“Y-yes. Yes, I’m very wet.”
“Are you aching and hot for me?” he asked, grinning as her hips flexed in reaction. He wanted to feel for himself, slip his hand inside her jeans, beneath her panties, and feel how slick and hot her sweet cunt was, but he resisted. If she could still talk, then he needed to focus on what was going on up top, in her head.
“Yes, I’m so hot. I…hurt…I thought…”
“Thinking again? What did you think?” he asked softly, allowing her to express herself only because the tension was noticeably absent from her body, except where he wanted it.
“The last time I felt anything like this with someone was…was when I was a teenager. Before Bill.”
Chuckling, he said, “With Samson?” he asked, letting her know it was okay to mention him.
“Yes. He could kiss me and make me hot like this.”
“Good. He loved you and would’ve wanted you to feel good. Now you’re a beautiful grown woman, and I plan to do more than just kiss you, if you’ll let me.”
Her pulse raced at the base of her throat, and she moaned, her arousal and the sensual beat of the music getting to him. “This is how you should be kissed, Cassie, as if you’re the only woman in the world.”
“But…But you haven’t kissed me. Not yet.”
“Who says?” he asked as he released her waist to gather her ponytail in both hands. “Maybe not on the lips, but that’ll come, too.” The muscles in her neck were relaxed, and she allowed him to tilt her head to the side, and she kept swaying with him, following his tempo, so they moved as one.
Time to move on.
He nipped at her shoulder, and the gooseflesh returned, and then he tugged at the elastic in her hair. He gathered the thick strands as they came loose between his hands, his touch firmer as she tilted her head down, giving him access to the center of her spine. He slid his teeth across her skin, and when she trembled, he bit down a little harder, just at the base of her neck. The elastic dropped to the floor, and she sighed as he gently twisted her hair into a long rope, enjoying her impassioned expression in the mirror’s reflection. She let out a long sigh, and then he tightened his grip on her hair suddenly, drawing a gasp from her as he gently kneaded her breast.
“Oh!” she moaned at the contact.
He rubbed her tightened nipple with his thumb as he handled her more firmly before releasing her sweet flesh to squeeze her shoulder and then gently palmed her throat. He could barely rein in his anticipation, listening to her panting. Her trembling increased as he held her there, her pulse racing beneath his fingertip as she let out a shaky moan. Angling her jaw to the other side, he nipped at her earlobe, delighting in the way she allowed him to control her movements with his grasp on her hair.
When she reached upward to touch him, on impulse, he wrapped his hands around her wrists and gently lowered them, pulling them to the small of her back. “These stay here.”
She made an incoherent sound, which he took for compliance.
Samson had said he’d be willing to give up his lifestyle, the dominance, the bondage, and sadistic stuff, but the way she shivered and moaned and acquiesced as he bound her hands with his own told him Samson might not want to hang up his kink just yet—and maybe Ivan was a little bit kinkier than he’d thought.
“You are so beautiful, so sexy, so fucking hot, baby,” he murmured against her shoulder before trapping her tender flesh between his teeth.
“You…You make me feel so…Mmmm, Ivan…” She moaned incoherently as she bowed her back, her body telling him how much she loved the heightened play, and then she rubbed her ass against his erection.
She tried to turn to him, opening her mouth for a kiss, but he clutched her hair and turned her head away, not giving her what she wanted, and nipped her again. Not yet. She squeaked, and when he checked the mirror, her full lips were parted in pleasure and her eyes heavy lidded and unfocused. Need sank its teeth into him, the lust riding him insistently. She attempted to turn to him again, and he allowed her a few inches, wrapping his hand around her breast again, kneading her as he nosed her hair aside and kissed and nibbled at her other shoulder.
Her breathing changed, growing more erratic as he thumbed her nipple harder and then slid his hand in a slow trail down her abdomen. He gathered the hem of her top, and she keened softly when his fingertips made contact with the bare, hot skin above her waistband and he dipped beneath the denim.
“Ivan, oh my…oh, baby!” she yelped. “I’m so…”
“Tell me how it feels. Are you ready to come? Want me to touch you, feel how fucking hot you are right now?”