He arched a brow as he sat up, settling to his knees. “You don’t have cooling magic and I’m not in pain.”
I leaned forward and pushed at his covered chest for him. It was just as firm as I remembered. “I said,” I dipped my fingers into the top of his trousers, gently yanking at his pants. “Lay back.”
His brows furrowed into a frown but then understanding took hold and those jeweled eyes brightened, accompanying a wide, boyish grin. “You’re so right. I do need some help.”
I chuckled, releasing him from his pants. I bit my lower lip. He was the same as I remembered. Large and hard but with a glowing iridescence covering the thin skin, horizontal ridges ran the length of him. It was as if he was made for me. My pussy clenched at the memory of him inside me from all those years ago. His tip was already leaking pearl droplets, and I swiped the slit with my finger, bringing the liquid to my tongue. He tasted like sweet mint.
His gaze hooded, and he lifted a hand to touch me, but I gently knocked it away. “Place your hands above your head.”
He opened his mouth then closed it before raising his arms and placing them behind his head. “You always liked to have control.”
This was true, and Ivan never had a problem giving me the power. Even as an alpha, when it came to me, it was almost as ifour roles were reversed. At least in bed. I knew that it was a turn on to him for me to take control.
I gripped the base of his cock, just above the knot. “And you love it.” He winked in response right before I began to slowly stroke him, maintaining a tight grip.
He sucked in a breath, thighs tensing. “That I do.”
I quickened my pace, pleased to see his head tilt back, mouth falling open. He was dripping over my hand now, making the glide much easier. The muscles on his arms tensed as he struggled not to move his hands. My pussy vibrated at the sight. Making him struggle was so intoxicating.
I reached beneath his knot to gently massage his balls, and his thick thighs spread wider for easier access, pupils shifting into slits. “Fuck, love, if you keep this up, I’ll come soon.”
I paused my movements, narrowing my eyes. “You’d better not. You’ll come when I say come, husband.”
He choked out a laugh. “Say that again.”
“Will you do as I say?”
“You literally have me by the balls, I’ll do anything you want, Sunshine.”
I leaned forward and licked over his tip, tasting the icy flavor. “Good boy.”
I then took him deep in my mouth, still massaging his balls and holding him stiffly. He cursed, back arching as I wiped my tongue along his ridges. He was getting too excited, and my nipples hardened just watching him squirm from my efforts. However, if I wanted to make this last, I had to slow it down. I released him from my mouth with an audible pop.
I then moved my hands to his thighs rubbing up and down over his cool skin. Without thinking, I kissed his inner thigh, giving the tight skin a slight nibble. “Shall I continue, husband?”
He was practically shivering beneath me. “Fuck yes.”
I cocked a playful brow. “Fuck yes, what?”
He grinned. “Fuck yes, please, goddess, wife, my omega.”
I could feel myself dripping for him. He really knew how to turn me on. I gripped his dripping cock again and pumped him. His hips jutted up to match my movements, but I slowed my movements, bringing him to a pause, before dipping down to take him halfway in my mouth. I continued to pump his cock as I ran my tongue again along his sensitive ridges.
He groaned, and I looked up to see he’d moved his hands to the bedding, fingers gripping the blankets so tightly his knuckles were white. “Wife, I’m going to come. Please don’t stop, please.”
I loved when he begged. A trickle of slick escaped down my right thigh, and I became dizzy with lust. I continued to stroke him but released him from my mouth. “Now, you know better than to tell me what to do.”
He glared down at me, his face desperate with need as his body continued to gyrate under my fingers. “I did say please.”
I tapped my chin with my free hand, continuing my ministrations and quickening my speed with my other hand. “You did. I can give you that. Now don’t move.” I licked along the underside of his cock before taking him in my mouth again.
He swore, as I continued, fighting to prevent his body from moving, until he could hold still no longer. He slammed his hips up but still not as high as he could have gone with my tight hold on him. His body spasmed, and I felt the first long rope of his cold release down my throat. My pussy tightened as I watched him lose control, his back arching, eyes closed tight, his cry of pleasure making me dampen even more. He soon settled back down to my bedding, and I licked him almost clean, bringing forth another orgasm from him.
When I was done, he looked at me with glazed, gracious eyes. It was one of many little things I used to like about him. The way he never took any intimate moment between us for granted. I had been surprised by that early on because he was cocky anddesired by many. I assumed that sex was so easy for him that he didn’t value it as much. I was wrong. I was always wrong when it came to him in those early days.
He sat up, pulling up his pants. He then pulled me to his lap. I normally would have protested, and he knew this, but he began to purr, the rumbling bass in his chest loud in the quiet room. “Thank you, love.” He placed his hand on my thigh and slowly moved it to my center. “Do you need a nap or do you want to… play some more.”
Yes, I absolutely wanted to play. My body would punish me if I didn’t.
