50. Ivan
50
IVAN
I wipe the sweat from my brow, my eyes fixed on the ball as it arcs toward Cathy.
"Your serve," she calls out.
I bounce the ball a few times, trying to shake off the feeling that she's up to something. As I throw the ball into the air and swing my racket, I catch a glimpse of her through the corner of my eye. She's bending over slightly, reaching for her water bottle.
Her skirt rides up, revealing a tantalizing view of her bare ass.
The ball sails past me, hitting the net with a soft thud. I spin around, my heart pounding in my chest. Cathy straightens up, her eyes locking onto mine, and I know she saw me looking.
"Lost your focus?" she teases, sauntering over to retrieve the ball. Her hips sway seductively as she walks, and I can't tear my eyes away.
"Maybe you're just too distracting," I reply, my voice low and husky.
She laughs, a sound that sends shivers down my spine. "Is that so? Well, maybe I should be even more distracting then."
Before I can respond, she steps closer, her body brushing against mine as she hands me the ball. Her scent fills my nostrils, a mix of sweat, sunscreen, and something uniquely hers that drives me wild.
"Are you going to serve, or are you just going to stare at me all day?” she whispers, her lips inches from my ear.
I swallow hard, my cock twitching in my shorts. "You sure you want me to focus right now?"
She smiles, a wicked glint in her eyes. "Oh, I definitely want you focused. Focused on me."
I can't help but laugh, shaking my head. "You're insatiable, you know that?"
"And you love it," she counters, her fingers trailing down my chest.
My breath hitches as her touch sends sparks of electricity through my body. I toss the ball into the air once more, but this time, I barely notice it. All I can think about is Cathy's hand on me, her lips so close to mine.
As I swing the racket, I feel a surge of determination. I'm going to win this game, no matter what it takes.
She returns the shot with ease, her movements fluid and graceful. I smile to myself. Her limp is long gone.
I run after the ball. When I finally reach it, I look back at Cathy, who is standing near the net, one hand resting on her hip.
I step closer to the net, my body aching with need. "Tell me, Cathy. What else do you have planned for me?"
Her lips curl into a sly smile. "What makes you think I have anything planned?"
I lean in, my voice dropping to a whisper. "Because I know you."
She laughs softly, her breath hot against my face. "Maybe you do. Maybe you don't."
I take another step forward, until our bodies are almost touching. "I want to see everything you've got."
Her eyes flicker with excitement, and she leans in, her mouth inches from mine. "Then let's see how long you can last."
With that, she turns and walks back to her side of the court, her hips swaying provocatively. I watch her every move, my body thrumming with anticipation. This game is far from over, and I intend to play it to the very end.
As I prepare to serve again, I can't help but wonder what kind of tricks she has up her sleeve. Whatever they are, I'm ready for them. More than ready.
The ball leaves my racket with a satisfying thwack, and I watch as it zooms toward Cathy. She returns it effortlessly, her gaze never leaving mine.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, I score the winning point. As the ball lands on Cathy's side, she drops her racket and steps toward me, her expression a mix of admiration and something else—something darker, more primal.
"Looks like you win," she says, her voice low and sultry.
I grin, unable to contain my satisfaction. "And what do I get for winning?"
Her smile widens, and she steps closer, her body brushing against mine. "How about a reward?"
Before I can respond, she reaches down and squeezes my cock through my shorts, her touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.
She releases me and steps back, her gaze never wavering. I watch her, my heart pounding in my chest, knowing that whatever comes next will be unforgettable.
"Get down on your knees," she commands, her voice laced with authority.
Anyone else giving me that order would be dead in under a second. But my wife? Her, I will obey.
I sink to the ground. She straddles my face, her wet pussy hovering just above my lips. The scent of her arousal fills my nostrils, and I groan in anticipation.
"Do you like what you see?" she asks, her voice dripping with lust.
"Fuck yes," I breathe, my hands gripping her thighs.
She lowers herself onto my face, her warmth enveloping me. I immediately begin to lap at her clit, my tongue darting in and out of her folds. She gasps, her body shuddering with pleasure.
"That's it," she murmurs, her hands tangling in my hair. "Make me come."
I redouble my efforts, flicking my tongue faster and harder against her sensitive nub. Her moans grow louder, her hips grinding against my face as she tries to ride out the waves of ecstasy building inside her.
"Oh God, Ivan... I'm so close..." she groans, her body tensing.
I continue to lavish attention on her clit, my hands kneading her ass as I pull her closer. Her juices flow freely now, coating my tongue and making my cock ache with need.
"Come for me, Cathy," I growl, my voice muffled by her flesh.
With a cry of relief, she clenches around my tongue, her orgasm washing over her in waves. Her juices flood my mouth, and I drink deeply, reveling in her pleasure.
As she slowly comes down from her high, she lifts herself off my face, her eyes glazed with satisfaction. "Now it's your turn," she purrs, her hand reaching for my straining erection.
She guides me to my feet, her touch electric. Without hesitation, she sinks to her knees before me, her mouth closing around my throbbing shaft. The sensation is overwhelming, and I grip the net once more, my body arching involuntarily.
"Fuck, Cathy..." I moan, my hips thrusting of their own accord.
She swallows me whole, her mouth moving in perfect rhythm with my thrusts. I can feel my climax building, but I don't want it to end. Not yet.
"Stop," I gasp, pulling her off me. "I need to be inside you."
Without another word, she turns and bends over the net, presenting her perfect ass to me. I step behind her, my cock pressing against her slick entrance. With one swift motion, I plunge inside her, filling her completely.
"Yes!" she cries out, her nails digging into the net. "Fuck me, Ivan!"
I drive into her, our bodies moving in perfect unison, each thrust bringing us closer to the edge. Her moans fill the air, mingling with the sounds of our harsh breaths and the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh.
"You feel so good," I grunt, my hands gripping her hips tightly. "So fucking tight."
"Don't stop," she gasps, her voice breaking. "I need this. I need you."
I quicken my pace, my balls slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust. Her cries grow louder, her body shaking with the effort of holding back her orgasm. But there's no stopping it now.
"Come for me, Cathy," I growl, burying myself deep inside her. "Let it go."
With a loud scream, she explodes around me, her inner walls clenching and spasming as her orgasm rips through her. I follow soon after, my release erupting deep inside her with a roar of pure pleasure.