Page 30 of Sweet Dreams
The poor guy sounded heartbroken. "I'll be fine. Ivan will stay with me. And you couldn't have known he was planning to attack tonight. Please don't be so hard on yourself. I'm just sorry that Ivan had to get caught up in all this," I answered, not able to look at Ivanyet.
"He's a tough boy, can look after himself. We just got to spend some time with you tonight, getting to know you. We can't lose you already, girl," Mitch said in a low, gruff voice. He paused, cleared his throat, and then his voice perked up. "Please be extra safe. I'll have John covering you as soon as you wake uptomorrow."
"Thanks, dad," Ivan said at the same time I said, "Thank you, Mitch." My heart warmed in my chest as I realized just how much Ivan's parents cared for me. It was a familiar feeling, I just hadn't felt it in so long, I forgot how comforting it was. Between the dwindling adrenaline, Mitch being so sweet, and not knowing how Ivan felt, I was on emotionoverload.
We hung up right as we pulled into my driveway. Ivan gave my hand a squeeze and said, "Wait here while I come around the truck to get youout."
My heart rate picked up as I realized he'd be outside again, totally exposed to that psychopath attacking again if he was stupid enough to hang around my house. My eyes darted around the dark, looking for anything that might be suspicious. Ivan opened my door, helped me out, and kept me close while we got up to my doorstep. The bright flood lamps came on, and I'd never been so thankful for proper outdoor lighting. Ivan opened my door quickly, we stepped inside and locked thedoor.
I let out a nervous breath, turned to Ivan, and burst outcrying.
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Ivan scoopedme up and carried me up to my bedroom. I kept crying and buried my face in his chest, my hands over my face, trying to stifle my sobs. I hated crying. I cried so much when my parents died I think I just ran out of tears at some point. Or perhaps I was so profoundly sad at the time that since then, nothing else could compare, and therefore tears weren't warranted. Either way, I hated that I was crying, knowing Jackass was messing with my life yet again, but I just couldn't stop. I hated that I was still paying for the mistake I made in college. I hated that my mess had somehow come into Ivan's life nowtoo.
Ivan laid me down on the quilt, took off my beautiful wedges, kissed the tops of my feet, stroked his hands up my calves, skimmed over my thighs and hips, reached around to my back, and unzipped my dress. Then he lifted me to a sitting position. He got my arms out of the sleeves, then laid me back down again, my body like a rag doll, so drained from sobbing. I was still trying to get myself under control when he inched the dress down my body and finally tossed it to the floor. Then he stood by the bed and removed his own clothes, down to his boxerbriefs.
The bedcovers were pulled down, and he situated me back under them. He climbed in with me, rolled me so I was facing his front, his top arm wrapped around me. Then I felt him undo my bra clasp. And then those strong hands were stroking my back, rubbing away my tension. My sobs slowed to just sniffles and hiccups. Then my breathing started to even outcompletely.
The next thing I knew, I was waking up on my other side with the morning sun peeking through the blinds. My eyes felt puffy, but I felt refreshed and ready to take on the day. Ivan was asleep, pressed up against my back. His arm was wrapped around me, his hand cupping my breast. Something about seeing his tan fingers on my white skin was a huge turn-on. I wiggled my hips in deeper to his body, earning me a sleepygroan.
"Morning, baby. Feeling better?" Ivan said, a sleepy smile evident in his tone. The hand on my breast squeezed gently and his thumb found mynipple.
"Yes, I'm feeling much better now, thanks to you," I said, after a small intake of breath as he rubbed his hips into my backside and I felt just how awake he was. "You got work today?" I askedhim.
"Mm hmm...gotta be in at eight. You?" Ivan respondeddistractedly.
"I work every day, but Jaz is there to open, so whenever is fine." I was a little disappointed to hear he needed to go so early, but I knew he loved his job and so did I, so Iunderstood.
"Probably got just enough time for a shower, then I gotta go. You wanna join me?" Ivan asked as his hand left my breast to travel south. The man was a good negotiator that's for sure. I was already in a state where I'd do just about anything for him to finish what hestarted.
"Hell yes. Morning glory should not be wasted," Isaid.
Ivan let out a quick bark of laughter. "Did you just call it 'morning glory'?" he asked withdisbelief.
"Um...yeah? Do you prefer 'morning wood'? Or how about 'full salute'? Pocket Rocket??" I responded, feeling a little uncertainnow.
I could feel Ivan's body shaking as he tried to control his laughter. I was feeling all embarrassed that maybe I got my guy slang all wrong, so I tried an evasive maneuver by rolling abruptly out of bed, running to the shower, and calling over my shoulder, "Get your ass in here,slowpoke!"
I may have been an emotional mess last night, but one thing could be said about me, I got over shit quick. 'Specially when there was a hottie lifeguard in my bed offering to shower with me. And not only was he incredibly hot, but he was downright sweet and took care of me during my emotional mess. A complete manpackage.
Ivan didn't disappoint. He got in my huge shower behind me, no trace of laughter to be found. He ran his hand up my spine spreading goose bumps across my skin, then gently pushed my upper body down. I grabbed the built-in step in the corner of my shower with both hands, my ass up in the air in invitation. Ivan accepted immediately, filling me with his long length, aided by the slippery, warm water. He grabbed my hips and set a fast pace, careful not to thrust too hard, lest my face meet the shower wallunexpectedly.
I was orgasming in just a few short minutes, followed quickly by Ivan. He eased out and helped me back up. Then he proceeded to wash my hair and soap me up. Of course, he thoroughly washed my breasts, several times, but just laughed when I pointed out hisrepetition.
I returned the favor when it was my turn to wash him. I was extra careful around the bump on the back of his head, and I gave his healing lip extra get-well kisses. Then I had him facing away from me, his hands up against the wall, propping himself up. I was gliding my hand up and down his cock, soapy water aiding my slick strokes. He wasn't as hard as he was a few minutes ago when we first got in the shower, but he was making a valiant effort. Eventually, he started to shake and he grabbed my hand to stop my stroking as I felt warmth flood myhand.
He whipped around and grabbed me by the waist, sitting me down on the step with my legs out wide. He slid my hips to the edge, went down on both knees, and dropped his head between my thighs. Between his fingers thrusting inside me and his tongue on my clit, I had no problem falling over the edge again, gripping Ivan's hair and breathinghard.
Suffice it to say, showering with Ivan took way longer than by myself, but I wasn't complaining. This could easily become my new morning routine. After we toweled off, he went to make us some eggs and oatmeal for breakfast while I did "girl stuff" in the bathroom to get ready for work. It was when I was almost done with my make-up, when I heard a knock on the front door. A few minutes later, Ivan called up to me, asking me to comedownstairs.
He waited 'til I got to the front living room. Then with a smile on his face, he opened the blinds so I could see the front yard. And there she was. My car was finally returned to me. Brand new windows, taillights, and tires. I was happy to have her back, happy to have my freedom again to come and go as I please, without relying on other people forrides.
Ivan still insisted on following me in to work, then walking me to my shop. Then he took off to cover his own shift, but only after I promised not to leave the shop without someone withme.
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Iwaltzedinto the shop with a ridiculous smile on my face. Might as well hang a sign on me:Enjoying regular sex with my hottie boyfriend. I tried to bring it down a notch so I could get down to business and talk to Jaz about stepping up in thecompany.
