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Before I could ponder this unexpected development, let alone ask the millions of questions swirling around my head, he grabbed my panties and pulled them off. I gasped slightly at the abrupt gesture, but before I could speak, his lips were once again devouring mine.
I could feel the cool fabric of his t-shirt rubbing against the hardened tips of my breasts and my thighs instinctively parted to allow his denim-clad legs to slide between.
It was so surreal; I was completely naked, and he hadn’t removed one article of clothing.
As his tongue plundered my mouth, his hand slid down my body and between my legs. One rough finger lightly circled my clit, causing my hips to eagerly chase it, desperate for the friction and pleasure. I wanted to grab his hand and press it more firmly against me, but, once again, found myself tugging fruitlessly against the restraints.
Ivan lifted his lips and stared at me and, as if sensing my need, trapped my clit between his first two fingers and rubbed more aggressively. My eyes quickly closed as ecstasy burst through my bloodstream like exploding firecrackers. My hips bucked upward so sharply, I almost knocked Ivan off my body.
“Jesus,” he muttered and I re-opened my eyes to find him staring down at me. His expression was a strange combination of fascination, lust, and possessiveness. When I met his gaze, he ducked his face in my neck, his mouth latching onto my neck. The combination of his sucking bites and rapidly moving fingers were almost unbearably pleasurable.
“Oh my god, please don’t stop, please,” I begged mindlessly, trying to keep my hips in perfect rhythm with his fingertips. As I climbed higher, he slid those caressing fingers down to the drenched opening of my body, circling it lightly before sliding one large finger inside.
“So wet for me,” he murmured against the skin of my neck, then clamped his teeth lightly on my earlobe. I blushed but could hardly refute his statement.
As his hand sped up, he pulled back to kneel between my bent, spread legs, but my pleasure-drugged mind barely paid attention.
It wasn’t until I heard his zipper that I looked at him through half lidded eyes. “Spread your legs wider,” he commanded in a gritty voice that had my legs widening immediately.
I gaped at his size but wasn’t sure if he was above average compared to other guys. All I knew was it looked big, almost intimidating.
He had his pants slightly lowered and his hand lightly stroked his hard cock as he watched his fingers move in and out of my body, his thumb keeping enough friction on my clit to have me teetering on the edge of bliss.
I had a brief, crazy thought to ask if he was ambidextrous because he was doing a pretty good job with both his hands, but that thought was blown away when his fingers sped up. His fingers thrust with increasing power as his thumb targeted my clit in a way that had my eyes rolling back in my head.
“Are you close, Emmy?” he asked in a low, intense voice.
I didn’t even reply—I couldn’t. I just moaned and nodded, moving my hips in a driving rhythm as I sought the massive orgasm that loomed on the horizon. Pleasure was pulsing through my body in shockwaves, desperately twisting my body as I chased the ecstasy that was just out of reach.
His jaws tense as he moved his green gaze to my face. “The minute you come, Emmy, I’m going to come all over this pussy,” he gritted out. “I’m going to rub my come all over you.”
I gasped, then moaned, the thought, the image, shot me to the precipice and pushed me over the edge.
“Oh my god,” I cried, as rapture crashed all around me, my body spasming and my back bowing as I continued to grind against his hand, my heart galloping like a runaway horse.
As I struggled to regulate my breathing and get myself under control, I saw him remove his hand from between my legs and use the wetness from my orgasm to stroke himself. I was mesmerized as I watched his hand move with increasing speed, his jaw tight, his eyes moving constantly over my splayed body.
Suddenly, he gripped my hip and pulled me closer to him, aiming the head of his cock against the hickey he’d left right above my pussy as he stroked himself.
With a low groan, his body shuddering as he fell forward, one hand planted by my shoulder as his cum spilled in jets against my lower stomach and my entire pubic area. He even swiped the head around my clit, smearing the last spurts there.
Heat ricocheted in my body, riveted and unbelievably turned on as I watched him. His features were contorted with excruciating pleasure, low, raspy moans slowly escaped his mouth.
Unbelievably, I found my hips slowly grinding against him, arousal suddenly reignited and pounding through my body at his erotic display.
He shot me a look of surprise as he scanned my body, cataloging my reaction. Staring directly into my eyes, he took the hand he’d used to jerk off and thrust two fingers quickly back inside me, roughly thrusting in and out, finding every sensitive spot inside of me and ruthlessly stimulating it.
His calloused palm covered my pussy, his come to providing slippery friction against my clit. Seeing his come splattered on my body and watching him aggressively fuck my pussy with his hand had orgasm crashing over my body within minutes, a high-pitched scream escaping my mouth as my body arched and shuddered in ecstasy.
“Jesus fucking Christ. So fucking sexy,” he murmured, landing soft kisses on my heated cheeks. Again, his voice so low, I didn’t think he was actually speaking to me.
I once again collapsed, feeling lightheaded and exhausted. He softly removed his fingers from between my legs. His hand drifted to my stomach, and I watched in shock as he rubbed the remnants of his semen into my skin.
“What are you doing?” I rasped.
He looked at me strangely and shook his head, almost as if he had been in a trance. “I’m—” he started, then stopped, his brows drawing together. “I just needed…” he trailed off, his frown deepening. Instead of responding, he quickly fastened his pants. “Here, let me get you out of that,” he said, reaching up to untie my hands.
I groaned as I lowered my now stiff arms. He was quick to rub my shoulders, loosening them up enough that barely an ache remained, but his touch was impersonal, rather than affectionate.