Page 61 of Till Death Saves Me

He sits on the edge of the bed, pulling me closer, his good hand gripping my hip. "Come here," he growls, guiding me to straddle his face.

I gasp at the first touch of his tongue, hot and insistent. He licks, sucking my clit between his lips, his stubble grazing my inner thighs.

I brace myself on his chest, hips rolling, chasing the pleasure only he can give. His fingers dig into my ass, holding me in place as he devours me, his tongue circling, flicking, driving me wild. I can feel the tension coiling, the heat building. I'm close, so close. And I want him so bad.

"Ivan," I pant, my voice barely a whisper.

He hums in response, the vibration sending shockwaves through me. I lean forward, taking his cock in my hand, stroking him in time with the movements of his tongue. He's hard, velvet over steel, and I feel a thrill of power knowing I do this to him.

I dip my head, licking the precum beading at his tip. He tastes salty, musky, all man. I take him deeper, swirling my tongue around his shaft, mimicking his movements on me. He groans, the sound vibrating against my pussy, pushing me closer to the edge.

I suck him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, my hand working the base of his cock. His hips buck, his fingers tightening on my skin. I can feel his desperation, his need, matching my own. I'm so close, my body tensing, my breath hitching.

We both need this, this grounding. The fear, the worry, it's lingering, and I want to drown it in the feeling of my husband. In the man who I love and who loves me — something so unbelievable, I need to save it.

Ivan sucks my clit hard, flicking his tongue over it until I'm falling, shattering, my orgasm crashing through me as I cry out around his cock. He thrusts up, his hot cum hitting the back of my throat. I swallow, taking everything he gives me, as he groans, working me down from my orgasm.

When I finally come down, I turn around, straddling Ivan's hips, feeling the heat of his skin against mine. I lean down,kissing him deeply, his lips parting to let me in. He tastes like me, and it's such a turn on, I groan.

"Good girl," he murmurs against my lips, his voice a low growl. "You're such a perfect little wife, aren't you?"

I smile, rocking my hips against his, feeling the hard length of him pressing against me. "I love how you're always hard for me," I moan, my voice barely a whisper.

His hand fists in my hair, pulling my head back so he can look into my eyes. "I'm always ready to fuck you, malyshka," he says, his voice dark and intense. "If you ever need a reminder of how you're fucking made for me, just say the word."

I gasp, my hips moving faster, grinding against him as I feel the wetness pooling between my legs. He pulls my hair tighter, his lips finding the sensitive spot on my neck, kissing and biting until I'm panting with need.

"You feel that?" he growls, sliding his free hand gripping my ass, guiding me as I rock against him. "You feel how fucking hard you make me?"

"Yes," I moan, my voice breathy and desperate. "I feel it. I feel you."

He kisses me again, his tongue invading my mouth, claiming me, possessing me. His teeth graze my lower lip, biting down just hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain through me.

"Be a good girl," he whispers, his voice ragged with desire. "Sink down on my cock. Show me how much you want it."

I reach between us, guiding him to my entrance. I'm so wet, so ready, but he's big, and I have to take it slow. I lower myself onto him, inch by inch, feeling the delicious stretch as he fills me completely.

"Oh, God," I moan, my head falling back as I finally take all of him. "You feel so good."

Ivan's good hand grips my hip, his fingers digging into my flesh as he guides me up and down, setting a slow, torturouspace. "That's it," he says, his voice strained with effort. "Fuck me just like that. Take what's yours."

I do as he says, riding him, taking him deep, feeling the pleasure building with each thrust. His dirty words fill my ears, pushing me higher, making me wild with need. I never want this to end. I never want to stop feeling this way, connected to him, consumed by him.

He sits up, wrapping his arm around me, pulling me close as he thrusts up into me, hitting a spot so deep it makes me see stars. "Ivan," I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Oh God, Ivan."

"That's right," he growls, his voice rough and possessive. "Say my name. Let me hear you scream it."

Ivan's fingers dig into my flesh as he pounds into me. Each thrust is hard, demanding, filling me completely. I meet him stroke for stroke, my body moving in sync with his, driven by a primal need that matches his intensity.

His voice is a low growl, a constant stream of filthy words that send shivers down my spine. "You feel that? You feel how fucking deep I am?" He punctuates his words with a particularly hard thrust, making me gasp. "Your pussy is mine. Only mine."

I can only moan in response, my breath coming in short pants as he claims me, owns me. His hips move like a piston, relentless, driving me higher and higher. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, a raw, carnal symphony.

His mouth finds my ear, his breath hot and ragged. "You're going to come for me, Virginia. You're going to come all over my cock like the good little wife you are."

His words push me to the edge. I can feel the tension coiling in my belly, the heat building between my thighs. I'm so close, so fucking close.

"Ivan," I cry out, my voice hoarse with need. "Oh God, Ivan, I'm going to—I'm going to?—"

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