There was no doubt he knew what he was doing.

Ivan’s knowledge of a woman’s body was something I didn’t want to dwell upon, but in this moment made me supremely grateful he possessed. I floated along and let him take me to the mountain peak, mindful that he had yet to give me permission to come.

Oh God, I’m going to die.

And it would be a lovely fucking death. Quite literally.

I was already addicted to his touch on my skin, his natural scent, the weight of him when he was on top of me. I’d been wary of Ivan before for this very reason. I’d known I’d want him too much. Craving something too much had been my problem before, and even I could recognize how I was slipping back into the temptations of allowing my physical desires to rule me. It was me being reckless, taking risks.

But hell, it felt so damn good with him I couldn’t deny what I wanted so desperately.

I nearly screamed when he took his fingers away. My eyes flared open in protest. But Ivan was right there, looking determined and watching me. “I know you want to come, but when you do, it will be at the end of my cock. I’ll be in you.”

Oh my God, yes, please. He was already sheathing himself while he said the words to me; the anticipation causing me to shudder at how he would feel again. I’d had the experience of him inside me now, of course, but not nearly enough. I needed another reminder. Or ten.

He mounted up, gripping my shins and bending me at the knees to make his way. He had me spread so open and exposed I felt the flush of embarrassment when I saw him looking me over. But the expression in his beautiful eyes quickly snubbed out any embarrassment on my part and replaced it with white hot desire. Ivan liked what he saw and made it clear. I could also tell this was an enactment of his kink. He wanted me restrained and spread out for him. It was how he liked to fuck.

But the thing was, I liked it too.

When he sank his cock into me, I let out a low keening moan of abandon, totally unable to keep quiet. He filled me up roughly, but it was exactly what I needed from him. Rough, hard, drilling penetrations that heated me from the inside out. I wanted to feel, and somehow Ivan made it all work so that was possible. He knew what to do, how to touch me, what to say to me in order to make it happen—to make me feel again. The painful grip on the back of my thighs, holding me open. The deep, hard strokes pounding as far into me as he could go. The harsh look on his face as he took what he wanted. I own this body of yours when I have my cock in you. Oh yes, I remembered what he’d said earlier. Remembered and noted.