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“There,” I moan. “Just like that.”

He doesn’t need any guidance from me though, he knows just where to kiss, just where to lick, just where to suck. His fingers move inside me, my wetness guiding him deeper, his thumb making perfect circles on my clit. The orgasm builds and builds, and I crave release like nothing else.

I moan, squirming at his licks, touches, and kisses. Ivan raises his head, still fingering me as he speaks.

“Come for me. Right now.”

He’s impossible to resist. He goes back down, focusing his attention on my clit and that’s all it takes. I release, my back arching as I allow inhibited shouts of total pleasure fill the cabin. He eats me out through the orgasm, licking up every last bit before standing up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Turn over,” he says. He’s hard as hell, and it’s clear what he wants.

“No,” I pant. “You sit.”

He grins. Normally, he’s the one in control.

But now, I’m ready to be the one in the driver’s seat.

Chapter 27

Ivan

Julie’s a thing of beauty as she climbs on top of me. I watch the toned muscles of her legs work as she straddles me, her hand reaching down to grasp my cock as she gets into position.

“Someone’s feeling bossy.” I move my hands along her irresistible curves as she places my head at her slick opening.

She grins. “Careful—– you sass me too much, and I tie you up.”

That gets a laugh out of me. I’m more than pleased to see how well she’s taken to our domination and submission play. Julie likes giving up control, but there’s no mistaking her independence and will, even when she’s tied up in front of me.

She moves my cock back and forth, closing her eyes and savoring the sensation of my hardness against her clit. I groan, the feeling pretty damn nice on my end, too. I put my hands on her hips, prepared to guide her down lower.

“Not so fast,” she says. “I’m the one in control, remember?”

“How could I forget?”

Instead of guiding her down, I move my hands along her long, supple legs. Julie’s body is perfect, utterly flawless. Every time with her is as exciting as the first. There’s a true sexual connection between us, one I’d always been vaguely aware of long before I ever touched her.

I watch her rub herself with my head, her lips spreading as she drags me along her seam. She’s moaning, her chest rising and falling. I can feel her heat, her wetness. She starts to shake, her full, round breasts, those perfect tits with their rosy-pink nipples, quivering before me. I can’t resist leaning forward and taking one of them into my mouth, the delicious saltiness of her skin washing over my palate.

Is there any part of this woman that doesn’t taste like heaven?

“Oh… Oh, Ivan…”

With that, her back makes one final, hard arch. She comes, her body shaking, her grip barely able to keep my cock in her hand. When she’s done, she falls forward, her hair draping over both sides of her face, her breasts hanging heavy. She takes one deep breath, then another.

“Was that good for you?” I ask, my tone wry.

“Most definitely.”

“Good. Now, if I’m not inside you in the next few seconds, I might lose my mind.”

I put my hand on the small of her back, guiding her down my length. My cock finally pushes inside, the first few inches of her pussy gripping me tightly. I groan as she sinks down further until every bit of me is buried inside.

“God, you feel so damn good,” I say as I clamp my hands onto her rear, unable to resist a squeeze of that perfect ass of hers.

She smiles in reply, her hips moving back and forth, the muscles of her core working in a most sensual way. I take hold of her tits, squeezing them firmly, teasing her nipples with my thumbs.

“Just like that,” she moans as she rides me. “Just like that.”

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