Having wasted enough of their precious time discussing matters that could’ve derailed what was already the best morning sex he’d ever had, Ivan reached between them and positioned himself to her entrance.
Keeping his eyes locked with hers, he moved his hips forward and slowly thrust himself inside. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he found himself fully engulfed by her heat.
Hot.
Wet.
Tight.
Fucking perfection.
He paused his movements to give her time to adjust to his sizable length and girth. “You okay?” Ivan needed to be sure.
Cera nodded, her hair making a swishing sound against the overpriced down-alternative comforter. “You feel amazing.”
It was all he needed to hear.
Bodies locked together as one, he began to move. Pulling back to near separation, his rock-hard cock became a piston, moving in and out of a welcoming body made just for him.
As they lost themselves in a whirlwind of passion, Ivan knew this was about more than simple physical attraction or primal need. It was a promise, a declaration of love and protection.
He would hunt down her stalker, no matter how long it took. Until that happened—and after, if she’d let him—he’d keep her safe. Cherish her for as long as she’d have him.
Their pace became hastened, Ivan’s heart racing like a thoroughbred on the final stretch. His senses became electrified with each subsequent thrust of his hips. Every lick and suck of her hard, dusty rose nipples.
Every playful squeeze of his flexing glutes.
Together, he and Cera moved as if they’d spent years perfecting their own personal, erotic dance. Fate had brought her to him when he’d least expected it and damn it. This time, withthiswoman, Ivan knew…
I’m not strong enough to walk away.
His movements grew stronger. Her hips meeting his with hard, hungry thrusts. Ivan kissed and licked and nibbled her lips. Cera’s fingernails dug into the skin at his back.
And just as he felt the familiar tingling in his lower back and telltale contracting of his balls, Ivan knew he was about to reach ultimate pleasure. But first…
He slid a hand to her bare pussy, his fingertips finding the bundle of nerves there already swollen and begging for release a second time. She pressed herself against his hand. Remembering the way she’d liked it before, Ivan worked her clit while they moved toward that glorious cliff together.
Cera’s breathing shallowed, and he knew she was close. He was, too, but he wanted to get her there again, first.
“Come on, baby. Let it all go.”
“Ivan…”
“That’s it. Give it over to me. Just let it all go.”
As if waiting for his permission, her head flew back against the mattress. A low keening sound filled the air around them as she began to soar.
Her body contracted around his, the orgasm working its way through her system milking him like a heavenly vise. He was close. So fucking close.
Just a little…bit…more…
“Cera!” Ivan growled her name as he emptied himself inside her.
They remained connected, their bodies fitting together like two halves of a whole, until their breathing returned to normal, and he felt like he could move without falling into a sex-induced coma.
“Holy shit.” Ivan reluctantly slid from the place that felt like home. Falling to the mattress beside her, he blew out a breath and gave himself a minute to regroup.
“I know you’re not supposed to tell guys this, but that was the best sex I’ve ever had.”