“You have too many clothes on,” he said thickly.
Tiffany eyed him brazenly. “So do you.”
Ivan stripped out of his boxer briefs and knelt on the bed in front of her. He took his time sliding her panties down over her hips, and then her legs. He threw them behind him with great flourish. Tiffany giggled. Her laughter faded when Ivan reached up to stroke her fully. “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to pick up where we left off.”
Ivan made good on his promise of learning what drove Tiffany wild. He took his time discovering the many nuances of her body. After exploring and touching her in various places, he cued in to her sensitive spots and gave them his complete attention. It wasn’t long before Tiffany sat up on her elbows.
“Ivan, I can’t wait anymore. I want you inside me now.”
He retrieved a condom out of his nightstand drawer, and after putting it on, he settled over her.
“Relax, sweetheart. You’re tense.”
“Am I? Sorry. The anticipation is driving me crazy.”
“I know the feeling. I just don’t want to hurt you.”
Tiffany took a few deep breaths when she felt him easing inside her.
“Are you okay?” he asked in a strained voice.
“I’m fine,” she assured him.
When Ivan pushed forward, Tiffany sucked in her breath. She felt like smiling in pure satisfaction as she felt her muscles give way to accommodate his size. With purposeful strides, he set the pace and she held on to his shoulders to catch the rhythm. For Tiffany, there were no words to describe what it felt like to finally be making love with Ivan. No daydreams or fantasies could ever match the real thing. He coaxed her body to reach heights it never had before.
A harmonious concert played out between her body, mind and heart, and for Tiffany, it was epic. Whatever she could reach, she explored. When she stuck her tongue in his ear, he almost came off the bed.
“Baby, you do that again, and this roller coaster will be over before we get to the first loopty-loop.”
She burst out laughing. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, it felt good—just a little too good.”
Later, Ivan tensed, and then he cursed.
Tiffany wasn’t close yet, but she found out seconds later that with Ivan, her not climaxing wasn’t an option. He rolled her over so that she was on top. She steadied herself by placing her hands on his chest. He held her waist and set a faster tempo. Her body reacted instantly.
“Ivan,” she gasped.
He leaned up and held her tight. Tiffany locked her legs around his waist.
“Time to let go, sweetheart.”
His gentle command was enough for her to do just that. Tiffany became engulfed in a sea so sweet, she never wanted it to end. A few seconds later, Ivan buried his face against her neck and let himself get caught up in the wave, too.
They stilled moments later before collapsing against the sheets. Outside, another clap of thunder sounded overhead.
A few minutes later, Ivan ran a hand over Tiffany’s backside.
“Are you alive?”
She murmured into his neck. “Mmm-hmm. You?”
“Sort of,” he replied. Ivan sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Tiffany protested the lack of warmth.
“Where are you going?”
“To the bathroom. Come on,” he said. “Let’s take a shower.”