He does?
As he peeled back the purity seal on the coconut oil, he burst into laughter, evidently able to read her expressions better than she thought. “Yes. I do. Now lie back and let Doctor Feelgood have his way with you.”
She gaped and then started to giggle as he tore open the condoms, ripping a couple open in the process, and then obliterated the box containing the vibrator. She squealed when the other tube of lubricant shot into the air and caught it before it hit the wall.
His hands were shaking a little when he found the package containing the batteries and handed them to her while he continued wrestling with the tough inner cellophane wrapper on the toy. “Shit! What do they wrap these things in?”
“Maybe they want to keep people from playing with them in the grocery store?” she said with a snort. “You still have most of your clothes on.”
While he put the batteries in the toy, she kneeled on the bed in front of him, unbuttoned his shirt, and tried to push it off his shoulders but had to stop because they were so wide and he was using his hands. She sat there just staring at him until he looked at her. “What?”
“You’re massive.”
He glanced at her, and his cheeks darkened a bit. “I hope that’s a good thing.” The vulnerability in his eyes surprised her.
“Why wouldn’t it be?” she asked as she pushed the shirt down his shoulders when he tossed the toy over by the pillow with everything else.
“I don’t hit the gym regularly, and I was never one of those gung-ho fitness guys even in my prime years.”
She licked her lips as she stroked his rock-like bicep and shoulder. “You look very fit to me, Ivan. And I couldn’t care less about chiseled abs and whether you can bench press me or not.” She looked into his eyes. “You truly understood how I felt earlier. I mean you know how it is, don’t you?”
He gave a roundabout nod. “Not all women appreciate a man with…substance to him.”
It was her turn to look into his eyes. Convince him. “I can’t wait. How long is ‘quite a while’?” she asked as she lifted up the box that had condoms strewn out of it.
“A couple of years maybe, and I’ve been to the doctor since then. That’s the honest truth. I’m not just trying to get out of using a condom.”
“We can do without these then,” she said, tossing them over her shoulder so they landed on the bureau.
Ivan grinned. “Good, because I’d probably just tear it putting it on with these big ol’ fingers.”
“Whatever, chef,” she whispered. “I happen to know you’re very skilled with your fingers.”
He removed his slacks and then looked at her, his thumbs hooked in the waistband of his boxer briefs. She nodded, and he slid them down. She ogled the hard evidence of the sexy substance he was self-conscious about. His chest was lightly furred with a mixture of silver and black hair leading to a happy trail and a thick cock that made her pussy quiver with excitement and trepidation. Yeah, we’re gonna need lots of lube, like, all the time.
She reached out but hesitated right before wrapping her fingers around his girth, not because she was scared but because she wanted to remember this moment forever.
He touched her cheek and then cupped her jaw, stroking her skin with his thumb. “Go ahead. I’m all yours.” He didn’t break eye contact with her for several seconds, and she felt the truth in his words. If she asked him at any point to stop and go home, or to swing from the chandelier, he would, for her. That power made her bold. She could feel the heat emanating from his hardened cock the second before she wrapped her hand around him.
His face went a little slack, and his eyelids slid shut as he groaned softly, still standing in front of her. On hands and knees, she crowded in close and kissed him, tugging him onto the bed with her. His fingers slid into her hair as he welcomed her, and he gave easily as she crowded him until he’d scooted back against the pillows and the headboard behind them. She nibbled his earlobe, and encouraged by his moan, she nipped the flesh beneath it and sucked until she felt him thrusting his hips against her bare pussy.
“Having fun?” he growled when she pulled back to look at him. The power was a sensation she was unused to, and she needed to make sure she wasn’t screwing everything up.
“Yes.”
With a lopsided grin, he caressed her hips and gently guided her to straddle him, encouraging her to do what she wanted with him. She dipped her fingertip into the jar of sweet-smelling coconut oil when he offered it to her and reached between them again, to apply it to her pussy and his cock and accidentally poked his lower abdomen with her thumbnail. He jolted but soothed her when she tried to apologize to him. “I’m nervous. It’s been a while.” What if Bill was right and I’m just no good for this anymore?