40. Ivan
40
IVAN
T he soft glow of the bedside lamp casts a warm light over the room, illuminating the plush, king-sized bed that dominates the center of our shared bedroom. Cathy stands before me in the open doorway, her eyes twinkling with mischief and lust.
She’s wearing a black lace dress that clings to her curves, leaving little to the imagination. Her lips curl into a seductive smile as she catches my gaze, knowing full well the effect she has on me.
"Strip for me, Cathy," I command, my voice low and gravelly with desire. "Slowly."
Her smile widens, and she begins to move with deliberate slowness, each step a tease. She raises her arms above her head, letting the straps of her dress slip off her shoulders one by one.
The fabric pools at her elbows, revealing the delicate expanse of her collarbone and the slight rise of her breasts beneath the lace. I watch, every inch of her skin a study in slow seduction.
She bends forward slightly, allowing the dress to fall further, catching on her hips before sliding down her legs to puddle at her feet.
Her body is now clad only in a matching black lace bra and panties, the sheer material barely concealing the curve of her ass and the swell of her breasts. She pauses, looking over her shoulder at me, her eyes locked onto mine.
"Now the bra," I instruct, licking my lips as I take in the sight of her.
She arches an eyebrow, a playful challenge in her gaze, but she complies. With slow, deliberate movements, she unclasps the bra and lets it fall away, revealing her perfectly rounded breasts.
Her nipples are already hard, standing out against the cool air of the room. She cups them in her hands, rolling the nipples between her fingers, her eyes never leaving mine.
"Touch yourself," I growl, unable to hold back the command any longer. "Make yourself come while I watch."
She bites her lip, nodding slowly as she drops her hands to her sides. With a sly grin, she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulls them down, revealing the lush curve of her pussy.
She steps out of the panties, kicking them aside, leaving her completely naked before me. My cock strains against the zipper of my pants, desperate for release.
She spreads her legs slightly, her fingers trailing down her stomach to rest on her mound. She teases her clit with the lightest of touches, her eyes fluttering closed as she moans softly. I can see the wetness glistening on her lips, and it takes everything in me not to lunge forward and bury myself inside her.
"Faster," I demand, my voice rough with need.
Her hand moves quicker, two fingers circling her clit in tight, rapid circles. Her breathing becomes shallow and quick, her body arching as she chases the orgasm building within her.
I watch, mesmerized, as her free hand cups her breast, pinching her nipple between her fingers. Her hips buck rhythmically, thrusting her fingers deeper into her folds.
"Keep going," I whisper, my own hand drifting to my crotch, unzipping my pants to free my throbbing cock.
Her pace quickens, her moans growing louder as she nears the edge. I stroke my cock in time with her movements, my eyes never leaving her face. She’s close, so close, her body trembling with the effort of holding back.
"Stop," I command suddenly, my voice firm. "Don’t come yet."
Her eyes fly open, confusion and frustration flashing in their depths. She whimpers, her body twitching as she tries to obey, but the orgasm is too close. She looks at me pleadingly, her fingers still resting on her clit, barely moving.
"Please," she begs, her voice quivering. "Let me come."
I shake my head, a predatory grin spreading across my face. "Not yet. Let me take care of that."
I stand up, discarding my clothes as quickly as I can, my cock springing free, hard and ready. I move towards her, my hands reaching out to cradle her face. She gasps as I kneel between her legs, my eyes locked on hers as I lower my head to her waiting pussy.
"Close your eyes," I murmur, brushing my lips against her inner thighs. "And let me show you how good it can be."
Her eyelids flutter shut, her breath hitching as I run my tongue along the length of her slit, tasting her sweetness. I flick my tongue over her clit, pressing harder when she shudders and moans.
Her hands fist in my hair, pulling me closer as I lap at her, making her squirm with pleasure.
"That’s it," I encourage, my voice muffled against her flesh. "Just like that."
Her hips buck into my mouth, seeking more of the sensation. I cup her ass, pulling her closer, my tongue darting in and out of her wetness. I circle her clit with my thumb, pressing firmly as I continue to lick and suck at her sensitive nub.
Her body tenses, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts as she approaches the edge once more.
"Come for me," I command, sucking her clit into my mouth and biting down gently. "Right now."
Her scream of pleasure echoes through the room as she comes, her body spasming uncontrollably. Her juices flood my mouth, hot and tangy, as I drink her in. She collapses against the bed, panting heavily, her entire body flushed with arousal.
I rise to my feet, my cock aching with need. She looks up at me, her eyes hazy with satisfaction, and without a word, she sinks to her knees in front of me. Her hands wrap around my shaft, stroking me gently as she looks up at me with adoration.
"Take my cock in your mouth," I order, my voice thick with desire. "Make me come."
She nods eagerly, her lips curling into a mischievous smile as she guides my cock to her mouth. She takes me in slowly, her lips wrapping around the tip, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. I groan, my hands tightening into fists as she deepthroats me, her throat working around my length.
She pulls back, licking her lips seductively as she looks up at me. "Like this?" she purrs, her voice dripping with temptation.
"Yes," I rasp, my hips thrusting forward involuntarily. "Just like that."
Her lips move with practiced precision, her tongue flicking against the underside of my shaft as she takes me deeper into her mouth.
Her eyes flicker up to mine, a teasing glint in them that sends a shiver down my spine. I let out a groan, my hands instinctively moving to grip her hair, guiding her movements just a little more forcefully than before.
The sensation is electrifying, every pulse of her tongue, every stroke of her lips sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I can feel the pressure building, the familiar tension coiling tighter and tighter within me.
Her breath is hot against my skin, her mouth wet and eager as she works me with a combination of skill and raw desire.
"Fuck," I murmur, my voice rough with arousal. "You're so damn good at this."
She hums around me in response, her throat vibrating with the movement, and it feels like a jolt of electricity straight to my core. The sound of her pleasure-filled moans fills the room, echoing off the walls and adding to the intimate, almost primal atmosphere.
I tilt my head back, closing my eyes for a moment as I revel in the sensations. My cock twitches in her mouth, the sensitive tip brushing against the back of her throat as she deepthroats me with ease.
Her hand moves to tease my balls, gently squeezing and rolling them between her fingers while her mouth continues its relentless assault on my aching cock.
The dual stimulation is overwhelming, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I can feel the orgasm looming, threatening to break free at any moment.
"I'm so close," I warn her, my voice strained with the effort of holding back.
With a final, desperate thrust of my hips, I reach the point of no return. My orgasm roars through me, every muscle in my body tensing as I come hard, my cum shooting into her waiting mouth.
She swallows eagerly, her throat working as she takes every drop, her eyes locked onto mine the entire time.
The aftershocks ripple through my body, leaving me trembling and breathless on the bed.
She pulls back slowly, licking her lips as she savors the last remnants of our passion. She crawls up beside me, her naked body pressing against mine as she nuzzles my neck, her breath warm against my skin.
"That was amazing," she whispers, her voice soft and satisfied.
I wrap an arm around her, pulling her closer as I kiss the top of her head. “A good wife never disappoints her husband, Mrs. Morosov.”
She looks on the verge of tears all of a sudden. “What is it?” I ask. “What’s wrong?”