She watched as he rolled the condom down his cock and then stroked the length from the base to the tip before releasing it. So freaking sexy. Every inch of him was firm and muscular and sexy. Even his cock. She glanced up at his chest to admire his smooth pecs.
And then he was over her. His hands stroked up her arms until he peeled her fists from the sheets and threaded their fingers together. The expanse of his chest hovered. His gaze darted all over her face. “I don’t take this lightly. I’m humbled and honored. And I want you to know I wouldn’t even think of taking this gift from you if I didn’t believe in my soul that you’re mine. Not for a week or a month or a year. You’re mine for a lifetime.”
Her heart squeezed. She licked her lips and nodded. Even though part of her wished he would stop talking and ram into her, he couldn’t have possibly said anything sweeter.
A tear slid out of her right eye. Why? She was so happy.
He smiled, leaned forward, and licked the tear with the tip of his tongue. “You’re sure?”
“Ivan, I’ve never been surer of anything.”
And then the head of his cock was at her entrance, and he pressed forward. Slowly. Too slowly.
She was going mad with the desire to be filled.
He gritted his teeth and held his breath.
When his eyes closed halfway, she knew he was enjoying himself. When he opened his mouth to let out a long groan, her pussy clenched around him. And he had barely entered her.
The stretch was tight. She’d known that would be the case. There was no avoiding it. She also knew it might hurt, but only for a moment. At least that’s what she’d read.
Ivan pursed his lips, pressed their entwined hands into the mattress, and slid the rest of the way into her.
Jesus. Too tight. She let out a sharp squeal as she closed her eyes against the pressure.
He released one of her hands to cup her face and stroke her cheek. “Deep breaths. Relax. You’re so tight. Let your body adjust.”
How could he possibly talk?
She nodded, quick jerks of her head. He was right, though. In a few seconds the initial pain dulled to pressure, and then pleasure. She lifted her hips up against his torso. “Again.” She wanted to feel the friction.
He kissed her lips and smiled. “Don’t be disappointed, but I’m going to last about three strokes before I come this time. We’ll do it again. I’ll last longer.”
She nodded rapidly. She didn’t care. Just move.
“I’ve created a monster,” he teased before gradually pulling out of her until just the tip remained lodged in her pussy. His eyes lost the teasing glint of a second ago as the deep brown irises darkened. It seemed as if he wasn’t seeing her as clearly, even though his gaze was still pinned on hers.
She understood that. And the same thing took her over again as he slid back into her.
He moaned. “Alena… God…” His hand eased away from her face to resume holding her fingers. He braced himself and then thrust once more. Faster. Harder. Deeper.
So. Good. So very good.
“Ivan…” That one word slid from her lips on a breath.
The thin line of his lips not tucked between his teeth turned white with the pressure. His eyes continued to dart around her face as if searching for something he couldn’t quite see.
Her soul.
She felt it. Deeply. Everything that was her was bared to him. Everything. Even her soul.
Another thrust. Deeper still? Was that possible?
She lifted her hips, digging her heels into the mattress, adjusting the angle. But she didn’t need to. It would feel amazing at any angle.
He was right. There was no comparison to having him inside her. She gasped as he lowered his body, pressed hers deeper into the bed, and ground the base of his cock against her.
Her clit throbbed.
“Oh.” The word came from her. Right?
He smiled wider. “That’s it. Take it. Come for me.”
She shook her head. “Can’t. Too soon.”
He lifted a brow. “Really? Then we’re going to be here a long time.”
“What?” She couldn’t process his meaning for several seconds while she concentrated on the way his cock pressed into her, filling her. Not just her pussy, but her heart. Filling her so full she didn’t know where she ended and he began. They were one.
And her clit swelled further against the base of his cock. He lowered his face and kissed her eyes, her nose, her cheeks, her mouth. All the while, he ground himself against her, not pulling out, just pressing harder.
Every movement drove her closer.
Jesus. Maybe she could come again.
Sweat beaded on her brow.
He wasn’t doing anything more than simply grazing her clit over and over again with his body. No fingers. Not even his cock. Just this pressure that built and kept building until she was right there again. A higher peak this time.
“Alena, come. Now,” he demanded.
She cried out as she crested at the same time Ivan pulled out and thrust back into her. Harder.
So full.
She squeezed her eyes shut as she enjoyed that edge. The split second before falling over the precipice. The moment of raw pleasure that preceded the pulsing orgasm. It lasted longer than usual. Maybe a few seconds.
And then she let go, releasing her breath and moaning loudly around the gripping of her tight channel around Ivan’s cock.
The world stopped. Her ears seemed blocked. All she knew was a vacuum of sensation. Bliss. Pure bliss. It spread through her body as she milked his thickness with every pulse. It lasted so long. Longer than any previous orgasm.
She wasn’t sure when she slid back to reality, but she did so finding Ivan thrusting in and out of her several times, rising to meet him, her hips off the mattress, her fingers digging into his. His face was tight. His eyes unseeing even though they were on hers. And then he stopped, his cock deep. He held himself there, grunting his release, letting his eyes slide closed.
She felt every pulse of him deep inside and wished there was no barrier between them so she could enjoy the total package. That would be stupid, and she didn’t live in a world where that sort of risk would be wise, but she wanted it all the same.
When he exhaled slowly, she knew he was coming back to her. He blinked.
She wrapped her legs around his torso. Hugging him against her. Not wanting him to move an inch.
He lowered his face to hers, kissed her lips briefly, and then slid his head to one side to allow it to rest next to hers on the pillow. His fingers loosened their tight grip, and he used his elbows to keep himself marginally aloft.
She loved the feel of him pressing into her. His chest touching her nipples. Her swollen breasts slightly smashed by his bulk. If she could keep him there—on top of her—forever, she would.
But Ivan eventually eased to one side, leaning on his hip, letting his cock slide out of her. He moaned as he did so.
And then his head rested on his palm, his leg tangled between hers, his other hand stroking her cheek. “There are no words.”
She nodded. There weren’t. Nothing in the English language could describe how sated she felt. Honestly, nothing in Russian could, either. Or any of the other three languages she knew.
After several moments, Ivan slid his head down to rest next to hers, seemingly having not enough energy to do anything else.
She wiggled her way onto her side to face him, his leg still pinning her down between hers. “Thank you.”
He smiled slowly. His hand reached up to thread into her hair, and he hauled her forward until he could take her lips. The kiss held new passion. Something different. Something amazing and wonderful. A promise of more.
When he broke free, he held her gaze. “No. Thank you.”
Chapter Fifteen
The pizza was cold when they finally had the energy to haul themselves out of her bed and make their way into the kitchen.
Alena had reached for he
r nighty, but Ivan grasped her wrist to stop her. “It’s lovely. But naked is better.”
She giggled as she followed him toward the kitchen.
Naked.
Both of them.
She stared at the amazing tattoo across his back, admiring it for the millionth time since she met him. As he walked, the wings moved, giving the eagle flight.
He stopped at the guest bathroom to remove the condom while she waited in the doorway, watching. Loving every move he made, even the removal of a condom.
He was so confident, he didn’t even hide his half-erect cock.
She liked that too.
He had enough confidence for both of them. Until three days ago, she wouldn’t have said she had even one tenth of the confidence she’d managed to come up with to drop that towel and bare herself to him.
But she’d been desperate. And since then she’d gotten bolder.
Eating cold pizza in the kitchen naked was the height of bold.
Ivan grabbed plates and served slices while she took a seat at the table.
She watched his tight ass while he had his back to her and his firm abs when he turned around. And then lower. How the hell had he managed to push that into her?
She gripped her thighs together as her pussy clenched. She would do it again in a heartbeat, hopefully in the next hour. Could he do that? She flushed, wondering.
He set everything on the table and shot her a quizzical look. “What?”
“Nothing.” She swallowed as her face heated further.
He tipped his head to one side and grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “What were you thinking?”
She lowered her eyes to his cock. Why not? “How soon can you… You know…” She pursed her lips.
He released her chin, righted himself, and tipped his head back to chuckle. “That’s what you’re thinking? You’re wondering when we can have sex again?”
“Yes.” Was it that ridiculous?
He pulled out his chair and sat, reaching for the beer he’d carried over and taking a sip. He handed it to her next.
She took it, loving the way he decided to share with her instead of bringing two. So intimate. After taking a sip, she set it on the table.
He was still chuckling and shaking his head as he slid a slice of cold pizza toward her. “That was the first time I’ve had sex in months. I shot off too fast. I could do it again right now.” He winked at her as he took a bite. “But I won’t,” he added around the pizza, “because you’re gonna be sore.”
She sat up straighter. She didn’t feel sore, and she sure didn’t want him to coddle her. Her body was alive. Awakened. Ready to go again.
“I’m not sore.”
“Sure. Uh-huh. Right.” He took another drink of the beer and set it between them.
“Ivan, don’t tell me how I feel,” she admonished.
He swallowed another bite and met her gaze, hesitating. “Baby, your pussy is like a vise grip. It had to hurt. In fact, I know it did.”
“For a second. Like a millisecond. And then it felt like heaven.”
“Yeah, well, you’re going to be sore the next time. You need to rest a few days.”
“A few days.” She shoved back from the table as she nearly shouted those words. “This is the twenty-first century, Ivan. I don’t need a two-week break in between sex.”
He smirked. “Don’t get all pissy. I just mean I don’t want to hurt you. Ever. I was probably too rough even that time. For your first time. I intended to be gentle, but I got carried away.”
“And I liked it.”
“Good.” He reached for her face and stroked his thumb across her bottom lip. “Because I like rough. And you liked it too. And it’s going to be like that often.”
She felt the stroke of his thumb all the way to her sex. “First you spend days dictating to me about when I’m permitted to have sex in the first place, and now that you’ve opened Pandora’s box, you want me to wait two days to experience it again?” She shook her head, dislodging his hand from her face. “Not gonna happen, Ivan. Stop worrying about my damn virtue. It’s done. It’s yours. It’s been yours for months. And I don’t want to wait forty-eight hours to experience it again. Not even forty-eight minutes.”
He smirked again. “Testy.” As if she weren’t pissed, he took another casual bite of pizza and chewed while staring at her. “Fine.”
“Fine?” Just like that?
“Yes. Fine. You want to fuck again, who am I to argue? You know your body better than me. But there’s a catch.”
“What’s that?” She was not going to like his catch.
“Stop digging your heels in with me. Let go of this need to control. I’m way out of my comfort zone with letting you get your way.” He set his elbows on the table and leaned forward until inches separated them.
“I’m a Dom, Alena. You know that. And you’re intent on manipulating me every chance you get. It’s cute. It’s sometimes sexy. You’re feisty. I get that. But this is the last play I’m going to give you for a while. Got it?”
She nodded. She got it. And she loved it. Every word.
“I’ll take you over that edge all night if you want. Over and over again. But you need to stop making demands. And not just in the bedroom. I’m talking about your safety too. Mikhail might have let you manipulate him for the last year, but he’s your brother. He felt bad about the years you were separated. He’s a pushover.
“I’m not your brother. I’m your lover. Your man. And I intend to protect you and keep you safe. We do that my way.”
She leaned back. What was he saying? “You’re wrong about Mikhail. He didn’t let me leave the first apartment we lived in for six months. And then we moved in here, and the only fresh air I had was to and from fights. He’s not a pushover. He’s even worried about me when it comes to you. I told you he came to the clinic today. It wasn’t because he wanted to take me to lunch.”
Ivan smirked. “Did he warn you off me?”
“Sort of. He’s worried about me. He’s always going to worry about me.”
“I can understand that. If you were my sister, I’d be out of my mind, especially if I thought you were hooking up with someone like me. Do I need to talk to him again?”
“No. He’s good. He just wanted to take my pulse after your confrontation Sunday morning.”
“Good. Now back to your safety—”
She cut him off. “Don’t even try to tell me you aren’t going to let me work anymore. Because I’ll walk out the door and not look back if you’re thinking of locking me up so I don’t see the light of day. I can’t live that way.”
She kept going. “And, don’t feed me some line of shit that it’s just until Yenin is caught because I’ve been living in a just-until-Yenin-is-caught world for over a year. Since the day I landed in the land of freedom. There’s no guarantee it will end soon. There are no guarantees in life at all. And I want to live. Really live. I want to have sex. And I want to breathe.” She crossed her arms as she finished, daring him to contradict her.
He ate another bite of the pizza she had no interest in. Taking his time, he chewed, swallowed, and got a drink. And then he leaned back and took a deep breath. “You done?”
“Yes.” She wished she had clothes, but yes.
“I’m sorry you were dealt such a shit hand. It sucks. I don’t know what it would feel like to not be able to leave the apartment. I hear you. And I promise when this is over, I’ll find a way to make it up to you. But when this is over, I want you to be alive to live.
“I’m not going to insist you stop going to the clinic, so take a breath. It’s safe there. Safer than some places. It’s well guarded. I feel relatively relaxed when you’re there.
“But I’m not going to allow you to walk out the door and skip down the street, either. That’s not safe. And I need you to defer to my instincts on occasion without lip. If I feel like something is off, let me have that and don’t argue with me.”
He leaned for
ward again, closing the gap. He even reached out a hand under the table and dragged her chair closer to his until his knee bonked into hers. “You bring something out of me I didn’t know existed. You’re sweet and kind and innocent—though less innocent than an hour ago—and you bring me to my knees.”
She didn’t move an inch. Couldn’t.
“We just had the most vanilla sex of my life. And I liked it. Loved it. I could do that for the next eighty years and be perfectly content. That’s huge for me, Alena. And it’s all you.”
“I don’t want to change you,” she muttered, concerned about where this was going.
He shook his head. “I know you don’t. And you didn’t do anything. It just happened. But that, what we just did in your bed, was the first time. It won’t always be like that. I can already tell I won’t be as dominant with you as I have been with other women, but I will be demanding nevertheless. In bed.
“It has nothing to do with how I am out of bed. When we’re having sex, I like control. I like it because I can see what it does to a woman when I do it. Including you.”
She interrupted. “I’d prefer you stick to just me as long as you’re with me.” Would he see other women?
He jerked back a few inches as if she’d punched him. “Seriously? You think I’d fuck around on you?”
“No,” she muttered. Did she?
He closed his eyes, seeming to control some unknown emotion. And then he looked her in the eye. “I have not looked at, thought about, or touched another woman since the day we met. That’s how I feel about you. So no. I would never even think of cheating on you.”
“Okay.” Her heart raced.
He didn’t say anything for several long moments, and then he licked his lips and continued. “Anyway, what I’m trying to say is dominance has an effect on you that makes my dick hard just thinking about it. Even subtle dominance like holding your hands down while I thrust my cock into you. Demanding you look at me. Praising your actions.” His voice dipped lower, softer. Caressing her skin without touching her.
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