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I don't answer. Instead, I hold his gaze, letting my eyes speak for me. The unspoken message is clear—yes, it was on purpose. I'm done with pretending, done with ignoring the attraction that's been building between us. Those orgasms he gave me require a rematch. Pronto.
Ivan seems to understand. He stands up, and in one fluid motion, he's right in front of me, his presence overwhelming. He pulls me close, one hand firm on my back, his other hand gently tilting my chin up. "I've been thinking about kissing you since I saw you on the courthouse steps," he confesses, his voice a rumbling whisper.
We never actually kissed. That night, he ate me whole, but our lips never met…
The admission sends a shiver through me. I've wanted this, fantasized about it, but hearing him say it out loud makes it real. The anticipation is almost too much to bear.
He kisses me. It's not a gentle, questioning kiss. It's powerful, demanding, a floodgate opening after being held back for too long. His lips are firm against mine, insistent, and I respond with equal fervor. My arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.
The pent-up desire, the tension, all of it comes pouring out in one kiss. Ivan's hands roam over my back, pulling me even closer, his touch igniting a fire that's been smoldering for far too long.
As we finally break apart, panting, the reality of what just happened hits me. I've just kissed my boss, now my husband, the man I've been drooling over for months. And it was everything I'd imagined and more.
We stand there, inches apart, breathing heavily. The look in Ivan's eyes is one I've never seen before—raw, exposed, and utterly captivating. It's a look that says this is just the beginning, that there's so much more to explore, to discover beyond that handful of minutes on my couch.
In the quiet luxury of the plane, on our way to a tropical paradise, everything seems possible. The rules, the expectations, the roles we've played all fall away, leaving just Ivan and me, and the undeniable truth of our attraction.
Chapter 14
Ivan
We move toward the bedroom, closing the door behind us. Slowly, with a reverence that surprises even me, I gently slide my fingers beneath the straps of her dress, allowing it to slowly fall away, revealing skin that's soft and inviting under my fingertips. I’d missed this. I’ve been dying to touch her again. Her breath quickens, her chest rising and falling with anticipation.
There's a nervous excitement in her eyes, a willingness to explore the unknown territory we're venturing into.
I sense her nervousness but also her willingness, her trust in me to guide her through this experience. It's a responsibility I don't take lightly. This isn’t just the whim of a hot moment, a response to a saucy text. This is our first night as husband and wife. With every touch, every kiss, I'm careful to gauge her reactions, ensuring she's comfortable and that this is what she wants.
As her last garment slips away, leaving her exposed and vulnerable, I take a moment to appreciate her beauty in this specific context. My woman. The dim light casts her in a soft glow, highlighting the contours of her body. She's stunning, a vision of desire and openness that captivates me entirely.
Julie stands before me, the lights casting a gentle glow on her. I'm struck by the sheer beauty of her form. Her skin is soft and luminous, a canvas of natural grace that invites my touch. Her shoulders are delicately curved, leading down to arms that have a subtle strength to them. Her breasts are full and round, her nipples small and pink. My gaze moves down, all along her figure, down to the thatch of blonde hair above her womanhood. There’s a tingling sensation in my upper lip, a remnant of that night on her couch.
God, I want her.
"Come here," I growl, my voice low and laced with desire. As we approach the bed, each step feels charged with an exhilarating anticipation.
Julie's gaze meets mine, a mixture of excitement and a hint of apprehension dancing in her eyes. "Ivan," she whispers, her voice a velvet caress that sends shivers down my spine.
She lays back and I climb onto the bed, my body hovering over hers. The proximity heightens the intensity of the moment, each breath we take mingling in the charged air between us.
"You're beautiful," I say, not just as a compliment, but as a simple statement of truth. My hands gently trace the contours of her body, exploring the landscape that's both familiar and still so new.
Julie's response is a soft sigh, her body responding to my touch with a subtle arching up toward me. "And you are too damn handsome for your own good," she breathes out, her hands reaching up to caress my face.
I savor the moments before we make love, drinking in the sight of her naked body beneath me. I’m hard as stone, my cock throbbing with an eagerness to be buried inside her. Julie reaches down, wrapping her slender fingers around my manhood, a small smile forming on her full, luscious lips.
“Tell me what you want,” I command, lowering myself to kiss her, the tip of my cock grazing against her slick folds.
“You. I want you.” She flashes me a sly smile.
“Then show me.”
She strokes me a bit more, the backs of her nails grazing against the underside of my cock. Julie takes hold of me once more, pulling me into her. I feel her lips spread, followed by the warmth of her pussy as my head pushes in.
“Oh…. Oh, wow…” she gasps.
The words are carried by her hot breath as I sink into her balls deep. She’s tight, but with a slow, deep plunge, I stretch her out, reach her depth. She moans, squirming underneath me as she wraps her legs around my waist, guiding me in as far as I can go.
I lower myself as I pull back and push into her again. She opens those gorgeous eyes, looking right at me. She’s innocent and vulnerable, but there’s a sly, animal hunger to the way she regards me, as if she’s ready to show me her wild side.
