“We should get back to the party.”
Ivan let go of both of her hands and agreed, only he didn’t move away.
“Ivan,” she said, giggling.
He sucked on her neck as he moved to the skirt of her dress. Lifting it up, he ran his fingers over her thighs, finding exactly what he was looking for.
Her pussy.
Without panties.
His need went up two notches. “Do you have any idea what you do to me? I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you all day long. I need you now.”
“At the Christmas party?”
“There’s no better place.”
He’d been wanting Delaney for so long. Having her now was a dream come true.
Chapter 17
“Someone might see us,” she whispered softly with a hitch in her voice. He looked down at her lips and moved his hand lower, over her collarbone, across her breasts pressed against the silky material of her gown, and over her arm.
He placed his finger on her wrist, feeling her pulse beating wildly there, too. A low sound left him at that, at the fact she was frantic for him.
“Even if they do, I don’t fucking care,” he said against her lips. “Do you?”
She shook her head.
“This is so crazy.” Her eyes were wide as she looked at him, but there was pleasure, anticipation in her voice.
“Tell me to touch your pussy, really touch it, baby.” He liked to hear dirty shit while claiming his woman. “Tell me, baby.”
There was clear arousal in her expression, in her body language, but she was also nervous. He knew it was a combination of the fact there were people right on the other side of the wall he had her pressed up against. He could see that on her face, and it made his cock jerk.
She didn’t speak right away, but despite that, he felt her heat, the wetness between her thighs. He ran the pad of his finger back and forth, lightly over her slit, seeing her pupils dilate even more for him.
He saw her resistance crumbling in the face of her lust.
“Touch me,” Delaney said softly. When she closed her eyes and sucked in another breath, he knew she was relinquishing herself in this one moment, and giving herself over to him.
Ivan touched her pussy. She was all slick, smooth, hot and soaked, and it was all for him, all because of him. Taking his other hand, he placed it on the wall beside her head, and held off from groaning.
“What if someone hears, or sees us?” she asked again, but her words held no strength.
He leaned down to bury his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply. She smelled sweet, and he ran his tongue up the length of her throat.
God, he loved her neck, how slender it was, how he could feel her pulse beating frantically right below her ear.
“And if they do?” Ivan didn’t care if anyone saw them. It would turn him on knowing someone saw him claiming her.
Ivan worked his fingers over her pussy lips and couldn’t stop the groan that left him at the smoothness of her flesh. He started grinding himself against her, his cock aching to be deep inside of her body.
“Tell me how it feels.” It would turn him on like nothing else for her to admit to him that he was the one making her feel incredible. He wanted Delaney to give him this.
He didn’t know if she realized it or not, but she was working herself on his hand, moving her pussy back and forth ever so slightly.
He was an arrogant bastard, and he got this sick kind of power knowing that she was doing what he said, saying what she felt.
“It feels so good, Ivan.”
He looked into her eyes and pressed his thumb against her clit at the same time he placed the pad of his index finger right at her pussy hole.
“When I get my cock in your cunt, I don’t plan on taking it nice and easy. I won’t be able to control myself.” Her gasp pleased him.
He worked his fingers through her folds, moved them up and down her slit, and then started rubbing her clit back and forth, wanting, no, needing her to come for him.
“Ivan.”
“That’s it, baby.”
He wanted her screaming his name as he fucked her, wanted her scratching his back as he pounded his dick in and out of her. He wanted her legs around his waist tightly, holding onto him as he claimed her in every irrevocable way.
“I want to fuck you,” he said against her neck.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“I want my cock in your cunt. I want you giving me everything because you need me as much as I fucking need you.” He stroked her faster, harder, and knew she would get off in a matter of seconds.
He slowed his actions, and as a result she dug her fingers into his chest. “I want you to tell me you want me inside of you,” he said low, husky.