Maelstrom

Chapter 46: First Aid

I instinctively jammed the injured thumb into my mouth, and the coppery tang polluted my tongue. Ivan turned me to face him.

"Let me see," he ordered. I shook my head, still nursing my wound. He firmly pulled my hand away from my mouth and pulled me the couple of steps to the sink. I winced as the water hit the throbbing flesh, but soon the pain was blunted by the seeping cold.

Ivan straightened after foraging under the sink, a small first aid kit in his hand. I was impressed. "That's clever. When I get home, I'm moving my bandages to the kitchen," I told him.

He grinned and turned off the water. "I've never understood why people keep bandages in the bathroom; how often do you really get injured in the bathroom?" The blood was barely leaking out now, drawn in tiny scarlet rivulets into the clean water clinging to my thumb. He tore off a paper towel and pressed it to the wound. I winced again.

"Sorry," he apologized. He lifted my hand above my head to slow the bleeding, and my shirt gaped open where the buttons were missing. Ivan's focus divided instantly and, keeping pressure on my thumb with one hand, he slipped the other inside the shirt to run his fingers lightly over my breast.

I was unable to control my shiver. "That's a rather unconventional treatment for a cut," I commented.

"I think I may have mentioned earlier that I'm not a doctor," he said gruffly. His strong fingers cupped my breast and squeezed it gently before moving his thumb to flick over my nipple, as I had done to him earlier.

I gasped. "Do you know what you're getting into?" I demanded.

"Right now?" he murmured. "This shirt." He moved his hand to the side, opening the gap left by the missing buttons and baring me to his gaze. He quickly lowered his head to my breast, drawing my nipple into his mouth with a strong pull.

A current of electricity chased under my skin from his tongue to my groin, and I heard myself moan wantonly. What was he doing to me? His lips, his tongue, his teeth – they licked and teased and rolled and nipped until I thought I was going to scream or swoon. His hand tugged roughly at my panties, and once again they slipped to the floor.

"I told you putting those on was just a waste of time," he rumbled. He roughly took possession of my mouth and pressed me against the long counter next to the refrigerator.

I slid the fingers of my uninjured hand around to his back and into his waistband, bringing them around to free his straining cock, then back again to caress his hard, ripped ass and ease the boxer briefs down to his thighs. Squirming, determined not to break contact with his lips, I wiggled my way onto the counter and extended my right leg until my toes gripped the edge of the island opposite. My other heel found a long drawer handle beneath me and I braced myself as I reached down to guide Ivan between my legs.

My head thumped against the upper cabinets as he thrust into me. My sensitive flesh was still swollen and tender from our recent couplings, bringing the pleasure of his entry perilously close to pain. My eyes rolled back in my head, and my weight sagged against the arm he had pinned to the cabinet door above my head. His other hand was clamped onto my ass, preventing me from sliding backwards each time he slammed into me, driving hot waves of pleasure up my spine to my brain.

I gripped his rippling arm to pull myself into him. It was too much, too much. I had to come soon or I was afraid I would faint. I shifted my hips to expose my clit to Ivan's pounding thrusts.

My orgasm suddenly shook me like a rag doll. I pulled myself against Ivan, grinding us together, and brought my forehead down to his shoulder to ride it out. My convulsing muscles, my soft moans, finished him, and he shouted incoherently as he emptied himself inside me. We clung to each other as we spiraled down, back into our bodies, back into the softly lit morning kitchen with the cold granite countertops and half-made breakfast and the bloody paper towel still pressed between our fingers just over my head.

For a moment, there was just our breathing, a barely audible susurration as air rushed past lips. Eventually, he brought my hand down and lifted the paper towel to check the injury. "No stitches, just a bandage," he announced breathlessly. He eased me off the counter and steadied me for a second before retrieving the first aid kid from the island. Soon there was a clean, clear bandage around my thumb, and the throbbing of my wounded flesh against it matched the pulsing between my shaking legs.

"Better?" he asked.

I laughed weakly. "I don't even know how to take that." I pushed my hair back and felt a light sheen of sweat misting my skin. I pressed my legs together as I felt Ivan's seed begin to trickle down my leg. "I think I might need a shower before breakfast."

"Breakfast first," he disagreed emphatically. He handed me a clean paper towel and pressed another hard kiss to my swollen mouth. "I have a feeling I'm going to need to keep my strength up today."