Little Green Apples (Ivan×OC)

Chapter 23 🍋

Ivan awoke the next morning to find Jessica's side of the bed empty, the smell of French toast and the sound of gentle humming coming from the kitchen. He got out of bed with an anxious smile, threw on a pair of boxers, and neared the kitchen.

He stopped in his tracks; Jessica was making breakfast in nothing but her sheer black robe and her lace thong.

'A good start to the day,' he thought to himself, amused.

He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, placing a kiss on the side of her head.

"Good morning, husband," Jessica murmured, turning her head to look at him.

"Good morning, wife," he replied with a dreamy smile.

She pressed her lips to his. They parted, nuzzling each other's noses before Jessica turned her attention back to their food. Ivan stayed behind her, watching her work.

She placed the last piece of French toast on a plate and handed it to Ivan. He set it behind him on the table, and turned back around to Jessica. She turned around with her plate in her hands; he took it from her and placed it on the counter beside her.

He backed her up against the cabinets, taking her head in his hands and bringing their lips together. She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him closer. He lifted her up and set her on the counter. His hands wandered from her face, down her neck, and settled on her chest; he started kneading and massaging her breasts as they kissed.

"I think a cold breakfast is worth the wait, don't you?," Ivan asked with a low voice.

"We DO have a microwave," Jessica teased, parting their mouths just enough to get the words out, their noses still touching.

He slid his hands down to the waist of her panties, tracing the seam that touched her stomach, making her quiver. He slipped his hands into the sides and slid them down her legs, leaving her in only her robe. She inserted her hands into the back of his boxers and slipped them down over his hips, his manhood already rock hard.

He scooted her to the edge of the counter, moving his lips to her neck and lightly pushed inside her, her breath catching. He started sucking on her neck, gently sliding in and out of her. Jessica threw her head back, giving Ivan room to run his tongue along her clavicle. She moved her hand up to his hair, which he took as a signal that she was ready to take him completely.

He thrust his hips forward, plunging himself deep into her. She let out a quiet gasp, squeezing herself to him.

"Lean back so I can look at you," he begged softly.

She did as he asked, supporting herself on her hands. He took a moment to look her over; her lips slightly parted, each of his thrusts accompanied by a light shake of her breasts; she looked absolutely enchanting.

Ivan lowered his mouth to her breasts, teeth grazing her delicate skin here and there before taking one of her nipples in his mouth and sucking it aggressively.

"Ivan... Ivan...," she whimpered.

He suddenly lifted her from the counter and carted her over to the sofa. He sat down with her straddling his lap. Ivan grabbed her hips and positioned her over his throbbing manhood and gently helped her to lower herself down onto him.

She wasted no time; as soon as she knew he was inside, she began to rock her hips back and forth before sliding up and down his shaft. She hugged the side of his head to her chest and kissed his forehead as she kept bouncing steadily.

She leaned her head down, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, occasionally licking the shell of his ear or nibbling on his earlobe. She felt him tremble as he grabbed her hips and slammed her down onto his manhood. He let out a deep groan as he felt her drench his shaft just before he climaxed along with her. Once they rode out their orgasms, they sat on the sofa remaining in their places catching their breath; his manhood still deep inside her and his head to her chest.