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He strokes into me slowly. Lingers for a moment. Then he draws out almost entirely before starting all over again.
It’s painful how slow he’s taking this. Straight-uptorture.He knows what he’s doing, too. Every time he thinks my eyes are fluttering closed, he lets his smirk tip up just a bit more.
“Oh my God, Ivan,” I cry out. My hands press against the glass. “There. Right there.”
I clench around him as I come. Ivan’s breathing picks up, but he doesn’t join me. His hands just tighten around my waist, dragging me against him as the orgasm wrings me dry.
“Come with me,” I plead between moans. “Come.”
But instead of moving faster, Ivan slows. He eases farther and farther back until he lets go of my waist and steps away entirely.
I’m still panting when I catch his eyes in the mirror. “Wh-what are you doing?”
“Walk to me.”
“What are you—?”
“Walk.”
My insides are still pulsing softly, coming down from his touch. But I stand up and walk towards him.
My legs shake, but I place one foot in front of the other. I feel like a newborn giraffe, but Ivan’s looking at me like I’m the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.
My orgasm is still ebbing away, but I already want more. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of him.
When I reach him, I reach out to balance against his chest. “What was that for?”
“I’m checking to see if I’m done with you yet.” He kisses my cheek and my neck. Then he dips lower, flicking his tongue over my lace-covered nipple. He drops to his knees and kisses each of my hip bones and the soft spot low in my belly.
It’s like worship the way he touches me. Like every inch of me needs his full attention. Like he’d spend a fucking lifetime kissing his way up the stretch of skin between my knee and hip.
I stroke my fingers through his hair. Partly because I want to touch him, but mostly because I might fall over if I don’t hold onto something. “And? What’s the verdict?”
He looks up at me from where he’s kneeling. His lips are tipped into a smile I want to taste. “You can still walk. So I’d say the job’s not quite finished.”
That’s all he says before that smile slips between my legs. At first, I half-scream like he’s branding me when his lips tug at my clit. Then, quickly, the heat digs deep and settles. I curl my hand around his neck and pull him closer.
If this is what it feels like to burn, I never want to be put out.
His tongue pulses into me while he circles his thumb over my clit. As heat unfurls inside of me, I stumble back. The world is tipping and I can’t stand upright.
Right on cue, Ivan stands, sweeps me right off my unsteady feet, and lowers me to the floor in front of him. My legs drape over his shoulders as I clamp my thighs around his ears and grind against his mouth.
“Right there—Yes—I need—Want—” Nonsense words tumble out of me as the orgasm swells and then breaks. I fist my hand in his hair and scream to the ceiling.
Guests could be arriving downstairs right this second. Maybe they can hear me through the walls. But they could be standing in the doorway and I wouldn’t change a damn thing.
They’re here to witness our love, right?
Might as well give them something to witness.
I laugh in my head at the thought—that’s something Ivan would say.
My thighs shake and tremble as he lowers me gently to the carpet and crawls up the center of me. He presses kisses to my feverish skin as he goes.
“This is all mine,” he whispers, tasting my ribs and nipping at my collarbones. “Fuck the minister. Fuck the ceremony. You are already mine.”
Love swells in my chest. I follow a drop of sweat down his neck and over his muscled chest with my finger. “I’m pretty sure that’s blasphemy.”
