Chapter 12 - Mila #2
With a grin against my lips, Ivan hums, then moves to my neck, kissing first before leaving a deliberate nip against my skin. “You aren’t, but I’m being gentle anyway.”
“You don’t have to be.”
“Too bad,” he murmurs, lightly mouthing at my pulse point before continuing lower while he pushes my shirt up.
He fills my senses like he’s everywhere at once, caressing and kissing me like I’m some precious thing, and I can’t shake how it makes me far too weak for him.
I start slipping, losing my focus the further he goes, bunching my top in place as his lips find my chest and stomach. Instinctively, my abdomen tightens beneath his ministrations, breath hitching.
He kisses my hip and hooks his fingers into the waistband of my bottoms and underwear, and in a deliberate tug, he pulls them down. When my breath hitches, he grins to himself.
“I won’t make you wait too long, but I’ll still be gentle.”
Blinking down at him, I can’t pull my eyes away, all the while he presses his lips to my lower stomach, then my thighs. His arms slowly wrap around the back of my legs, lowering himself further.
And the second he presses his mouth to me, I lock up, immediately hit with pleasure. My lips part, and a soft, surprised sound slips from me before I can stop it.
Ivan hums against me, sending even more intense sensations rippling through me. I grip the sheets beneath me, bracing myself for the new yet addicting feelings he offers me so readily.
With his lips and tongue, he devours me like it’s the only thing he ever wants to do, not at all shy about how much he clearly revels in it. He kneads at my thighs, letting his hands roam along my skin at the same time.
Each time my hips lift away from the bed, I feel the curve of his lips against me while he holds me in place, not letting up.
And when I’m seeing stars behind my eyelids, he doesn’t let up, pushing me closer and closer to the edge while I whimper from the onslaught of sensations until it all becomes too much.
My first orgasm hits me before I can even fully process it, my body faintly trembling after clenching from the rush of it. Sucking in a deep breath, my heart races, and I’m left dazed while Ivan gently laps at me, guiding every jolt of static through me.
“That’s it,” Ivan murmurs against my inner thigh while he reaches for his own clothes, stripping himself while he continues pressing his affections wherever he pleases.
I lay there for a moment, trying to fathom what just happened and how he managed to bring me to the edge so quickly.
He moves back up my body, lavishing me in just as much attention before shifting to the side and leaving me colder where he had been.
I hear as he reaches over to the nightstand, pulling out a drawer and digging inside before pulling something out. The foil catches in the light, and relief settles in my gut at the reminder. I almost completely forgot.
Without missing a beat, Ivan tears it open, rolling the condom on himself before moving in again, spotting between my legs while he braces his forearms against the mattress. One hand moves to my waist, and he catches my lips again, gently coaxing my legs open more.
I hesitate at the brush of his length against me despite how good the friction feels, and of course, he notices right away.
“You’re absolutely sure about this?” Ivan asks, eyes on mine. He keeps his hand on me, but doesn’t move further.
The prospect of following through with this is daunting, but I know I want this. It’s just the unknown getting to me.
But with the amount of care he has shown me already, none of this feels wrong.
“I’m sure.”
Even with my confirmation, he lingers. “You trust me?”
I huff out a soft breath. “Conditionally.”
His lips pull, and he nods. “Understood.”
The warmth in his expression makes me soften, both lightening the mood and allowing me to ease into this.
“Just relax and focus on your breathing,” Ivan murmurs, slowly adjusting his grip on me as he shifts his hips forward. He starts kissing my neck again, offering me a distraction. “Tell me to stop if you need it.”
Nodding my understanding, I breathe a little deeper, urging my body to relax as I focus on the soft caressing of his lips against my skin, along with his hands on my thighs.
Then, he’s right there, pressing into my heat. Slow and steady, he pushes in, making sure not to get ahead of himself.
At the initial intrusion, my breath catches, but then I remember his words, and I force myself to breathe. To relax.
The feeling is so foreign at first, but with some patience, my body lets him in, and the subtle ache ebbs into something more enjoyable.
Ivan grunts as he continues, seemingly struggling under the pressure of me around him. His breath falters as he stills inside me, taking a moment. His fingers move through my hair and in a tender gesture that sends little sparks down the back of my neck. “Hanging in there?”
Somewhat overwhelmed with the feeling of him and the growing need for more, I nod, more dazed than before. “Please…move.”
At that, something flashes in his eyes, and his fingers move to my nape as he holds me. The opposite hand settles on my thigh, and with more deliberate care, he starts to move.
My breath hitches from the shallow thrust, back arching without meaning to. When a soft moan escapes me, Ivan groans again, then he’s claiming my mouth all over again.
Between his more demanding kiss and the measured way he rocks into me, I can only focus on the pulses of sensations and how incredible it is.
Then one thought circles in my mind…
I’m having sex with Ivan Lukov.
It’s startling, and yet, empowering at the same time.
More emboldened by the way he tries to hold back his sounds, I reach around him, letting my hands roam his back and shoulders, looking up at him. I watch how his features tighten in pleasure, and it only makes me feel hotter.
A deeper thrust pulls a string of moans from me, and my fingers dig into his skin while my eyes fall shut again.
It’s so obvious now what I’ve been missing. All the ways I haven’t been able to explore since being stuck with my family. But now…Now I want more.
The air between us seems to thin the longer Ivan moves inside me, and it almost feels like I’m high off the heat between our skin now.
Before I know it, I’m a mess underneath him, squirming from the intensity of each thrust, and every open-mouthed kiss he pressed against my skin. I arch into him further as I grip him, clinging more than I ever thought I would.
And before I can say anything, the flickering sensation in my stomach builds fast enough to make my breath hitch. Without warning, the knot inside me snaps, and a soft cry leaves me unbidden.
“Fuck, Mila,” Ivan utters against my neck, hips twitching from the way I constrict around him, causing his thrusts to falter. “You’re so tight…Christ—“
He grunts, gripping my thigh tighter before giving in completely, and with a groan, he releases into the condom.
Riding it out with a few languid thrusts, he eventually slows, relaxing against me while his forearms bracket either side of my head.
Dazed and completely blissed out while light pours in through the window, I blink through the realization of what we just did while my heart continues to thrum.
With his breathing just as labored, Ivan hooks a finger beneath my chin to tilt it up, forcing my eyes on his. Though he glances down at my lips, his eyes are full of so many things I can’t even begin to name.
“Damn you…”
Before I can say anything, he kisses me again, so slow and deep that my heart stammers and I can’t help but relax into it.
I already know this is one moment I’ll never forget, thanks to the last man I ever should’ve given myself to.