Ivan broke eye contact and kissed her neck, pulling her out of her thoughts. His hot breath soothed her, as his lips caressed her earlobe. “Bend over,” he whispered. “Ready for me, sweetheart? Let go of yourself, okay. Promise?”
“Yes…!”
Samira rested her palms on the edge of the sink and offered him her as**s, then she felt him easing his hard co**ck inside her, slowly and gently – because he knew he was big.
“You’re so tight,” he grunted, moving his hi**ps fast, but taking her gently.
Samira couldn’t speak now, the lust was so overwhelming. He was very well-endowed, and the thrill of taking him deeper and deeper was enhanced by the pleasure/pain sensation. He was incredible. She turned her head and gasped, throwing him a grin of delight.
He smiled coolly, then he eased himself fully inside and reached around to rub her cl**it, zooming glorious pleasure into that tightly focused area. He started to thrust deep as he pulled her hi**ps strongly towards him so she could feel his balls banging against her thigh. His co**ck skimmed her G-spot and his fingers fondled her cl**it with the perfect speed and pressure, and very quickly the orgasm caught, flooding Samira’s mind with absolute ecstasy – more than she’d ever felt. She heard herself groaning loudly as the ecstasy took her, making her cry out like an untamed animal.
She sensed Ivan tense behind her as he shot his load deep inside. He instinctively pulled them even tighter together, giving Samira another wave of joy. She grinned and groaned, flying high on this wonderful plane of reality – a place where the Iranian government were terrified of losing their young people to. And Samira understood why. This was empowering, liberating – it made her feel as if she could do anything. She grinned instinctively as Ivan’s thrusts slowly decreased behind her, giving her a less intense but more contented type of pleasure, leaving a secure feeling of power in its wake.
Eventually she opened her eyes and they made eye contact in the mirror. Samira giggled. Ivan laughed and gazed at her in awe. Her mind was still a little bit in the dream-world of the orgasm, but she knew her world was changed now for a while. No matter what happened tomorrow, she knew she’d wake up and carry this euphoric tingling with her. She sensed that Ivan had given her a little piece of his soul, and she would carry it with her, close to her heart.
She sighed, still bent over the sink, with Ivan still filling her from behind. “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”
He gazed at her. “You’re f**king beautiful when you come, Samira. Thank you for keeping your promise and giving me yourself.”
“Thank you. You’re a very good lover, Ivan.”
She stood up slowly, and he eased himself out of her. Then she turned to kiss him and – as natural as breathing – his arms fell around her. She pressed her sweaty pleasure-drenched body against his, feeling as if they’d known each other forever. Samira rested her head on his shoulder. She felt drunk – the orgasm had been so intense.
Ivan held her tight and kissed her affectionately. “Hey, if you ever need help with any other stuck faucets, be sure to let me know, right?”
Samira chuckled, feeling as light and free as a little girl. Then she lifted her head and gazed at him like an adult. “Actually, there is a problem with the bed in the guest room – where you’re staying. Perhaps we should take a look at it together. What do you say?”
“I say, f**king great idea!”
Chapter Four
Ivan awoke the next morning feeling a sensation that he hadn’t felt for years – happiness. And satisfaction. Optimism. It was as if life had somehow taken on a deeper dimension overnight – a dimension that he’d only ever glimpsed at during his childhood. Those rare days when he’d been happy, staying out of trouble… playing baseball in the park with his brothers; riding their bikes so fast they felt they were flying... He opened his eyes and saw his bedroom was bright and airy. It was calming; comforting. And he was sure he could hear the ocean in the distance. Joy whirled up inside him and he realised how foreign this was to him.
The last eighteen months had been an exhausting slog, because he and Tariq had been obsessed with their project, which was time-consuming and highly pressurised. They knew it was potentially life-changing stuff, and not just for them – they’d convinced themselves that humanity needed this device, and every time Ivan heard about world events –riots, corruption, famine – he was reminded of how urgent it was to get it out there.
But the work took its toll on his quality of life. He tended to wake up early and drag himself to the Manhattan office on autopilot, where he and Tariq would work their as**ses off for twelve hours straight, stopping only for food, or sometimes for an evening escape to a bar, where Ivan would meet fellow desperate and lonely – but busy – women who he would share brief encounters with. Ivan always ensured sex was good for the woman he was with, but sometimes it felt as if he was simply taking care of a body function – like eating or drinking. It was just something that needed to be done; a relief of tension. And the next morning, he’d leave early and get back to work, knowing that the woman he’d spent the night with would also be in a hurry to leave...
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