“I am the leader of the Kiselyov Bratva,” he finally says. “That means I’m always a target to someone.”
“What else?”
“We often have conflicts with the Irish mafia, mostly territorial disputes,” Ivan continues.
“What does that mean for me? Am I just some pawn to help you gain some kind of advantage over the Irish?” I ask him. My anger and confusion is rising, and I know Ivan can see it in my face as he looks at me.
“You are not a pawn in some game, Emma,” he answers, using his fingers to turn my chin towards him so he can look me in the eye. “I’m not playing a game when it comes to you.”
“Then what the hell is going on between us? You want me, the Irish want me. What am I supposed to do with that?”
“What’s going on is I love you, Emma,” Ivan says. “I love you, and I will do anything to protect you, including giving up my life for yours.”
“I love you, too,vanyusha,” I tell him. “I don’t want to be angry and confused over what you do. I just want to understand.”
Ivan smiles and leans in for a kiss, pushing me down to the pillows in the process. He scoots my body towards the center and settles close, careful not to crush me with his weight. His left hand moves down my body to my thigh, grabbing it gently and raising it to wrap around his waist.
”Make love to me,” I whisper as he presses his hardening cock into my center. I’m caught up in the moment and in desperate need of feeling his cock inside me.
Ivan doesn’t say anything. Instead, he slides down my body to remove my pajama shorts and expose my cunt to him. Like a man on a mission, Ivan wraps his mouth around my clit and sucks hard, flicking it with his tongue. I let out a long moan and my back arches.
“I missed this,” Ivan says as he alternates licking and sucking. He slides a finger inside me, curling the digit to stroke my front wall and that spot that sends more shivers across my body.
“I need more of you, Ivan,” I moan in between finger thrusts. He obliges by adding a second finger to my pussy.
“Not yet,lyubimaya. I need you to come for me first, and I want you to sit on my face while you do it.” Ivan locks eyes with me when I look down my body, and then sucks his fingers dry, my juices no longer coating his fingers. He lets out his own deep moan. “Your cunt is the best thing I’ve tasted in my life. Sit on my face.”
He flips us so I’m on top of him, and grabs my ass to bring me closer to his face. I place my thighs on either side of his head and hover for a moment, not wanting to cut off his air supply.
“Woman, I said sit on my face,” he orders before pulling me completely onto his face and flattening his tongue against my entrance.
I instantly grab on to the headboard because the feel of his tongue on my sensitive flesh sets my body on fire. My hips start moving in time to his tongue’s movements, and I grind against his face as I chase my impending orgasm.
“Imenno tak. Davay, na litso.” Ivan’s voice is strong and demanding as my orgasm explodes, my release coating his lips and dripping down his chin.
I smile down at him as he lets me go and pulls me to his chest. He flips us again so I’m on my back and resting against the pillows. Ivan removes his boxer briefs, freeing his cock and giving it a long and hard stroke before helping me out of my pajama top before settling himself between my thighs. He kisses me deeply, and I can taste myself on his tongue. I like the taste of the two of us together.
Ivan grabs the bottle of lube from the side table and looks at me lovingly.
“Let me,” I tell him as I take the bottle from him. I admire the veins running from base to tip, and I can’t help myself when I lean close and lick the precum from the head. I squeeze some lube into my palm and reach down to take his shaft in my hand, rubbing it up and down in long strokes to coat it.
“Fuck, Emma,” Ivan groans. He pushes me into the pillows and notches himself at my entrance. “I don’t think I can go slow tonight.”
“I don’t want you to,” I reply.
That’s all the permission he needs before slamming into me with one thrust. The initial hurt subsides quickly and the pleasure takes over. He pulls out quickly and slams into me again, pushing me up the bed. I have to put my hands against the headboard to keep my head from banging into it.
He’s never been this deep inside me before, and it opens up new feelings of pleasure. Maybe it’s because I can’t move my hips to meet his thrusts. I’m completely at his mercy, and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
“Come with me, Emma. I’m close,” he tells me, grunting through his thrusts.
I scream, and Ivan roars as we fall over the edge together. I feel his dick pulse as his cum coats my inside walls. Ivan collapses on the bed beside me, pulling me close and kissing my forehead.
“Eto bylo neveroyatno, vanyusha,” I tell him, breathing heavily as I try to catch my breath.
“I agree. It was pretty amazing,” Ivan says before placing a tender kiss on my lips.
Ivan gets a warm washcloth from the bathroom to clean us up before tossing it in the hamper and crawling back into bed with me. He pulls me close, his chest covering my back and his arm wrapped around my waist.
