Chapter 20 - Daria
That heat didn’t leave my skin all the while we entered the house, exchanging those lustful glances and vaguely amused grins all the while we moved through the place, eventually heading up the stairs.
We were both tipsy enough to find most things funny, like the way Ivan stumbled slightly down the hall, yet there was no denying the presence of that electricity between us—the thickening tension that spoke of how badly we both wanted each other.
With wandering hands, we were both all over one another, hardly paying attention to our surroundings.
Ivan snuck kisses in between gradual steps through the quiet hallway, letting his palms ghost along my sides, bracing himself against me from time to time, needing to catch his balance again.
“You know…” he murmured in between pressing his lips against mine, pausing against the wall while his thumbs traced slow circles against my hips. “That dress looks incredible on you, but I can’t deny how badly I’ve been wanting to take it off you.”
Humming in return, I grinned knowingly and reached for the extra fabric of his button-down he had tucked into his slacks, gently freeing it before ghosting my fingers beneath it to rove over the taut muscles I had come to appreciate. A lot. “So you really were undressing me with your eyes earlier?”
A lazy smile settled on his lips at that, allowing himself the moment to take it in before he met my gaze again. “Of course I was…can you blame me?”
“I suppose I can’t,” I murmured, feeling more of his body before the beginning of an idea took root within my booze-hazy mind.
He lifted a brow while he gazed down at me and grazed a hand against my spine. “You have lots of mischief in your eyes…what are you thinking about?”
Amused by his observation and thrilled about the tempting thoughts, I reached for his hand. “I’ll just have to show you…”
Ivan, intrigued by this, allowed me to pull him by our joined hands despite the skepticism in his features. In all honesty, he looked like he would’ve preferred to keep kissing in the hallway or making our way to the bedroom instead. But I had a plan.
“Where are you taking me?” He asked with a chuckle, seeming a lot more compliant than usual.
“I’m not ruining the surprise…”
Unable to protest, Ivan let me lead him through the second story toward my home studio, and before long, I pushed the door open.
Sweeping him in after me, I brought him a few steps farther into the room before reluctantly releasing his hand.
“I want to show you something…” I said, gravitating towards the oil painting I had sitting on a drying rack. I pulled it out and kept the canvas' backside facing him.
Despite his own liquor-induced stupor, he gave me his undivided attention. “Another Daria original?”
“Of course…and one I think you’ll like.”
Not leaving him in suspense for too long, I turned the canvas around, showing him the start of his requested piece.
His brows went up slightly as he took it in, letting his eyes track all around the painting before he glanced at me. “My portrait…”
Smiling, I nodded. “Mhm…I’ve been working on it slowly, but I still have a long way to go.”
With sincerity in his features, amplified by his tipsy state, Ivan mirrored my expression. “Even if it’s just the start, it looks great. You really are talented.”
The compliment made my heart stir while I held his gaze. “It helps that I have such a captivating muse.”
He huffed out a breath at that while I put the canvas away again. “I don’t think I’ve ever been anyone’s muse before.”
“At least now that’s not the case anymore.”
“I suppose you’re right…”
Seeing him stand there in the moonlight with his clothes and hair disheveled, I couldn’t help myself. Gravitating closer, I cut some of the space between us and reached for the buttons on his shirt, undoing them one by one. “Although, I wouldn’t mind using my muse as a canvas…I think you’d make a great one.”
Ivan cocked a brow at me, yet allowed it, helping me shuffle the shirt off him until he was standing there in only his dark slacks. “You certainly won’t hear me complaining.”
Both amused and enticed by the prospect, I grabbed a nearby brush that still held traces of paint on it and brought it up to his chest.
Our eyes met and remained locked all the while I pressed the slick bristles against his skin and slowly traced along with a tantalizing speed.
Ivan shivered at once, letting his eyes flutter shut while he allowed himself to soak in the sensations. Goosebumps prickled along his body, and his breath hitched faintly, letting me know just how greatly it was affecting him already.
Encouraged, I continued, completely captivated by how responsive he was.
I moved the brush down his best, between his chiseled pecs and deliberately towards his abs. The hard muscles flexed and trembled at the tickling sensation of the brush, and I didn’t miss the sharp inhale he pulled in.
Affected by the teasing gesture, Ivan forced out a breath and tipped his head back with his brows pinched together. His whole body was coiled up tight, trying his hardest to resist giving in to the feeling.
Enticed by how gorgeously helpless he looked, feeling in charge for once, I hummed and lowered the brush until a dark streak of paint reached just above his waistband.
Ivan groaned faintly to himself. “You’re killing me, you know…”
Those gruff words sent a rush of sensations right to my core, and I looked back up at him, finding him staring down at me again.
The moment our eyes locked, something shifted in me, and I suddenly didn’t care about turning him into my living, breathing art anymore.
I needed him, and given the way he looked back at me, I knew the same thing was true for him.
Dropping the brush, I cut the space between us at the same time Ivan moved in, and our lips collided, making us both moan into it.
The next few minutes were a complete haze of limbs, of grabbing and pulling, undoing zippers, and yanking fabric off until we were both bare and clumsily collapsing onto the sofa in the back of the room.
Our lips were almost magnetized together while Ivan gripped my hips and pulled me onto his lap to straddle him. His arms braced my back to hold me tightly against him, palms mapping every inch of me.
With frantic breaths and a deep-seated need coursing between us, I felt greedier than I ever had before while I leaned into him and devoured his mouth with my own, feeling the coolness of paint smearing between our stomachs and not caring enough to stop.
His arousal was heavy between my legs while I slid against him, making us both keen and moan for more.
Nothing else mattered while I made those slow rolls of my hips, feeling far too worked up to wait another moment. I could feel Ivan falling apart beneath me, showing a rare moment of surrender that sent a thrill down my spine.
With raw desire clouding my mind, I blindly reached for his cock, noting how it pulled a sharp breath from his lips while his body tensed against the cushions beneath him. Unable to wait another minute, I guided him until I could feel his need pressing into me.
I shuddered from the sensation, anticipating that delicious stretch again.
With hands on his shoulders to brace myself, I looked down to watch the way Ivan’s softened expression, captivated by the heat of the moment, deepened even further the moment I sank onto him slowly. His eyes closed as a ragged breath slipped from between his kiss-swollen lips, and he slumped at the rush of sensations exchanged between the two of us.
My breath hitched at the overwhelming feeling of being parted by him, and my grip on him tightened while I took inch by addictive inch.
Ivan groaned and dropped his head against the back of the couch, seemingly taking a lot of restraint to keep himself from cracking too soon.
There was something so brutally satisfying about seeing him like that, completely at my mercy, while I moved my hips above him, sliding up and down his begging length. Whether it was his compliance or how he seemed just as eager as I felt, it didn’t matter.
Either way, I couldn’t get enough of taking what I wanted and watching how Ivan was already boneless beneath me.
“Fucking hell…” He uttered while his fingers tensed against my hips to start guiding my movements, unable to resist it either.
With the sudden rush of extra sensations flooding me from his encouragement, I moaned and leaned my forehead against his. Even if our bodies were pressed together through it all, it felt like we couldn’t get close enough. Nothing was enough.
“You’re too captivating for your own good…” Ivan panted out, barely able to meet my gaze, while he urged my hips to keep moving. It was enough for me to see the almost dream-like haze consuming him, and something about it had me moving faster with his help. A lazy grin moved across his lips. “Go on, wife…take us there.”
Spurred on, I took his words to heart and let my body take over, chasing after the release we both wanted more than anything. At the moment, nothing seemed to exist except for the two of us and the concentrated pleasure between us.
Between the rippling sensations and the freeing nature of our tipsy states, it didn’t take much to get lost in it, feeling reduced to hands seeking something to grab, limbs moving on their own accord, and breaths panting against lips.
Hearing his broken breaths and mumbled affirmations only made me want to bring us both to the edge faster, finding myself wanting to please him. To show him I wanted it just as much.
That final wave hit me before I could try to hold out, making me clench around him while my hips stuttered beyond my control. My fingers clutched his shoulders while my whole body tensed and I moaned against his neck, coming undone in his arms.
It was a blur aside from the overwhelming pleasure, letting myself float within its addictive essence.
Ivan’s tight grip on my hips kept me grounded enough to register as he groaned and spilled inside me, breathing hard while he tried to catch his breath.
Slumped against him, I made no attempts to move at first, even after he softened and pulled out of me. Instead, I leaned into his strong frame and granted myself the chance to soak in that peace.
After a few beats of silence, I pulled back enough to glance down at the smear of color between our bodies, feeling as it started to dry against our skin.
Our eyes met while we continued to catch our breath, exchanging that knowing look before Ivan cracked an amused grin and chuckled.
Still vaguely hazy and more carefree than usual, I joined in and let him pull me closer, feeling light and at ease.
For a moment, I forgot all about our less-than-ideal arrangement, and it felt as if our connection really did come from a genuine place. It was just us, and that was all I cared about.