I ignore the ice sliding down my spine. “You go home. But you do it with the feel of me in every step you take,” I mutter as I begin fucking her again.

12

Christina

“Ivan, it’s almost nine o’clock. I really do have to go home soon, at the very least to relieve the nurse.” I moan as he licks all over my neck.

This man is insatiable. I have lost count of how many times he has fucked me and the number of orgasms I have had. Even when he wasn’t fucking me he was buried inside me like he is right now.

The only exception was for almost thirty whole minutes when he cooked me dinner and fed me, ending with the dessert of his cock in my mouth. He wouldn’t even give me five minutes while I called Abuelo and used the excuse of work for being late. Ivan had me sitting on his cock and was playing with my breasts as I tried not to gasp at what he was doing to me.

I have studied every inch of his gorgeous body, my prize for him staying inside me. Licking my way over his muscled chest, tracing my fingertips over what I swear is not a six-pack but an eight-pack. I can’t get enough of him so I don’t really mind his greedy hunger for my body.

Nothing about today was what I imagined it would be. It’s incredibly intimate, not just the sex. It’s the way Ivan mounted a full-scale interrogation of my most personal thoughts, memories, and likes. He wanted to know everything from my favorite foods, favorite artist, to when I knew I wanted to paint. At first, he wasn’t as open about his past as he demanded me to be, but when I told him that I wouldn’t answer his questions until he answered mine he changed his mind.

This was supposed to be just mindless fucking, except it felt nothing like it, or maybe I’m wrong. Considering this is only the second relationship I’ve ever had, but it doesn’t feel like it. I don’t want to go home. But I also don’t want to face a questioning Abuelo and I’m exhausted in the best way.

His hands go into my hair. Why do I love it so much when he does that? He licks my bottom lip before sucking on it. I swear it goes straight to my clit and I clench tight around his cock. Ouch.

He pulls back. “Are you okay?”

His concern hits me right in the tummy. I bury my head in his chest. “I’m sore. I’m sorry.”

He swears in three different languages. “I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m so damn sorry.” Gently, he lifts me off him. “I wanted you sore but I never meant to hurt you.”

The tortured expression on his face tears at me. I press my hand against his cheek. “Hey, it’s okay—”

Shaking his head, he grasps my wrist. “No, it isn’t. Damn it, Christina, don’t let me off easy. I should have stopped sooner. You’re not just mine to have but to protect and take care of. Nothing hurts you. Not even me.”

Don’t cry, don’t cry, it will definitely ruin this. Ivan keeps backing away from me. It would be funny if the moment didn’t feel so charged with emotion. I do the only thing I can think of: I’m able to grasp his cock. He hardens, I go down on my knees. My mouth waters for him. I’m wondering if I’m a weirdo for how much I love taking him in my mouth.

The few times Brandon had asked me to, I couldn’t even bring myself to touch him. Once he pressed it against my lips and I gagged. He never asked again.

But with Ivan, god, even sore I’m aching to have him inside me. Once today, I was so turned on I almost came without even touching myself. Licking the tip of him, his gasp has me smiling. I look up at him.

“I’m sore, really sore, but you didn’t hurt me.”

Gripping him tightly, the way he likes, I stroke down to the velvety soft sacs that for some crazy reason fascinate me. Carefully, I massage them before taking them into my mouth. He groans, trying to pull away. My name is a moan. I love it. I’m on my knees in front of this big, tall, gorgeous man bulging with muscles with maybe two percent body fat. And I’m the one in control this time.

Sucking lightly on the tip of his cock, I swirl my tongue around. I press a kiss to the slit. Then I stand, still holding him in my hand.

“I won’t keep going if you’re going to continue beating yourself up. You didn’t make me do anything I didn’t want to. You have given me so much pleasure, there is a part of me terrified I’ll wake up and it will all be another dream. So many dreams of you and what today might have been, and none of them came close to how amazing it was. Don’t end this day with regret, for anything, please.”

Both hands cup my face, he leans his forehead against mine. Our eyes meet and hold and okay, I understand what eye-fucking means. This man is truly gifted. My clit is tingling from what he is doing and his hands are only on my cheeks. But it’s the tender way he’s holding me that is twisting me up inside.

“You drive a hard bargain. I cannot deny you when you ask so sweetly.”

Brushing a thumb over my bottom lip, he smiles. I could get addicted to his smiles.

“As much as I want you, I swear if you say no and mean it, I will honor that. Every time, I promise.”

I can’t help laughing. “I really don’t see that happening, but it’s nice to know.” Grasping him again, I sigh with pleasure. I savor the feel of him, soft and silky, so damn hot, pulsing with his heartbeat.

He shakes his head. Pressing a kiss to the edge my mouth, he grips my wrist and pulls me away. “No, if you cannot come right now then neither can I.”

Before I can argue he picks me up and carries me into the bathroom. I like the way he carries me around, after all these years of being told I was a fat-ass, when Ivan carries me, he makes me feel small and protected.

Sitting on the edge of the enormous bathtub that is more like a jacuzzi, I finally get a chance to take in the room. Damn, he is rich. The room is huge, done in white marble on the floor and the walls. Gleaming silver fixtures are so shiny I wonder if they are actually silver. Since I don’t see a toilet I can only assume a closed door leads to it.

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