“Good,” Ivan says, following up his finger tracing with kisses.
“Ivan, are you trying to seduce me this morning?” I ask him playfully.
“I’m not trying,lyubimaya, I’m doing it.” Ivan smiles as he peppers kisses across my chest. His hand moves up to grasp and gently massage my breast. The feel of his lips on my body sends sparks shooting straight into my core.
“Think you can take me again this morning,lyubimaya?” he asks before wrapping his lips around one of my nipples and sucking gently.
“Yes,” I reply letting out a moan.
Ivan takes that as his cue to move lower down my body and towards my core. He spreads my thighs wide, putting me on full display for him.
“Fuck, Emma. If I touch you, will you be wet for me?” he asks with a low growl.
“Yes,” is all I can get out before I feel Ivan’s tongue lick my pussy in one long stroke.
“Fuck me, you are delicious,” he says before latching his lips around my clit and sucking on it like he’s taking a long pull from a cigarette. He alternates between flicking my clit with his tongue and licking me like a popsicle.
When Ivan inserts a finger inside me, my back arches off the bed and I moan. He watches me as he pumps a finger inside me while keeping his thumb circling my clit. A warm feeling starts building in my core and rising higher.
Ivan inserts a second finger into my pussy, and my back arches again. My hips gain a mind of their own, and start moving in time with Ivan’s fingers as he fucks me.
“That’s it, Emma. Ride my fingers and get that pussy ready for me,” he growls as he increases his pace.
Ivan replaces his thumb on my clit with his mouth, and with one lick, I’m done for. I tumble over the edge into bliss, the orgasm spreading down my body and making my toes curl. Ivan eats me like I’m the last thing he'll ever enjoy, licking and sucking up every bit he can of my release while my walls flutter around his fingers. He continues pumping his fingers inside me until I come down from my high, then puts them in his mouth to suck them dry while I watch.
“Such a good girl, Emma. You came so beautifully for me,” he says.
“I want to feel you inside me, Ivan. Please,” I beg him.
Ivan reaches over to the side table for the bottle of lube we used last night. He squirts some onto his fingers and then presses them to my pussy, tracing my entrance and stimulating my clit again. He pushes two fingers into me again, making sure that my entrance is ready for him. Ivan squirts more lube into his hand and I watch as he strokes himself from root to tip, precum already beading at the top.
“Are you ready?” Ivan asks as he notches himself at my entrance.
I nod, and Ivan gently pushes himself inside me. Groans of pleasure escape both of us. It takes two thrusts for Ivan to fully seat himself inside me, holding himself still so I can get used to the feeling.
“You are so fucking warm and tight,” he tells me, desperately trying to hold in his control.
I grasp his shoulders and pull him down for a kiss. Ivan starts moving, pumping into me slowly and with purpose.
We find a perfect rhythm, my hips meeting his thrusts. He places my legs over his shoulders, and I feel him going deeper than he did last night. Ivan’s pace increases as he places his thumb on my clit, rubbing in circles while his thrusts become deeper and harder.
“You’re getting close, Emma. I can feel it. Come for me, baby,” he says. The sound of his voice is all it takes to finish sending me over the edge.
I scream his name as I come, the orgasm slamming into me and spreading across my entire body. Ivan follows right behind me, grunting and moaning my name in response.
He collapses on the bed next to me, pulling me close, my head resting on his shoulder. We’re both breathing heavily, trying to get air into our lungs.
“That was amazing,” I finally manage to say.
“You take me so perfectly,” Ivan replies, placing a kiss on my forehead.
“I’m glad,” I say, sighing happily. I pause before I ask, “Can I ask you something?”
“Yes.”
“How many other women have you had in this bed?” I blurt out. I feel a little embarrassed, but I’m still curious enough to ask the question.
“No other woman has spent the night in my bed,” Ivan replies, looking down into my face.
