and warming me right up. His hands roamed my body, stroking and squeezing until I was panting with need. His thick fingers traced my labia, dipping between and swirling around my clit. He slid one finger and then two more deep inside me, stretching me and stroking inside for that spot that made me gasp. When he found it, I arched off the bed. “Ivan!”
“I want you to come for me,” he ordered before capturing my mouth. “I want you to soak my hand with your cum. Get so wet my dick slides right in, so you can take all of it, balls deep.”
“Ivan!” I gripped his wrist as he fingered me faster and faster. He moved his thumb over my clit, letting it rub against my swollen pearl with every thrust of his wrist. I was obscenely wet now, my body dripping for him and the promise of that huge cock. My thighs tensed, and I dug my toes into the soft bedding. He kissed me roughly, forcing his tongue between my lips, and I lost it. With a guttural groan, I did exactly as he asked. I came hard and soaked his hand.
I was still shaking and trembling with the aftershocks of my orgasm when he flipped me over, tossing me around on the bed and shoving my knees forward to cant my ass higher. The bed moved as he jerked down his boxer briefs and threw them. I screamed in shock when I felt his tongue, not his cock, on my pussy. “Ivan!”
He gripped the backs of my thighs and buried his face in me. My embarrassment at being licked like this faded quickly when his tongue settled over my clit. At that point, I lost all inhibition. He could do whatever he wanted as long as he kept fluttering his tongue right there.
When I started to pant and shake, he pulled his face away from me, drawing a moan of protest from my throat. He grabbed my hips and rubbed his shaft against my slick heat. With a forceful thrust, he buried his entire length inside me. I cried out at the shock and relief of being filled by him. “Ivan! Please!”
“Please what?” He gripped my hair in one big hand and tugged my head back. “Please what?”
“Fuck me,” I begged. “Fuck me hard.” I reached back and scratched at his thigh, desperate to get him deeper. “Wreck me.”
He growled like a bear and gave me exactly what I wanted. He took complete control, unleashing that beast within him that I craved more than any other. I would be sore in the morning, and I would probably have bruises on my hips and shoulders from his tight grasp. I wanted them. I wanted to see my reflection in the mirror and know that Ivan enjoyed my body so much he left his mark on me.
His thumb suddenly breached my bottom, and I gasped at the wild sensation of being penetrated in both places. I couldn’t help myself. I reached down between my legs and ran my hand along my vulva and then over his shaft to his testicles. He swore in Russian, filthy words falling off his tongue as I made him crazy by touching him in such an unexpected way.
Ready to come and hoping he was ready to go with me, I moved my fingers to my clit and touched myself. It didn’t take much to get me close and even less to push me over the edge. I screamed my husband’s name, begging him not to stop, begging him to keep going, and he obliged. He gripped my shoulders in both hands and drove into me, pushing me down against the mattress as he chased his own release.
“Erin,” he growled. “Solnyshka. Angel.” He thrust deep and held still, his shaft throbbing inside me as he pumped me full of his seed. I panted beneath him, completely limp and satisfied. Unable to move, I let him turn me over and drag me onto his chest. I trembled with aftershocks, and he stroked my back and hair. “Happy New Year, baby.”
Sleepy and content, I murmured, “Happy New Year, Ivan.”
Chapter Seven
Even on a day when he was supposed to be enjoying some well-earned relaxation, Ivan couldn’t sleep longer than seven. His internal clock wouldn’t allow it. Not ready to get out of bed just yet, he turned onto his side and faced Erin. She was a deep sleeper. He swore a train could barrel through their bedroom