Chapter Seven Jalisa #3
This was true, and Ivan never had a problem giving me the power. Even as an alpha, when it came to me, it was almost as if our roles were reversed. At least in bed. I knew that it was a turn on to him for me to take control.
I gripped the base of his cock, just above the knot. “And you love it.” He winked in response right before I began to slowly stroke him, maintaining a tight grip.
He sucked in a breath, thighs tensing. “That I do.”
I quickened my pace, pleased to see his head tilt back, mouth falling open. He was dripping over my hand now, making the glide much easier. The muscles on his arms tensed as he struggled not to move his hands. My pussy vibrated at the sight. Making him struggle was so intoxicating.
I reached beneath his knot to gently massage his balls, and his thick thighs spread wider for easier access, pupils shifting into slits. “Fuck, love, if you keep this up, I’ll come soon.”
I paused my movements, narrowing my eyes. “You’d better not. You’ll come when I say come, husband.”
He choked out a laugh. “Say that again.”
“Will you do as I say?”
“You literally have me by the balls, I’ll do anything you want, Sunshine.”
I leaned forward and licked over his tip, tasting the icy flavor. “Good boy.”
I then took him deep in my mouth, still massaging his balls and holding him stiffly.
He cursed, back arching as I wiped my tongue along his ridges.
He was getting too excited, and my nipples hardened just watching him squirm from my efforts.
However, if I wanted to make this last, I had to slow it down.
I released him from my mouth with an audible pop.
I then moved my hands to his thighs rubbing up and down over his cool skin. Without thinking, I kissed his inner thigh, giving the tight skin a slight nibble. “Shall I continue, husband?”
He was practically shivering beneath me. “Fuck yes.”
I cocked a playful brow. “Fuck yes, what?”
He grinned. “Fuck yes, please, goddess, wife, my omega.”
I could feel myself dripping for him. He really knew how to turn me on.
I gripped his dripping cock again and pumped him.
His hips jutted up to match my movements, but I slowed my movements, bringing him to a pause, before dipping down to take him halfway in my mouth.
I continued to pump his cock as I ran my tongue again along his sensitive ridges.
He groaned, and I looked up to see he’d moved his hands to the bedding, fingers gripping the blankets so tightly his knuckles were white. “Wife, I’m going to come. Please don’t stop, please.”
I loved when he begged. A trickle of slick escaped down my right thigh, and I became dizzy with lust. I continued to stroke him but released him from my mouth. “Now, you know better than to tell me what to do.”
He glared down at me, his face desperate with need as his body continued to gyrate under my fingers. “I did say please.”
I tapped my chin with my free hand, continuing my ministrations and quickening my speed with my other hand. “You did. I can give you that. Now don’t move.” I licked along the underside of his cock before taking him in my mouth again.
He swore, as I continued, fighting to prevent his body from moving, until he could hold still no longer.
He slammed his hips up but still not as high as he could have gone with my tight hold on him.
His body spasmed, and I felt the first long rope of his cold release down my throat.
My pussy tightened as I watched him lose control, his back arching, eyes closed tight, his cry of pleasure making me dampen even more.
He soon settled back down to my bedding, and I licked him almost clean, bringing forth another orgasm from him.
When I was done, he looked at me with glazed, gracious eyes.
It was one of many little things I used to like about him.
The way he never took any intimate moment between us for granted.
I had been surprised by that early on because he was cocky and desired by many.
I assumed that sex was so easy for him that he didn’t value it as much.
I was wrong. I was always wrong when it came to him in those early days.
He sat up, pulling up his pants. He then pulled me to his lap.
I normally would have protested, and he knew this, but he began to purr, the rumbling bass in his chest loud in the quiet room.
“Thank you, love.” He placed his hand on my thigh and slowly moved it to my center.
“Do you need a nap or do you want to… play some more.”
Yes, I absolutely wanted to play. My body would punish me if I didn’t.
The smell of smoke stopped me from responding. “Something’s burning.”
“Oh shit,” Ivan cried, lifting me off him and then jumping to his feet. “Be right back.”
I sat there, confused. Had he been cooking and forgot?
He soon reappeared, a sheepish look on his now reddened face. “I had made dinner for you and came up here to let you know. I got distracted, but your kitchen is fine.”
I frowned. “You forgot that easily? Even before the sex? That’s not like you.”
He rubbed the back of his neck, looking away. “No, it’s not. It won’t happen again.”
“Maybe we should go back to the infirmary, to get a checkup. You’ve been forgetting things a lot lately.”
He shook his head. “No, I’m fine. I need a little more time to heal. The doctor said it takes time.”
“I understand, but I don’t want my apartment to burn down in the process.” I reached up to grab his hand. “Also, I’m worried.”
He lifted our joined hands and kissed the top of mine. “Don’t be, love. I’m going to get better. I have husbandly duties to uphold.”
He said that with confidence, but I knew him too well. Knew the haunted look in his eyes. He was more concerned than he was letting on. And, therefore, so was I.