Chapter 30 - Mila
The soft, almost uncharacteristic sounds that escape Ivan are pure, sinful music to my ears.
With his head tipped back against the sofa, fingers clenching into the cushions beneath him, he braces himself, breaths leaving him in quiet pants. Jaw slack, his Adam’s apple bobs with a hard swallow, and tension pulls his shoulders back tight while he resists the urge to squirm.
He’s the kind of sight I never thought I’d get to see with my own eyes, on the way to being completely wrecked under my touch. Knowing I’m the cause feels like the biggest victory.
“Christ, Mila…” Ivan utters under his breath, hips moving just enough to give away how badly he needs this, and how much it’s affecting him.
His shirt is undone and open to expose the muscled expanse of his chest and abdomen, with his belt undone and zipper down, free from the constraints of his boxers. His breath catches, then his eyes fall closed again, sinking back each time another wave of pleasure moves through him.
On my knees in front of him, I move slowly and almost torturously at first, with one hand bracing his thigh while the other moves over him in gentle strokes. I keep my eyes on him, not wanting to miss even the slightest reactions.
Each time my thumb brushes over the head of him, he squirms a little more, forcing himself to not convulse like he wants to. I’ve barely even started and I already have him more on edge than I’ve ever seen before.
A huffed breath escapes him as his head lolls to the side to peer down at me. “You’re doing this on purpose.”
A little too mischievous for my own good, I let my lips pull while continuing my ministrations, carefully stroking him like he’s something delicate, since I know it’s driving him insane. He wants more friction, but I’m not prepared to give it to him yet.
“Maybe I am.”
He swallows back a groan, softening it in time with a slightly firmer squeeze of my hand, then he sighs. “Seems inefficient when we both want this.”
“You want to rush, but I want to watch you struggle just a little longer,” I tell him, gaining immense satisfaction in the way he grumbles under his breath.
“I didn’t know I was with someone so sadistic.”
“Sadistic?” I echo, amused by the claim. At that, I let go, only trailing my fingertips along the underside of him. “I guess you don’t want it that badly.”
Immediately, a desperate kind of panic floods his gaze, and Ivan sits up a little more. Then he seems to catch himself, and he scoffs and tries to keep his cool. “You know I want it.”
“I don’t know…”
When I pull away just enough to be deliberate, Ivan gives me the closest he can get to a deadpanned expression despite his obvious arousal. “Mila.”
“What?”
“You’re killing me here.”
“That’s the point,” I hum, enjoying this more than I should.
Slightly more petulant than he ever normally allows himself to get, he averts his gaze, looking vaguely embarrassed. For someone like him, it’s unexpectedly endearing. “I wouldn’t do this to you.”
My grin stretches just long enough for me to savor the moment, but as Ivan shuffles his hips a bit closer in a needy gesture, I rest my hands on his thighs and look up at him. “You could always say please.”
When his eyes flick back to mine, I catch the moment of contemplation moving through him, caught between his pride and throwing it all away.
Finally, Ivan takes a breath and softens his gaze, letting the more eager side of him take over. “Please, Mila.”
“Please, what?”
“Please touch me,” he murmurs, straining from the lack of friction now.
As much as I enjoy seeing him like this, the raw plea in his gaze undoes me, pulling at my heartstrings. Not to mention, the quiet surrender does something to me.
Damn him for knowing what angles to play.
Feeling at least a little bad for him, given how aggravated his erection seems now, I lean forward, using my tongue instead of my hand.
At the initial contact, Ivan’s breath hitches again as he locks up instinctively. Then he shudders with a low groan the moment I envelop him in the wet warmth he’s been on edge for.
“Fuck…” he mutters, head dropping back again, squeezing the cushions tighter before bringing a hand to my hair instead.
Humming around him, I sink lower and lower, able to feel just how overcome by it he is, the more I take. The gentle pull at my strands sends a thrill down my spine, only spurring me on further.
As much as I love how in control he tends to be, there’s something so addictive about the way he gives himself over when he’s in the mood for it, giving me control. He could easily flip the script on me, but instead, he lets me do what I want, and that only makes me want him more.
Giving his thighs an encouraging squeeze, I focus now on moving on him, developing a pace that makes him teeter on the brink of losing his mind. More stifled grunts and moans slip from him, completely out of control now.
“You’re too good at this,” Ivan mutters, unable to stop the slight roll of his hips, chasing after more friction and warmth. It pushes him slightly deeper into my mouth, and his fingers tense against my scalp. “Fuck…sorry.”
I only hum my response, finding the honest reaction too hot to be mad about. Instead, I press further, taking as much of him as I physically can.
His eyes roll back, closing firmly while he tries so hard to get a grip of himself, but the breathless sound he lets go of is incredibly telling.
“Shit, babe, I’m not gonna last,” he admits, words more guttural than usual.
His breath turns more frantic, and when he can’t take it anymore, he gently guides me off of him with a relieved sigh while pulling me closer until I’m straddling his lap.
His bated breath fans lightly over my lips. “You’re insatiable.”
“I was just getting started.”
“And it was about to end really fast,” Ivan muses, hand holding the back of my neck while the opposite one slides the hem of my dress up. “But I need to be inside you before I let that happen.”
The promise in his words elicits an immediate excitement through me, and before I know it, I’m being maneuvered onto my back, sinking into the cushions while he hovers above me.
Another rush of desire shoots through me just from the sight of him, drinking him in while he makes quick work of his clothes, shedding the fabrics before easing my dress up and letting it join the pile on the floor.
Ivan hums and leans in, lips finding my neck with renewed heat, bolstering his every movement. His hands dip down, already working my panties off me next until I’m just as bare as him.
The second our bodies press together, skin to skin, the room goes up by at least ten degrees, and all our previous teasing and ribbing dissolves into pure lust.
“I’ll never get tired of this,” he breathes, latching his lips against my pulse all the while his fingers dip lower, easily sliding through my folds, finding nothing short of dampness from me. He grins at that, making a low, satisfied sound in his chest.
My eyes close as my breath catches, and my body immediately responds to his touch. I part my thighs a little more, inviting his ministrations without hesitation. The slow, deliberate circles he traces against my clit make me writhe and moan for more, losing myself to the fog filling my head.
And when he slips his fingers inside, my back arches from the couch, and a louder, more intense groan tells him exactly the kind of state he’s rendering me into.
Pleased, Ivan kisses every inch of me he can reach before finding my lips again, claiming my mouth with absolute certainty, leaving no room to question how badly he wants this too.
My whimpers and breathless noises get muffled in the kiss, overloaded by the stimulation and messy tangle of pleasure meeting frustration.
“More,” I mumble against his lips, chasing after them while my hips roll against his palm.
Ivan chuckles at that, gently taking my bottom lip between his teeth before returning, “Look who’s needy now.”
The amusement in his tone hits me hard, stringing me out even more from how impossibly sexy it sounds. But, to my relief, he carefully withdraws his fingers before guiding himself between my thighs, body pressing into mine.
“Fortunately for you, I’m more merciful,” he says with a grin, capturing my lips and adjusting my legs to where he wants them at the same time.
Then, to both of our relief, Ivan pushes in, making us gasp at the same time.
The initial stretch always knocks the air from my lungs, and my arms wrap around him in response. Bracing myself, I pull in a breath.
My lashes flutter at the immediate rush of pleasure flooding my system, and I clench my fingers into his back as he draws more moans from me.
Ivan grunts as he fills me completely, holding me much the same. He pauses long enough to catch his breath, then he slowly withdraws his hips, pressing back in. At once, we groan, caught in the same storm of sensations.
“God, you’re perfect,” Ivan utters, building up a rhythm so addictive that no part of me wants it to end.
Heat scatters across my skin from his praise and the way he surrounds me so perfectly, guiding me closer to the precipice.
My legs hook around him, keeping me as anchored to him as I physically can be. All the while, I drift, overcome by the absolute bliss only he can give me.
Head bowing while he growls against the way my inner walls clamp around him, Ivan shudders and lifts my thigh a bit higher, giving him more leverage as he continues to move, face twisting in pleasure.
The sight alone makes me wish I could force my eyes open longer to not miss a moment, but every thrust feels more intense than the last, erasing every ounce of self-restraint I had.
He’s reducing me to an absolute mess while I dig my nails in and move with him, somehow even more insatiable than before.
Ivan’s momentum falters for a beat, only for him to drop his face to my neck, where he buries more of his sounds and struggles to hold back.
The longer we stay like that, pressed together and urgently chasing the end while everything else ceases to exist, the more it blends together in a seamless moment of unfiltered indulgence.
The more I start to fray at the edges, on the brink of toppling at any moment, the more my body responds to his.
Then, with a stifled sound, Ivan drops a hand between us, rubbing at the apex of my thighs. “Come for me.”
The urgency in his voice and his movements is all it takes for me to completely fall apart, unable to hold back.
My thighs clench with the culmination of friction and pleasure, breath catching from how hard it hits me, then, with a deep arch of my back off the cushions, I release.
Ivan grunts at the constriction around him, thrusts coming to a sudden stop as he follows right after me, enduring those brutal waves.
Warmth moves between us while he fills me, breath brushing along my neck in quick pants.
He stays close in the wake of it, letting me feel the quickened beat of his heart against my chest without being too crushing.
After a quiet moment of us regaining ourselves while we stay lying out on the couch, Ivan sighs against my skin, sounding deeply satisfied now. “You are a dangerous, dangerous woman.”
Despite how boneless I feel now, I chuckle, finding the position too comfortable to want to leave. Arms loosely draped around him now, my fingers idly run up and down his back. “It sounds like we have a lot in common then.”
He hums, kissing along my jaw before hovering his lips above mine, looking thoroughly spent. “You’re damn right we do. That also means you’re stuck with me.”
Heart syncing up with his, I smile, managing to steal a quick kiss. “How will I ever survive?”
With a gentle laugh, Ivan captures my lips in retaliation, but neither of us pulls away at first, letting it linger.
And in that warm, intimate space, I know there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
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THE END