offer up a prayer for strength, and one line was all he could dredge up from his
lust-punctured brain. Please… lead me not into temptation…
And then she said it. Those words he’d only dreamed of ever hearing her say. Now she uttered
them in the exact same husky voice of feminine arousal that had his head spinning and his heart
surging along with his cock.
“Touch me, Ivan. Please.” The invitation within her molten gaze was unmistakable just in case
he couldn’t credit his hearing. Her hands lifted to slide down her neck to her breasts, skimming her flesh seductively. Brushing her nipples and then feathering over the cleft between her toned, golden thighs.
Fucking hell! He couldn’t breathe. Forgot how to.
“No. Olivia…don’t ask that of me. Please, just don’t. You know I can’t.” His words came out
more like a groan. Why was he still standing there, rooted? Why did it seem like he couldn’t function and put as much distance between him and this sweet temptation before it overwhelmed him
completely? Why weren’t his feet moving?
Her eyes looked hurt, her hands pausing in their seductive trail on her hips. “Why? Aren’t I
beautiful enough? Don’t you like me? Want me?”
“Why are you doing this?” Ivan’s voice was pained, like someone had his balls in a tight grip
and wouldn’t let go. “What are you looking for? To bring me to my knees?” He exhaled sharply,
forcing the blood to rush back into his brain. At last, he faced her with calm. From deep inside, he dredged up every last bit of self-authority he’d cultivated over the years as a tough Marine.
“You said it yourself; too much to drink, right? You don’t know what you’re saying or doing
right now. Doing to me.” His eyes, though angry, were imploring – pleading with her to let it go. But he knew that hope was futile.
“So you want me?” she cooed, smiling with soft pleasure. “Good. I want you to want me. Want
me so bad you’ll not think twice about doing what I’ve been wishing and hoping forever for you to do to me. I love you, Ivan. I think I always have. And I want you to make love to me.”
No. No. And no.
Ivan said those words in his head again and again until he meant them. His whole body almost
trembling with anger at himself for letting things get this far, Ivan snatched a huge towel from the shelf and walked up to where she stood in the tepid water. He swathed the towel roughly around her.
“I’ll forget you said that, Olivia. Because I know yo
u’ve just been through a tough night and
have probably had too much to drink. So I’m not hearing you right now. You can sleep over of course.
And you can take the master bedroom; I’ll bunk down on the living room couch. But you and me…it’s
not going to happen, little dove.”
He was already almost out of the open doorway when she blurted out angrily, “It’s just going to
happen again, you know. I’m going to go out there soon and find a man who’s not afraid to give me
what I want. And maybe next time I won’t chicken out at the last minute.”
In an instant Ivan whipped round and moved – grabbing her shoulders roughly, looking into her
nervous face and seeing that the sudden motion scared her. And yet there was also a sensual
expectation in her gaze as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her out of the tub, still barely wrapped in her towel. He airlifted her straight from the bathroom to the bedroom like she
weighed no more than a bag of feathers.
Ivan tossed her on the bed and joined her, hearing her let out a shocked cry. Impatiently, he
tugged the damp towel off her, leaving her naked beneath him. He saw himself pushing her on her
back as she made to sit up, his name a gasp on her lips.
Falling in between her legs, he seized her flailing wrists and lifted them above her head. Ivan
could hear his own harsh breathing. His head felt like a smoke bomb had exploded in his brain. Her body writhed beneath him, and when his furious eyes focused on her beautiful face, he saw the soft smile slowly lifting her lips.
“Ooh…yes,” she let out on a gasping whisper of triumph.
He didn’t care. She’d won. He was hard and hungry for her. His lips suddenly pressed starved,
messy kisses all over her mouth, face and neck. Lying there on top of her soft, writhing frame, he couldn’t think straight. His mind was crazed with need and it made him want to eat her alive.
His mouth tore from hers and he heard her moan as he licked on the curve of her neck, sucking
hard. When he finally raised his head to see her lying there, submissive and eager beneath his
restraining hands on both her wrists, he went crazier. She chose that moment to bite seductively on her bottom lip, and he felt ready to rip into her there and then.
“Why did you do that, Liv?” Ivan finally groaned, his voice so strained with torment it was
unrecognizable. “Saying those things about finding some other guy to give you what you want? Don’t fuck with my head like that, baby. Do you have any idea what I wanted to do the minute you showed
up and told me some guy had tried to molest you? I wanted to go out there with my MK23 handgun,
find that motherfucker and just…” He shook his head with a grimace of fury etched into his face.
“I’m sorry. I’ve just wanted you so bad for so long. Please, Ivan. Take off your clothes. I need
to feel your skin against mine,” she pleaded, her hands twitching beneath the vice-like grip he had around her wrists.
He let her go and in one fluid motion, pulled his white t-shirt over his head. There was the clink of his dog tags as they thudded down on his bare chest with its black, bold scripted tattoo on his left side of his pecs. The words, written in Latin, read “Victory is the only option.” Ivan felt more than victorious right then with Olivia’s eyes drinking him in as he finally rid himself of every item of clothing. His jeans and boxers were the last to go.
He’d undressed in a hurry but now that he was naked, he could take the time to look at her.
Again.
He could never tire of the sight of her body, all spread out for his pleasure. It was a pleasure he could no longer deny himself of. Not with the fire raging in his loins.
He could see her eyes fixed on his manhood, see the look of awe and – could it be
consternation? On her face. He knew he was on the large side but he also knew exactly what to do to make every inch of him serve as an instrument of enjoyment, not agony. Leaning over her, he started to kiss her mouth with a thorough, search-and-devour invasion.
She moaned, bucking against him as his cock pushed up along the cleft between her parted
thighs. That dark haze had seized his mind and Ivan was virtually shaking with the mix of emotions going through him. He needed to get inside her soon or chances were he’d go through serious
embarrassment by ejaculating and spraying cum all over her stomach.
Every moment had to count. Every kiss, every caress. He had to hold back for all of that. He
touched her curves like he’d only ever dreamed of doing. Stroked her breasts in his hands and heard their mutual groans of pleasure. Her nipples hardened and swelled between his pinching fingers. Her hands reached all over his frame, hungrily exploring him too.
Damn it felt good the way she eagerly touched his body, his cock. Took him in her small,
delicate hands and stroked. He had to pull away fast or he’d have exploded in those soft hands.
Snaking down her shivering frame, he tongued her breasts and sucked hard on her nipples for
long, famished minutes. When he finally trailed lower to the apex of her thighs, the glistening
moistness awaiting him almost made him reach the point of no return. He spread her tender thighs
wide open and dug his face into her pussy, so smooth and pink.
Her taste drove him wild, making him fuck deep into her folds with his tongue until he was sure
he’d surveyed every crevice and fold. Olivia was screeching, and bucking so hard he could hardly
keep going. He groaned deep in his throat at the heaviness collecting in his balls, just begging to expend itself within her. He couldn’t stand it any longer. He had to pound that pussy or he’d just…
fuck, there was no time to waste.
“Olivia, baby…it’s time,” were his raspy words as he took hold of her knees and pushed them
wide apart and back, exposing her dripping sex to his cock already aiming for its destination.
“I know,” she breathed, staring up at him as he climbed on top of her. Her hands rested on his
chest as she added softly, “Be gentle with me, Ivan. You’re my…you’re my first.”
Wait – what? How? She was telling him this now? Jesus Christ!
Already, he was holding himself against her entrance, rubbing his crown and dipping into her
slit by just a shallow inch. At her unexpected words, he went rigid.
“You’re a virgin?” he gasped in a mixture of shock and dismay. What the fuck…? Hot damn.
She’d just made him hornier and then angrier all at the same time. “Olivia, I can’t believe you
didn’t…We can’t do this baby.”
He swore to himself and had been about to withdraw. But then she wrapped those silken thighs
tight around his waist. She raised her hips in one sharp movement and all but impaled herself on his cock.
Ivan’s instincts became blurred at this point. Part of him knew he needed to take this slow and
gentle like she’d requested. The other part of him, the beast, wanted to ravage that pussy down to the mattress. Her snug muscles squeezed around him energetically even though he was scarcely inside
her. He drew in a sharp breath and tried to count to five before doing what needed to be done.
“Don’t be scared. I’ll be careful.”
Ivan drew back slightly, and then plunged. Used the most gentle force he could muster but he
knew it was no use. Whether gently or not, she was still going to get ripped apart.
He heard her shocked breath, and drew back to look into her wide eyes, her beautiful lips
curled in discomfort.
“I’m sorry, little dove,” he said deeply, keeping as still inside her as he could. And pinning his gaze unwaveringly on her face, he pushed the rest of th
e way in, breaking the shield. Olivia cried out softly.
“Tell me to stop baby,” Ivan groaned, reluctant to continue with her obviously in so much pain.
The inside of her thighs were trembling where they touched his waist. Tears sprung from her beautiful brown eyes. Her chest was heaving with every laborious breath, and her pussy…Damn. It felt so
good. So tight, warm and moist. Like it was made for him.
“I can’t,” Olivia breathed out at last. “I’m okay. I swear, it’s okay. Don’t stop.” Her hands
linked behind his neck as she drew his temple down to rest against hers. “You feel so good inside me.
So big and hard.”
Ivan bit back a curse as he fought for control. Fought with all the strength of will he’d
conditioned within himself not to move like the brute his body wanted to.
He took it slow – for as long as he could. Buried himself in her tightness and rocked repeatedly
in and out of her juiciness. He pushed and stretched her walls, his hips moving in steady, smooth
strokes.
Fucked her as deep as he dared until her wince of pain smoothed out into an expression of
sublime pleasure as her pussy got accustomed to his girth. Sucked on her nipples as he drove into her, making her moan as their joint pleasure escalated. His whole body felt tight with suppressed tension as he kept up an unbroken pace that sent him farther and farther into her slick walls.
Damn, she was so wet. She was melting for him. Raking on his back with her fingernails as her
body began to work itself against him, driving him crazy. He had to finish this soon before he
exploded abruptly within her syrupy heat.
Lifting his mouth from her breast, he kissed her lips with tender passion, groaning deeply as she
responded with eager pleasure. At the same time, he slanted the thrust of his hips till he heard her gasp in delight against his lips.
“Oh yes… right there. Oh Ivan, the pleasure…it’s killing me. I feel…”
She didn’t say more, and instead arched to meet him, and he felt her muscles grip him harder
than ever before. Now that he’d found that perfect angle that would propel them right off the edge, Ivan didn’t stop.
Instead, he snapped; moving like a piston as a mindless rhythm overtook his movements. Their