But then he stopped massaging and laid down completely on the pillow. “I need to taste your tight little pussy.”
His hands gripped her hips and eased her ass down so she was sitting over his face, then his tongue delved between her thighs, licking her throbbing clit – followed by his strong fingers which slid in and out of her wet pussy.
She grinned with pleasure, relishing the warm thrill that was swirling between her legs. “Feels so good, Ivan...”
“I love sixty-nining with you, sweetheart,” he said.
Trying to focus on the blowjob, she lowered her upper body and sucked hard on his cock, using one hand to cup his balls and the other to grip his erection, sliding her hand up and down the shaft as her lips led the way.
It was incredibly erotic to give and receive pleasure in this way – feeling him attending to her, while she did the same to him. And he was so skilled with his mouth and fingers, flicking his tongue against her clit and rubbing her G-spot hard and fast. Her pussy contracted and she realized she was going to climax as the wave of euphoria washed over her, dragging her to a joyful plane of reality. She tried to stop herself – because this was supposed to be for him – but she let herself go as she felt his legs tense and his own orgasm strike – ratcheting up Samira’s lust and throwing her over the edge.
She knew he’d be happy for her to move as he came, but there was something intimate about letting him come in her mouth, so she kept sucking as he emptied his sticky load. Ivan moaned throatily as he came, vibrating over her pussy, and enhancing her own orgasm – causing her to groan loudly. Samira vaguely realized that Ivan had inserted the tip of his finger between her ass cheeks, increasing the blissful delight even further. Samira melted into her surroundings, and the only thing in her universe now was the wonderful jubilation that she shared with her perfect man. Nothing else mattered in this moment but them and their love.
As the magnificent lust faded and was replaced with a stable and warm contentment, she panted deeply and drifted back to the room. She glanced over her shoulder and Ivan grinned at her.
“Feeling better?
Samira chuckled and nodded. “Much better.”
“Every problem is always solvable – I told you.”
“Maybe you’re right.”
“Come here, babe.”
She crawled over to join him, enjoying the warm sticky taste of his semen in her mouth. It was thick and comforting somehow. She flopped down onto his warm chest and his strong arms fell around her. She was still worried that she’d upset and offended the Quinlans, and she was keen to make things better. And she had no idea what the hell they were going to do with all that cocaine… What if Langdon came after them…?
She pushed her worries aside and focused on enjoying this perfect moment of escape with her husband – in their own private universe of love and happiness.
Chapter Twenty
Ivan always loved to be proved right, but it was even more satisfying when he was proved right for a good reason. He was certain everyone was going to love Samira, and now he was going to show her it was true.
He carried Quin and held Samira’s hand as they stepped into the living room, where all the women had gathered for Amy’s low-key bachelorette party. It was cozy in here. The wooden floorboards were covered with soft rugs, and the couches were huge and comfortable. The upright piano in the corner was the same one Joseph had learnt to play on all those years ago – when no one would’ve imagined where his music would take him. The mantle above the fireplace at the far-end of the room was covered in framed photos of the family – the kids graduating, fun family holidays… and newer photos of Ivan’s brothers with their girlfriends – who were now all gathered here. Sarah – Dylan’s girlfriend – was sitting on one couch next to Amy – the bride-to-be, and Clara was sitting next to Ellie – Joe’s girlfriend – on the other couch. Mrs. Quinlan senior was sitting on an old favorite armchair, relaxing and enjoying her time with all her honorary daughters, as well as her real one.
They all stopped talking as Ivan and Samira halted inside the door.
“Ivan, it’s lovely to see you!” His mom leapt up and hugged him. “And who’s this little guy? And this beautiful young lady?”
Ivan had no idea whether Adam or Clara had already blabbed, but it was clear his mother wanted an official introduction.
“Mom, this is Samira – the woman I’ve been searching for all this time. And this is our son, Quin. Meet your grandson.”
“Grandson?” Mrs. Quinlan gasped with joy and reached out to take Quin from Ivan’s arms. With five grown-up children of her own, she was very maternal and loved kids, and Quin seemed delighted to go to her.
“Hello, young man,” she said, as he grinned at his grandmother. She transferred her affectionate gaze to Samira. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, sweetheart. We’ve heard so much about you. You’re very welcome in our home.”
“Thank you,” Samira said, turning on the meek act she’d learnt so well in Iran to cover up her wild side. “It’s wonderful to meet you, Mrs. Quinlan.”
“Oh, you should call me mom.”
Samira’s eyes welled up with tears. “Thank you, mom. I’d be honored to call you that.”
Ivan glanced at Clara. “I take it my sister was unable to keep her mouth shut about how we ran off to Las Vegas and got married, then?”
Mrs. Quinlan’s face flashed with a confused smile. “No, she didn’t mention any of that…”
Ivan laug