Chapter 61 Ivan
IVAN
I have my phone open, standing by the coffee machine. Behind me, the girls are busy with…who the fuck cares? Sprinkling Lucky Charms all over the floor? Spilling gallons of milk and swimming in it?
Go for it. I’m out for the count.
On my phone’s screen, my wife—my beautiful, gorgeous, innocent wife—is licking my cum off the shower’s glass wall as if she’s eating a fine Italian gelato. I’m rock-fucking-hard, and then she winks at me.
She fucking winks at me.
I’ve been caught out and smile at her being so playful, but I’m fucking done.
When Yuri walks into the kitchen, I just shoot him a look. “You’re in charge. Look after the girls, and nobody—nobody—comes to our part of the house and disturbs us, understand?”
He nods slowly. “Okay. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” For the first time in a very long time, things actually seem right. “I’m going to get fucking busy with my wife.”
“A dollar for the swear jar, Papa!” Irisha chimes in.
But I don’t even ruffle her hair. I’m up the stairs two at a time.
As I walk into Gabriella’s room, the shower faucet turns off. I don’t knock. I just swing the door open and walk into the bathroom. She freezes where she’s reaching for a towel.
“No.” My instruction is clear and simple.
Goosebumps spread over her skin under my inspection, her nipples hard, water running in rivulets from her hair down her breasts, taking the path of least resistance straight to her sex.
“I’m going to lick off every drop of water running down your body, moya ptichka.”
“Oh. I—” Her gaze travels to my dick print and shoots back up, eyes wide.
I step up to her, our gazes locked. “You know how to tease a man, don’t you?”
A blush sweeps up her cheeks. “You watched?”
I fist her wet hair, gathering the thick strands, and twist. A satisfying gush of water runs down my hand, just an indication of what’s to come.
“Every second, and I couldn’t get enough of you.”
I tilt her head and bring my mouth down on hers, invading it with my tongue in a hard kiss that quickly grows deep, slow, and languid…
a kiss that’s been begging to escape my mouth for hers.
She moans into me, pressing her naked body into my clothed one, and I feel my dark male power rising, needing to breed like a fucking caveman, wanting to claim her, fucking desperate for her.
I break off the kiss, our hearts pounding where we’re pressed together.
I let go of her hair and run my hands over her warm, wet skin until I cup her butt and squeeze her to me, my cock seeking friction with her sweet pussy.
Her hands roam over my chest, to my shirt’s top button, and to my surprise, she rips at it, making the top two buttons pop off.
This one…oh, yes…she was made for me.
Her hands slide underneath my shirt to caress my skin as she wantonly grinds against my cock. Her fingers rake into my hair as she pulls me down for another kiss. She wants this as much as I do, and nothing turns me on more.
I dig my fingers into the soft flesh of her butt and heave her up. She splays open for me, born to it, never breaking our kiss which is growing more intense.
I carry her to the bed, and for a moment, I just stand, kissing her, not wanting to let go yet. Eventually, she ends the kiss with soft lips and opens her eyes to stare into mine.
“Know this, moya ptichka,” I whisper against her mouth. “I’m going to study your body, get to know every inch. There’s one thing I know for sure right now: you’re not satisfied with coming just once. Let’s see at which point you start begging ‘yellow’.”
“Yellow?” she whispers back.
“Your safe word. If anything becomes too much, you just say yellow, and I’ll stop.”
“I don’t want to stop.”
“Good, because I’ve barely started.”
Without ceremony, I drop her on the bed, and she shrieks, but it’s playful and tugs at my heart.
She’s perfection. Bouncy breasts just the right handful, beautiful unmarred skin that will show every mark I make with my lips, legs that are already opening in invitation, and trusting eyes that stare up at me as a smile plays on her lips.
“Don’t make me wait now, Ivan. All these promises, and now you’re just standing there.”
“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” I tease, unbuttoning my last few buttons and peeling off my shirt, wet with her body’s print.
She blinks at me, her gaze savoring every inch of skin I’m exposing as if she’d lick it, just like she licked my cum off the shower glass.
“I’ve ruined your shirt.”
“Not the first thing you’re ruining today, moya ptichka. You’ve ruined me already. Now it’s my fucking turn.”
She breaks out in a chuckle. “Pun intended?”
“Uh huh. Pun intended.” I reach for my belt buckle and start working it loose.
“You promised to lick every drop off me, but by the time you’re done there, I’ll be dry.”
I smirk. My sweet innocent. “Oh, don’t you worry. There’ll be plenty to lick off. You just wait and see.
“I’m done waiting.”
She scrambles to her knees and reaches for my belt, and I let go, my cock already wanting to push into her hands, into her mouth.
She unzips my pants, releasing the pressure on my cock, but then, she dips that sweet hand into my briefs and circles her fingers around my shaft. I shudder at the pleasure of it. Of having her warm fingers curl around my girth and tug, unsure, holding on now, then hesitant.
When her gaze meets mine, uncertainty in her eyes as her grip slackens, I cover her hand with mine. “Don’t stop. Explore all you want, moya ptichka. I love you touching me.”
“It’s so big…and heavy,” she murmurs as her other hand sinks into my boxers, cupping my sack.
I hiss in a breath. It’s been too fucking long, and she’s too fucking perfect. “It’s the right size, baby girl, you’ll see.”
I drop my head back, sinking into her touch, and when she lets go to slide to the floor and rest on her knees, I grunt a laugh.
“Fuck. God does answer prayers. Every time I’ve seen you kneeling at your bed to pray, all I could think of is how you were in the perfect position to be fucked in the mouth. ”
She has the sweetness to blush, but even this isn’t stopping her now. She moans as she pushes my pants down, and then she has my cock in her tight fist again. “Now that’s all I’ll be thinking of—”
“Good.”
Her lips close over the tip, and I breathe deeply. “Gently, baby girl, just like you worked my cum in the shower…that’s it…slowly.”
I rake my fingers into her hair, guide her, because this woman has never done this before. She’s mine…all mine, and I will teach her how to please me, just as I intend to find every pathway in her body and mind leading to her pleasure.
She’s a fast learner, her hands circling my thighs, her tongue sweeping as her lips close and tighten their grip. I breathe into the pleasure building in my core, my balls tightening, and as much as I’d love to shoot a load down her throat, this isn’t how babies are made.
I stop her and pull out, my cock releasing with a satisfying pop as I stare down at her. Teary eyes, chest heaving…I’ve gone too deep, and she’s sacrificed breathing for me…
Oh, yes. She’s going to wreck me.