Page 27 of Sweet Dreams
"Don't take that the wrong way. I just meant I never expected for you to be that wild. I fuckin' loved it," he confirmed as he trailed a hand down my backside, pressing his hips into me. I could have sworn I felt him getting hard inside meagain.
"Wild?" I asked, then furrowed my brow and shook my head, not understanding where that comment camefrom.
"Yeah, you rushed me in there when I thought I better take my time, and then the dirty things coming out of that sweet mouth..." He chuckled as he shook his head again. "That was so crazy hot tohear."
I blushed. Dirty things? What the hell had I said? "Um, could you clue me in here? I was just enjoying myself in the moment so...I'm not sure what things I said," I asked hesitantly. I wanted to know, but I also didn't want to know. And why the hell were we talking aboutit?
"Don't you see? That makes it even better. You were loving what I was doing to you so much, you didn't think about the words you were saying. That's hot,baby.”
Then he flipped us over, still connected to me and began to thrust real slow as he shared what I'd said. "So big...harder Ivan...I love your cock...don't stop.” Ivan was smiling huge and looking mighty smug. I was still blushing, from him repeating my words, and from the fact that feeling was building again. And I was right, he definitely was hardagain.
Ivan suddenly lost the teasing look and his eyes went hooded again. "Come on, baby. One more time. I wanna hear you again. Can you talk dirty for me?" Ivan asked as his thrusts picked upspeed.
"I don't know...mmmm..." was about all I could reply with. All embarrassment magically left as the tinglesspread.
Ivan pulled completely out, ripped off the used condom, grabbed another from his jeans pocket, rolled that one on, and then came back to me. He leaned down to kiss me, then grabbed my hips and flipped me over onto my stomach, lifting my hips so I was up on my knees. He stood right at the edge of the bed, pulled my hips back, and eased his way backin.
The angle was good. Damn good. I felt every inch of him as he slid all the way in. I didn't think I liked being man-handled, but this was before Ivan. I trusted him to take care of me, and damn, was he taking care of me rightnow.
He started thrusting, his hands on my hips, our flesh slapping, and our heavy breathing the only sound in the house. It was like our own private porn soundtrack playing in the background. I pressed back to meet his thrusts, and he rewarded me by reaching around with one hand and finding my clit. Then he trailed his other hand up my back to wrap my hair around his fist, pulling my head up andback.
"Ride me, baby," he said, voice gravely and low. I complied, keeping a fast rhythm by pushing back to meet him, loving the feeling of him everywhere onme.
I began to lose my rhythm as my orgasm punched through me. "Keep going," Ivan ordered, a bit of desperation in his voice now. I started talking again, who the hell knows what, trying to contain my orgasm while still thrusting back on him. Then his hold tightened on my hip and he thrust into me all the way, dropping his weight onto me, pinning me to the bed for amoment.
Then he released my hair, followed by massaging my scalp. He pulled out, discarded the condom, and came back to bed. I'd rolled over and scooted up to lay my head on my pillow. Ivan laid down, pressing the whole front length of his body to my front while we looked at eachother.
"Even hotter than what comes out of your mouth is this look on your face right now, baby. You're gorgeous all the time, but right now...your hair a sexy mess, your eyes soft, your face happy, your cheeks flushed...you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," Ivan said smiling into myeyes.
There wasn't really any good response to that except to snuggle closer and kiss my man like I meant it. So, Idid.
15
Ivan spent the night.No hanky-panky other than naked spooning, occurred the rest of the night. We may be young, but I can attest there is still a limit to the number of orgasms one could have in a twenty-four-hour period. Plus, Ivan said he didn't want to make things uncomfortable should Bailey overhear us. I told him she wouldn't mind, but he said he didn't want anyone else hearing the dirty things that came out of my mouth. Those were just for his ears only. I couldn't argue withthat.
In the morning, Ivan woke me again with kisses all over my face, but this time, he added a hand at my breast, playing with my nipple. Being the floozy I've apparently become in the last two weeks, I tried to entice him into some morning action but he again refused me, saying he couldn't be giving it out all the time. I reminded him that if he was trying to play hard to get, he was supposed to have done that before we slept together, not after. He found me hilarious, but he still wouldn't put out forme.
The next two weeks passed in a blur. Work was crazy busy, which was awesome. Thank God I'd found Jaz when I first opened. She'd become my right-hand woman. I couldn't have kept up the pace without her. Ivan and I spent as much time together as we could. I usually spent the night at his place as he didn't have a roommate that might interfere with my latest obsession: sex with Ivan. The man had stamina, thank my luckystars.
Bailey and I still went for our runs on the beach, along with our twice weekly self-defense classes with Brinley as lead instructor. With all the activity, I would have to up my hot chocolate consumption to at least two per day, with extra whip, to keep mycurves.
I didn't have any contact from my stalker, which was weird, but a nice break too. I started to wonder if maybe he'd moved on. Detective Ramirez told me that stalkers rarely do that, but a girl could hope, right? I kept looking at the grainy security camera photo. He looked familiar in some way I couldn't put my finger on. I figured if I looked at it long enough I might recognize something about him if he ever got near meagain.
True to his word, John, the private investigator, kept his distance but was always hovering when I left my house or left the shop. I didn't even want to think about how much Ivan and his parents were shelling out to pay for his services. I tried to ask Ivan once, and he asked me to let it go. Said talking about it would only stir up an argument, and it had already been decided, so what was the point. Begrudgingly, I agreed with him, so I dropped my questions. The potential for make-up sex almost made me pick a fight anyway, but since I was getting it on the regular, I was sated enough to bereasonable.
Tonight, Ivan and I were going out to dinner with his parents. Ivan wanted us to get to know each other better, and I wanted to thank them for hiring John, even if I disagreed with their methods. I'd never had a meet the parents dinner, so I was understandably nervous. This called for some serious fashion advice so I forced Bailey to take me on as pro bono sidejob.
She brought home two complete outfits from Nordstrom for me to choose from. One was a plain navy dress that came to my knees, paired with a white sweater overtop. Shoes were tall wedges with wide straps, alternating white and navy, making the whole thing look a touch nautical, and definitely classy. The second outfit was a little black dress, halter style that came to just above my knees. The shoes were a high spiky heel with some fringe. Topping off the look was a tailored faux leather jacket. Both outfits were kickass and fit meperfectly.
I threw caution, and my budget, to the wind by keeping both, deciding to wear the navy to dinner tonight, saving the LBD for a date with Ivan. I didn't want to look like I was trying too hard to win over the parents so I added a bunch of silver bangles to my arm and my big, silver locket around my neck that had been my mom's. My usual make-up, some soft waves in my long hair, and I was good togo.
Now if I could just get my nerves under control. I had already met them so I at least had that meeting under my belt, but that was a surprise visit and under urgent circumstances, so by my definition, this would be our first real "get to know you" dinner. We'd already identified that I was a little rusty dealing with parents and if I was being honest, I was conflicted. I badly wanted parents again. I wanted that unconditional love, that sense of "home" when you're around them, that sense of safety. But I also didn't want to be disloyal to my parents, whom I loved so deeply, even today. I would never, ever forget them, nor did I think a new set of parents could possibly replace them. And who said Ivan's parents even wanted to be a parental role model? Maybe they just wanted to know who their precious son was dating, but had no real interest in me as a person. See where my head wasat??
Would it be wrong to swig a shot of vodka beforedinner?
Ivan had gone to his place to change, then was swinging by to pick me up. He arrived right on time, let himself in with the key I'd given him a few days ago. What said trust more than a key to yourplace?
"Esa? You ready?" Ivan called up thestairs.
