Page 47 of Fierce-Ivan


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Or maybe it was more she didn’t want him to because it felt so damn good.

But all good things did end and she felt him move off the bed. The pillow dropped away and she watched as he picked up his jeans, found a condom, opened it and covered himself.

His whole body was impressive, but he didn’t give her much time to admire it before he was back on the bed and between her legs.

He found her opening and slid right in, her back arching more to get as close as possible.

Her hips were lifting and meeting his thrust for thrust, her bed starting to squeak, but she didn’t have the energy to tell him to slow down to get it to stop.

Too damn bad if anyone could hear it. It was nice to feel like a woman right now and she was going to enjoy it.

“Tell me you are close,” he said. He sounded as if he was in pain.

“I am. I’m so close again. How is that possible?”

He grunted at her. Guess all the nice or funny words were gone at the moment and that was fine. She didn’t think she could come up with any either.

His hands went under her hips again, lifting them so she decided to help him out and wrap her legs around his back so he could brace himself on the bed.

His mouth went to hers and the minute she started to come he joined her, the two of them keeping the noise level down as they kissed.

A solid minute or more went by while he lay on top of her, their hearts pounding, the throbbing between her legs going on and on.

Ivan finally rolled off of her and pulled her on his chest. “Are you okay?”

She started to laugh. “Yes. I am.”

“Then what is so funny?”

“I’m not sure I’ve ever made that much noise before. Good thing I thought enough to muffle it.”

He kissed her forehead. “Glad I could help.”

He helped her, all right. Helped her feel like one hell of a happy fulfilled woman when she walked him to the door two hours later.

She kissed him goodnight once more and they had plans to see each other tomorrow.

Kendra turned to walk back up the stairs, but her mother’s door opened. She let out a sigh. “Are you watching me, Mom?”

“Yes,” her mother said. “Very closely too. Would you like me to tell you the color of your clothing and count the buttons on your shirt?”

She looked down before she realized her mother was joking with her. She had no buttons on her shirt and her mother wouldn’t be able to see them if she did.

“Very funny.”

“Did you have fun tonight?” her mother asked.

She figured she might as well go in and talk. It seemed her mother wanted to and she didn’t want Erika or Phil to hear anything. It was bad enough they might have heard her bed moving and she was mortified over that.

“Are you asking me if we had sex?”

Her mother smiled. “I wasn’t going to but since you brought it up.”

“Would it upset you if I said yes?”

“Of course not,” her mother said. “You’re a beautiful young woman and should be out there enjoying your life.”

“You don’t know if I’m beautiful or not,” she said. “You can’t see.”

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