Ida finally kissed him on the lips and moaned, “Mmm, I had to make sure first.”

Ivan kissed her back. “Make sure of what?”

“That you were who I thought you were,” she answered. “So I had to wait you out. But I liked you. And I see that you’re very determined and focused.”

She kissed him again.

Ivan asked her, “You couldn’t tell that from the beginning?”

She stopped and stared at him. “Men can seem like a lot of things in the beginning, things that don’t pan out in the end. But now I’ve been around you enough to know. You’re stable. And I like that. But let’s not talk anymore. Your cologne is killing me.”

She went after his neck with a passionate tongue, while reaching with her hungry hands to unbutton his black shirt.

Ivan responded by reaching his hands around to her firm ass to caress both of her cheeks.

She probably likes it a little rough, he assumed from her assertiveness. So he reached down to the bottom of her dress and pulled it up enough to grab ahold of her thong panties.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” he told her.

“I know,” she moaned. “Me, too.”

Ida stepped out of her thong while still kissing him. Once she had unbuttoned and pulled off Ivan’s dress shirt, she went after his pants.

In minutes, they were both naked and dripping with lust, right there in his living room.

Ida pulled out her own protection from her handbag to roll down on his throbbing erection. And instead of them hiking back to the bedroom, Ivan took the initiative to bend her over his living room sofa and take her from behind.

“Ivan, what are you doing?” she moaned. “We can’t do it like that. I’m a lady.”

However, she failed to put up a fight to stop him. So Ivan ignored her and continued his rough play.

“Yeah, and I’m a man,” he told her with his first stroke inside.

Ida moaned and took his pounding from behind, moaning louder with every stroke. “Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh…”

As it began to feel good to him, Ivan poured on the heat with more speed and pressure, grabbing her firmly by the hips with both of his hands.

“Oh, I-van! Oh, I-van…” she moaned to him as he continued to pound into her. But as Ida began to call out his name in both of its syllables, Ivan flashed back to his brief conversation that night with Lucina Gallo.

I-van Da-vid, I’m Lucina Gal-lo, he heard her voice addressing him again. In a flash of mental distortion, Ivan began to imagine that he was taking Lucina Gallo from behind instead of Ida. And he began to talk to her.

“You want me, don’t you? You want me.”

“Yes, Ivan. Yesss!” Ida squealed.