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It was only when she’d cleaned it all up that she lovingly kissed the red, swollen crown and popped her mouth

away.

She rubbed her fingers sensually over her lips as she caught his amazed, awed stare, his chest

heaving. At last, he grinned devilish as he smoothed down her hair with a loving touch. “Oh baby,

tonight is going to be so much fun….”

Chapter Twenty

The night was fun – and magical, and passionate. Swept up in his arms, Olivia let him carry her into the bedroom. Her pussy throbbed at the sight of that bed upon which she’d first given the gift of her innocence to Ivan. He undressed her very, very slowly as they stood beside the neatly made bed.

And then, knowing how she loved to feel his naked skin against hers, Ivan undressed as well.

Olivia gazed with pride and possessiveness at his beautiful body. His every muscle rippled

with golden vitality. There wasn’t a pinch of fat anywhere and he was totally hairless except for the tuft of dark curls at the base of his cock. Staring at that magnificent member, Olivia had to lick on her lips, still recalling the biting flavor of his delicious cum slipping down her throat earlier.

“You’re so amazing, Ivan,” she breathed, standing there in front of him. His eyes blazed at her

artless, worshipful words. “I can’t believe your all mine.”

“Thank you,” he said softly, coming to hold her bare shoulders and squeezing hard. “I love your

body too. Every dip, every curve. Even pink, tantalizing fold. Nobody had better try to lay a finger on even an inch of this beautiful frame…because then I’d have to break every bone they have – and then I’ll kill them.”

Olivia chuckled under her breath, until she saw his eyes and sobered, realizing he might not be

kidding. She quickly lifted her hands to cup the sides of his close-shaven head.

“I missed you. I love you. I want to make love to you every day from now on.” The words

jumbled out, and Olivia knew why. They were just a few of the words she’d dreamed of saying to him all the while he was gone and she was afraid to lose him.

As if understanding and reading her mind, Ivan smiled. “I love you too, little dove. So much. I

want to tell you this every day. I also want to be able to touch your body like this and feel your breasts spill into my palms like they were molded just for me. I never want to forget how you smell right now, of warm, fresh flowers from a moonlit garden.”

His lips plucked on hers, while he squeezed hard on the supple mounds he held in his hands.

Olivia whimpered, pushing her softness to pillow against his hardness. There was a tremble in her

inner thighs as the moisture gathered faster.

Olivia was glad when right then, he carried her once more in his arms and knee-walked to the

middle of the king-sized bed upon which he placed her carefully.

And that night, he did bring out the stars as Amanda had predicted. Right there in that room –

there beneath her closed lids as he quickly brought her to her first blinding orgasm of the night. His mouth on her skin; her breasts and then her pussy helped swell her enjoyment into a climax which had spewed forth like a volcanic eruption.

Ivan…she gasped out his name and drew his head up from her sex so she could taste herself on his tongue. With her other hand, she guided his hard cock straight into her soaked pussy. He sank into her wetness easily but she still felt the tight stretch when his shaft got wedged halfway.

“Damn! Your pussy feels as snug as the first time,” Ivan groaned in appreciation, massaging her

breasts hungrily as he began to fuck her in earnest. She was glad he was going for passionate instead of tender. She could do with more red-hot and not so much sugar-sweet.

She’d missed him like mad and for the love of everything holy, she wanted to be fucked.

Olivia moved deliberately against him to get that very message across. She pushed her heels

into his back and rubbed up and down his spine with her palms in just the way he told her he liked.

He got the message and quickly ramped up the speed and force.

He plunged in to the hilt and used chopping, hard thrusts to drive himself home. Olivia loved

the pressure of fullness and depth he gave with those masterful strokes. She grew wetter with each minute that passed and the bliss was never ending. She loved it. Loved having him crushing her

slightly with his powerful weight while his shaft crushed against her delicate inner walls.

He stoked the flames and let it burn without letting it explode beyond control. She could tell he

wanted it to last longer since they’d both already come once already. Now, they could just enjoy the sensations of fucking without the urgency but with all the abandon.

A quarter of an hour of syrupy sex later, Ivan switched positions and lay underneath her. Olivia

balanced herself in readiness to ride, her nimble legs folded so that she could plant her feet on either side of him.

Ivan let out a growl of approval.

“Your turn, baby,” he said, hands sliding his hands up from her waist to cup her breasts

displayed so tantalizingly.

Olivia then knew he wanted her to take complete control – and to lose any inhibition with him.

Her face burning with a heat of passion and shyness, she moved her lower limbs, springing up till her pussy had released his length to the tip, before landing back down heavily. Wincing as her enthusiasm had her taking in more of his length than she should so soon, she froze and took in deep breaths as his hands stroked with rough sweetness on her swaying breasts.

In time, she learned the perfect bounce and rhythm to have him sliding in and out of her at a

pace and depth that suited them both.

“Faster, baby. I can take