Page 117 of Jump on Three

I tossed my head back, crying his name as a climax struck me hard and fast. Heat gushed from within me, coating my lower lips. Ivan dragged his tongue through it, groaning his pleasure along with me.

I was still shaking when he rose above me, replacing his mouth with his fingers. He rolled my clit and sucked on my nipples while I cradled him to my chest and writhed beneath him. A rumble of a groan vibrated my firecracker nerves.

“Ivan,” I cried. “Please.”

He pulled my nipple a little harder, continuing the steady roll of my clit. One, two, three passes, and I was flying out of my skin, digging my fingers into his shoulders so I didn’t disappear completely.

He fitted his hips between my thighs, releasing a heavy, jagged exhale. “I don’t have a condom. I’m sorry.”

I had to force myself back into awareness. “The drawer. There’re condoms in the drawer.”

“You’re so smart, angel. What would I do without you?”

He touched his lips to my forehead, then slid open my drawer, making a sound of victory when he brought his hand out with the box I’d ordered a couple weeks ago.

Then he laughed. “This is a very large box.”

I raised my legs up his sides, opening myself to him. “It’s aspirational. I aspire to have a lot of sex with you.”

He dropped his smiling mouth to mine. “I love you so fucking much. I’m going to take care of you.”

“I know it might hurt. I’m ready for it. All of it. As long as I have you with me.”

“You will. I’m never leaving.”

Sitting back on his knees, he ripped open the box. I pressed my thighs together as I watched him roll the condom down his thick length. It was hard to believe it would fit inside me, but I was more than willing to prove myself wrong.

He did not ask me if I was sure when he lowered himself between my thighs. We knew each other, so he didn’t have to. I opened to him, my legs, my arms, my heart, my eyes, showing him how much I loved and trusted him.

He pushed into me with slow, meticulous care, and I raised my legs to give him more room. My body gave way. Inch by inch, I took him in, even when it seemed like it shouldn’t have been possible.

Grateful he wasn’t checking in, asking me if I was okay, I soaked in everything about being with him for the very first time. His jaw ticced as he concentrated. When I whimpered from the first sting of pain, his brow furrowed with deep concern. When he was fully seated, everything but pure satisfaction was wiped away.

“There,” he uttered. “I’m there.”

“You’re there. I feel you everywhere.” I stroked his bicep and scraped my fingers along the sinews of his forearm. “Keep going.”

The first stroke made me wince. The second was a little better. By the third, I was adjusting. The fullness was new, strange, but I was beginning to think I might love it.

“You feel so good, angel.”

“I do?” I raised my chin, pride blending with curiosity. “Like what?”

“So many questions, even when I’m fucking you.” His nose dragged along mine. “Like the best thing I can imagine. There are no words. I wish I had them for you.”

“I understand.”

My mind snagged on him saying he was fucking me.

Fucking me.

I was being fucked for the first time ever. Fucked. Fucking my beautiful boyfriend who loved me.

We were fucking.

My inner walls rippled with pleasure, and Ivan thrust into me hard, groaning.

“I feel that, angel. What did I do to make you squeeze me that way?”

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