“This…this is amazing.”
“It’s home.”
Five bedrooms, six-and-a-half bath with high-end Italian tile all the way through, the house had cost him over eight hundred grand. All the room was necessary when packmates came to visit from out of town.
Lindsey drifted over to the backsliders. The private screened lanai, with a large pool and heated Jacuzzi, was tastefully accented by professionally designed container gardens. “Wow.”
She drove a ten-year-old Camry. He knew from snooping through her mail and personal papers that she wasn’t broke, but she was far from rich.
He’d enjoy the hell out of spoiling her.
Eventually, she turned, not speaking, studying him.
Unable to take the silence, he asked, “Well? What do you want to see next?”
“Our bedroom.”
Lindsey knew he had to walk over to her, pick her up in his arms, and carry her to the bedroom, but it seemed to take place within one breath and maybe two blinks. She found herself flat on her back in the large bed, his lips on hers, and then…
Aw, who cares? She wanted his cock inside her again.
He took his time, slowly thrusting. “Please, Ivan,” she begged. “Make me come.”
His tongue drew deliciously warm circles around each nipple, back and forth. “Not yet, baby. I want to play with you for a while. I can’t show you all my secrets the first day. You’ll get bored.”
“I have a feeling boredom isn’t a word I’ll ever use to describe being with you.”
“I hope not.” He alternated deep, powerful thrusts with short, shallow ones that managed to bring her to the brink time and again. She’d never climaxed just from intercourse before, but she suspected she was about to experience that for the first time in her life.
He slowed his thrusts and lifted her legs to his shoulders. His cock drove deep into her, stretching her, possessing her.
Lie here flat on my back and get fucked by this guy for the rest of my life? Sure, no problemo! Happy to do it!
“Look at me, Lindsey,” he whispered.
She did, unable to resist.
He kissed her leg and drove a little deeper, making her moan. “You think you can come for me like this?”
“I want to.”
He smiled, slowing his strokes and tilting his hips. His thick cockhead glided perfectly along her G-spot, his pubic bone hitting her clit just right. “Like that?”
She nodded, not speaking, not daring to breathe or move for fear of losing that magic combination.
At first she didn’t think it would happen, sure he’d change position or speed or…
It built, slow and steady. Unlike the volcanic eruption of the prior releases he’d brought her to, this was practically gentle.
“That’s it. Give it to me,” he coaxed.
She gripped his arms and moaned as the wave hit her, softly, tenderly.
He didn’t change a thing about his movements until certain she’d finished. Then he climaxed in two thrusts, deep inside her.
He lowered her legs and leaned forward, kissing her throat, murmuring to her.
What he said she didn’t know. She tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled his face to her chest, drifting to sleep content and sated.
She awoke alone in bed, the sheets tangled around her, the afternoon light golden through the bedroom blinds.
She rolled over and spotted the bedside clock. It was almost four. Touching her shoulder didn’t hurt where he’d bit her. It was totally healed.
“Awake?”
Lindsey jumped at his voice, startled. In his full naked glory, a smiling Ivan leaned against the bedroom doorjamb.
“Sorry I scared you.” He crossed the room with smooth, fluid strides and slipped into bed.
“How did you know I was awake? Not that I’m complaining.”
“I heard you.”
“I didn’t make any noise.”
“You rolled over in bed.” He kissed the hollow of her throat. Maybe she should be afraid, but she only wanted to pull him closer.
“You heard that?” She tangled her fingers in his hair and hooked a leg around his, hoping to keep him there with her.
“I promise I don’t howl at fire engines.”
She rolled on top of him, pleasantly surprised to see he was already aroused. Saved her the trouble.
He moaned when she impaled herself on his stiff shaft and gripped her hips.
“Ready for round two?” he asked.
“I think you lost count. This is more like three or four, isn’t it?” Rolling her hips in a slow sensual motion coaxed a low growl from him.
“I guess counting will get pointless real fast, won’t it?”
Lindsey leaned forward and gently bit his nipple, his replying gasp fueling her passion. “Do you always answer a question with a question?”
“Does that bother you, babe?”
She looked at him, his half smile firmly anchoring her heart to him. “Is it supposed to bother me?”
“Do you like playing games with me?”
“Are you trying to get the last word, or are you going to fuck my brains out, wolfman?”
He laughed and flipped her over, thrusting hard and deep. “Does that answer your question?”
She giggled. “You’re going to keep me busy for a long time, aren’t you?”
Ivan shook his head and kissed her. “All right, you win. Uncle.” He paused, slipping a hand between them, his thumb finding her sensitive clit. “Besides, I think I know a way to distract you.”
“Mm-hmm.” She worked her hips against him, loving the way he filled and stretched her. He rubbed tight circles around her nub, timing his strokes perfectly. Within minutes she had climaxed again.
He stilled his hips, kissing her.
“Hey, don’t stop now.” She wrapped her arms around him.
“I’m not stopping. I’m memorizing your beautiful face. I never thought you’d accept this so well. I figured we’d still be at the you cowering in the corner and threatening me with a kitchen implement stage.”
“Yeah, well, maybe you don’t have the market on secrets. I’ve got one too, you know.”
“Like what?”
“When I get PMS, I’m a real bitch to live with.”
He roared with laughter. “Then you’re my kind of girl, aren’t you?”
He’d have to wait until she told him the rest in her own time. Something hidden deep, and she used humor as an emotional defense. He’d learned that much in their few days together. They made love again and skinny-dipped in his pool. After, he called Jeremy and arranged to meet him for dinner.
They stopped by her place so she could change clothes. When they arrived at Outback Steakhouse, she nervously gripped Ivan’s hand as he led her inside to where Jeremy had their table waiting.
Jeremy stood at their approach, warmly smiling and extending his hand to her as Ivan made the introductions. She hesitated a moment before shaking with him, then climbed into the booth and huddled close to Ivan’s side.
After the waitress took their order, Jeremy leaned forward, folding his arms on the table. “How are you handling this, Lindsey?”
She nervously glanced at Ivan. He protectively slipped his arm around her shoulders as she answered.
“It’s an adjustment.”
Jeremy nodded. “That’s not the word I usually hear, but good. Do you have any questions for me?”
She met his eyes square on. “Can you kill those fuckers that nearly raped me?”
Ivan choked on the swallow of tea he’d taken. He’d give Jeremy credit for not reacting to that one.
Maybe this was a key to Lindsey’s deep, dark bogeyman.