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“I don’t want to cause you more pain. To bring danger your way because of me, of my family, my business.”
“I think it’s a little late for that, Ivan. I think this is beyond our control and us fighting it. I think I was meant for you and that you are meant for me, for so many reasons.”
“I don’t deserve you, your beauty, your virginity, your perfection.”
“I’m not perfect, Ivan. I waited for the right man, for you, for a person who would understand the pain the memories, the scars can cause externally and internally. You understand. You have scars too.” She said and pressed his shirt further apart and kissed his skin, and along the faded scars from his military experiences, and the tattoos that identify his heritage, his involvement as a made man. She slid his shirt off his body and her dress fell to the floor.
He took a deep breath, felt goosebumps travel along his skin from her kisses, her hands on his body. He looked at the tattoo on her hip, intricate, a display of cherry blossoms and other colors, definitely done by a talented artist.
“A tattoo, Annabella?” he asked and she stared up at him, letting her lips leave his skin. She took his hand, and brought his fingers along her skin against the tattoo and he felt the raised skin. The scar she talked about.
He lowered to his knees, gripped her hips and pressed his lips to the scarring. She ran her fingers through his hair.
“Ty takaya krasivaya.” He told her she was so beautiful and she exhaled and gripped his head. He trailed his mouth along her thin, silk panties, used his teeth to lower them down and sought out her pussy. He used his other hand to push the material down and he inhaled her scent, lifted her thigh slightly to get better access to her cream and he began to feast on his woman. To learn her scent, to make this first time making love to Annabella memorable and just a beginning to their destiny as one.
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Annabella moaned from his ministrations. She wanted so much, felt so much there was desperation in her hold of his head, and the way she rocked her hips against his mouth. His large, warm hands gripped her hips, one slid to her thigh and lifted it higher over his shoulder, almost making her lose her balance but instead she gripped his head and shoulder and rocked her pussy against his mouth.
He was masculine, strong, and sexy as sin and the move alone made her pussy cream. His large warm hand held her ass in place as he feasted on her with experience and vigor.
“Ivan!” She moaned, felt her pussy erupt as she came.
He licked and suckled, then began to kiss along her groin, then belly, her ribs as he lifted her up and carried her to the bed. Her holding his head to her neck, him carrying her like she was light as a feather. She inhaled his scent, the enticing cologne combined with his sexy, muscular body. All the tattoos, the masculinity, the mystery he emitted drove her wild with instinctual need. He lowered her down, kissed her from neck to breast and then to where she really ached for him. He pressed between her legs and cupped her ass cheeks. He continued to draw out more of her juices. Her mound throbbed with need, pulsated and she erupted again. “Ivan!” She hissed.
He lowered her ass to the bed, kissed up her torso, along the tattoo, nibbled her hipbone, tickling her and arousing her at the same time
, before reaching her left breast. He maneuvered the cup of her bra over. He twirled his tongue over the areola, then to her nipple. He tugged and suckled before moving to her clavicle and then her chin as he held her gaze and she locked onto his eyes. Absorbed the intensity and desire she could clearly see in them. His lips glistened with her cream and it aroused her.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked her, nearly panting for breath.
“More than ready Ivan.” She said and looked him in the eyes.
“I want this to be perfect for you.” He kissed her lips, trailed a finger along her nose and lips then chin, and got up. “I’ll be right back.” He said and she wondered what he was up to, wondered how he could stop like that when she was feeling so wet, so aroused and ready to finally let go. When he walked back into the room, he started to set up a few candles. Then he lit them, walked over to the wall and lowered the lights.
“Wait, a little more light.” He said and raised the dimmer. “I want to see every inch of you, to kiss and suck and claim every damn, beautiful inch of my woman.” He said and then undid his pants, stepped from his clothing and giving her instant palpitations.
“Oh God Ivan, you’re gorgeous.” She said to him as all those scars, tattoos and muscles came into view, and the sight of his thick, long cock stood at attention ready to claim her.
“You’re the gorgeous one Lyubimaya. I will never let you go.” He said and stepped between her legs, eased his palms along her thighs and held her gaze with an intensity that had her shaking with anticipation.
He towered over her. Could crush her with his thick, large body, but all she felt was protected, and ready to be claimed by him. He slid his palms up under her ribs and to her back to unclip her bra. She titled up and he lowered his mouth to hers kissing her as she felt the clip give and then she shimmied out of it. He tossed to the side and stared at her body. He trailed a finger along her nipple on the right side.
“My God, you were made for me.” He said to her and she felt her pussy clench, her nipples instantly harden and she wanted nothing more than to be claimed by him, made love to by him
He reached out and stroked her hair. She turned her head and kissed his palm as he eased fingers into her pussy. She felt the tightness, the instant arousal from his intimate touch. Stroking, strumming her desires to the point of her moaning another release. His mouth sought out hers, kissing her, plunging his tongue in exploration. He rocked his hips, his thick shaft tapping against her inner thigh as he continued to stroke her and draw more juices from her pussy. He kept a possessive hand on her hip, she felt his thumb stroke her skin, the gentle touch so damn arousing she was moaning into his mouth and thrusting her hips against his thick, hard digits.
He released her lips to trail his mouth along her neck, her shoulder then lower to her breast. He tugged on her nipple, pulled, teased while stroking her still with fingers drawing more juices from her body, preparing her for his cock. He was a pro and then some, and it didn’t bother her that he was older, had so many more experiences, no, not when those experiences made her feel this way. Ivan knew his way around a woman’s body. He took his time. He truly wanted her to feel how special this was.
“Ivan, oh God, Ivan.”
“You’re so responsive Annabella, and this body, it’s exceptional.” He said and licked along her other nipple being thorough to apply equal attention to both. He was driving her wild and she reacted, she lifted her torso towards his finger thrusts, and reached for his cock. She stroked it.
“Fuck, I want to be sure you feel nothing but pleasure, but God damn woman you keep touching me like this and I won’t be able to hold off.”
“I don’t want you to hold off, I want you inside of me, claiming me, Ivan. Take me, own me, and possess me.”
“Fuck.” He exhaled and lifted up, pulled fingers from her pussy and then spread her thighs and lowered to taste her again and again.
