9. IVAN #3
Her voice is wrecked, breathy and desperate.
I look up at her through my lashes while I suck, watching her face contort with pleasure.
Her eyes are squeezed shut, lips parted on silent moans, that gorgeous tumble of dark curls spread across the white tablecloth like a halo.
She's flushed from her cheeks down to her chest, skin dewy with exertion.
Beautiful. Absolutely fucking beautiful.
I release her nipple with a wet pop, immediately latching onto the other one. My free hand slides down her stomach, fingers tracing the soft curve of her belly before dipping lower. She's already soaking wet, slick coating my fingers the moment I touch her.
"Fuck, baby." I lift my head, milk still on my lips. "You're dripping for me."
Her eyes flutter open, amber depths dark and hazy with lust. "I need you. I need?—"
I thrust two fingers inside her, and whatever she was going to say dissolves into a keening moan. Her pussy clenches around me, hot and tight and perfect. I pump slowly while returning to her breast, sucking harder, drinking deeper.
She's trembling now, thighs quaking against my sides. Milk flows freely as I feast on her, each pull of my mouth matched by the thrust of my fingers. Her cries grow louder, echoing across the balcony, mixing with the music still playing from my phone.
Mine. All mine.
I ease back, fingers slipping free from her heat. She whimpers at the loss, hips chasing my touch. Her eyes lock onto mine—those beautiful amber depths glazed and desperate, pupils blown so wide they're nearly black.
"You ready for me, baby?"
"Yes." The word comes out breathless, trembling. "Please, Ivan. I need you inside me."
I position myself between her spread thighs, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance. She's soaked, dripping onto the tablecloth, her pussy clenching with anticipation. I grip her hip with one hand, guiding myself with the other as I push forward.
Slowly. So fucking slowly.
Her body yields, accepting me inch by inch. Tight. Hot. Perfect. Her mouth falls open on a silent gasp, back arching as I stretch her, fill her completely.
"Fuck—" The curse rips from my throat when I bottom out, buried to the hilt inside her. "You feel incredible."
She's trembling beneath me, thighs quaking against my sides. I give her a moment to adjust, watching her face as she breathes through the fullness. Then I pull back and thrust.
Her cry echoes across the balcony, raw and uninhibited. I set a rhythm—deep, steady strokes that make her breasts bounce with each impact. Milk sprays from her nipples, droplets catching the fairy lights as they cascade down her chest and stomach.
"Look at you." I groan, eyes glued to the sight. "Fucking gorgeous. Leaking everywhere while I fuck you."
"Oh god—Ivan—" Her nails rake down my back, leaving burning trails. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
I pick up the pace, driving harder, faster. The table scrapes against the balcony floor, wood groaning under our combined weight. Her pussy clenches around me with each thrust, pulling me deeper, milking my cock like she was made for this—made for me.
"That's it, baby. Take it. Take all of me." My fingers dig into her hips, sure to leave bruises. I want them there, want her marked. "Who do you belong to?"
"You—" She gasps when I hit that spot inside her, the one that makes her see stars. "Only you. Always you."
"Damn right."
I lean down, capturing one nipple in my mouth while I pound into her. Sweet milk floods my tongue again, mixing with the taste of her skin and sweat. She screams, hands fisting in my hair, holding me against her breast as her entire body goes rigid.
"I'm—I'm gonna—oh fuck, Ivan, I'm coming?—"
Her orgasm crashes over her, pussy spasming around my cock in rhythmic pulses that drag my own release from me. I thrust once, twice more, then bury myself as deep as possible as I explode. Hot ropes of cum pump into her, filling her completely while she writhes and moans beneath me.
"Fuck—Iris—yes?—"
The pleasure is overwhelming, blinding, consuming everything until there's nothing but her and this moment and the absolute perfection of being inside her.
When the waves finally subside, I ease out slowly. My cock slips free, and immediately our combined fluids start leaking from her swollen pussy. White and slick, dripping onto the tablecloth.
Can't have that.
I scoop the mixture with my fingers, pushing it back inside her cunt. She gasps, oversensitive, her thighs trying to close. I hold them open, working every drop back where it belongs.
"Mine," I murmur, watching her body accept what I give. "All mine."
When I'm satisfied nothing's wasted, I pull her upright and into my arms. She comes willingly, boneless and pliant, wrapping her legs around my waist. I claim her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss, tasting milk and tears and everything that makes her Iris.
"I love you." The words come easily now, no hesitation, no doubt. "I love you so fucking much."
"I love you too." She whispers against my lips.
I hold her tighter, one hand cradling the back of her head while the other splays across her lower back. "I'll protect you. Forever. I swear it. You're always mine, baby. Always."
She nods, tears sliding down her cheeks—but these are different. Cleaner. Healing.
"Always yours."