Little Green Apples (Ivan×OC)

Chapter 22 🍋

As soon as they got into the van, Jessica grabbed Ivan by the collar and crashed his lips to hers. They opened their mouths to allow each other's tongues in. Ivan put his hand on her hip and the other on the side of her face. They parted for air.

"I suggest we get home," Jessica said with a smile.

Ivan didn't need to be told twice; he started the car and sped down the road. He put his hand on Jessica's knee and began sliding it up higher. Jessica hardly even noticed until his hand dived between her legs.

"I knew I made a good choice with the cutout panties," she said breathlessly, her head tilting back as he continued as she spread her legs further apart.

He ran his index finger up and down her slit as they got closer to the apartment building, before sliding it inside of her as they parked. She let out a soft gasp at the abrupt invasion in her body.

"Ivan... We need to get upstairs... NOW," she said.

Ivan ran to her car door and picked her up out of the seat, slamming it shut with his foot. He ran up the stairs with her in his arms. They reached the apartment door, when Ivan realized he left his key in the car.

"Ah, sh*t. Honey, would you mind unlocking the door?," he asked, slightly embarrassed.

"Of course, darling," she said, giggling like mad at hearing him curse for the first time.

She reached into her clutch and brought out her key, put it in the lock and pushed the door open.

When they were inside, Ivan put her down to lock the door again when she gave his bum a light smack. He turned around and she gave him a look that said "I mean business."

He slowly made his way toward her, his eyes dilating to black. Jessica smiled flirtatiously and moved back one step for each one he took in her direction. When they got to the door Jessica leaned against the wall for a moment. She was eager and quite giddy. Her smile slowly faded as his eyes studied her, a look of hunger taking over his face.

He moved closer to her, his six-foot tall frame towering over her meager five-foot-five-inch one. He looked straight into her eyes and slowly moved in to kiss her.

"Ivan...," she said softly as he leaned in and claimed her lips; his hands moving to the back of her head and tangling them in her hair.

She stood on her tiptoes as her arms clasped behind his neck deepening their kiss. He lightly pressed her head forward and skimmed his tongue along her bottom lip, asking for entrance, which she was all too happy to grant. Ivan moved his hands to her white-clad shoulders as she toyed with the buttons on his suit jacket. She undid the first two buttons then moved her lips to his neck just below the ear. She took his lobe in her mouth and lightly sucked on it. His eyes rolled into the back of his head with pleasure.

"Jump," he ordered in a husky tone.

She complied as he moved his hands beneath her haunches, wrapping her legs around his waist.

She brought his lips back to hers as her hands resumed their position on the back of his neck. Ivan turned the doorknob and nudged the door with his foot. He carried Jessica over the threshold; momentarily breaking their kiss, they stared at each other with anticipation.

Ivan began to undo the rest of the buttons on his jacket as he watched Jessica let down her gently curled golden locks.

Ivan looked at his wife in wonder... How could someone so beautiful want him? The question immediately left his mind as she requested his help.

"Ivan, could you unzip me, please?"

He stiffened for a split second but pulled the zipper down, watching as a black lace corset came into view. He felt his blood rush south. The dress slid off her shoulders; he left a light trail of kisses until her dress fell to the floor and pooled around her feet. She stepped out of it and turned to face him again.