Maelstrom

Chapter 55: Shared Insanity

I let out a surprised whoop as he hoisted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, laughing.

"Take off your shirt," he told me, as he walked toward the bathroom.

I quickly doffed the voluminous borrowed T, happy that I'd chosen a pretty bra on our shopping trip yesterday rather than a strictly functional one. I stroked my hands along Ivan's broad shoulders, up his lightly stubbled neck, and under his jaw, tilting his face so I could kiss him. He tasted of salt and coffee and something uniquely him that I was starting to crave.

He moaned softly, sucking my tongue deeper into his mouth, and supported my weight with one muscled arm as he reached out to flick on the bathroom light. We stood frozen like that for a long moment – each of us completely focused on the mouth, lips, tongue of the other – before he set me down on the counter next to the sink.

His soft lips skimmed down my throat, still a bit tender from Mateo's choke hold, and glided to my breast, pausing as he reached the black lace edge of my bra. He hooked his finger into the top of the cup and pulled it down to expose the rest of me before circling my nipple with his tongue.

I gasped and sank my fingers into his hair as he pulled me into his mouth. Pleasure rippled out along every nerve in my body, and my sex clenched in response.

"This is supposed to be me guarding you from boredom," I reminded him half-heartedly.

"You're doing a wonderful job," he murmured against my bare skin. He ran his tongue up between my breasts to kiss me gently in the hollow of my throat. "I'm not the least bit bored."

He pressed his lips against mine again, and I opened to him at the first light probe of his tongue. I wrapped my long legs around his waist, pulling him against me and feeling the hard length of his arousal pressing on my clit. He carefully freed my hair from its produce-department rubber band and spread it like a silken curtain over my back. With a practiced twitch he unhooked my bra and slid the straps off my shoulders, then lifted my full breasts in his hands, moaning in appreciation as he gently kneaded the soft flesh.

I stretched the front of his waistbands toward me and pushed his shorts and briefs over his lean hips to drop them to the cold marble-tiled floor. Ivan grinned as he stepped out of them and crossed over to the shower, sliding the door aside to turn on the water.

I jumped off the counter and pulled at the drawstring of the oversized shorts he had loaned me.

"Wait." His command stopped me cold from my fumbling at the knotted string. I watched him step back to stand in front of me, my eyes devouring his magnificent body as if he were my own private candy store.

He stood in front of me, painfully close without actually touching me. "I want to undress you," he said softly. "I want to unwrap you like the perfect present."

He pulled slowly on the loose end of the drawstring until the knot fell apart, untied the rest of it with a single strong, elegant finger. Then he slid his hand into the shorts, into my new lacy black panties, and between my legs. My mouth fell open silently as he stroked my wet, tender flesh.

Ivan growled softly and grabbed the back of my head with his free hand, pulling my mouth to his. A sound somewhere between a whimper and a sigh escaped my lips as he continued his deft ministrations between my trembling legs. I gasped as he slipped a skilled finger inside of me.

"What is wrong with me?" he asked quietly as he shifted his mouth to my jaw and neck. "I can't seem to get enough of you."

A fresh surge of pleasure washed over me. "Believe me," I panted. "It's some kind of shared insanity."

Ivan laughed as he trailed his lips down my body, pausing only long enough to lap playfully at my breast. He knelt as he pushed the shorts and underwear to my ankles and dipped his tongue into the top of my cleft.

The jolt was a shock of electricity coursing through me, and I jerked away from him suddenly. The sight of him on his knees before me robbed me of speech for a moment, until his wicked grin materialized slowly on his beautiful face, and he reached out to pull me back to him.

"In the shower," I said quickly as I flicked my hand to shoo him away, too conscious of the smell of sweat and old sex on my skin.

His lifted eyebrow betrayed some surprise "Да, принцесса (Yes, princess)," he murmured. He took my hand and pulled me with him into the warm spray, banging the door shut firmly behind us.

He was on me again in a moment, feasting on my mouth and sending another surge of pleasure through me from the sensitive folds of my eager sex. I pushed him gently into the cascading water with my hands and my lips; a thousand warm droplets pelted my cheeks and closed eyelids and streamed into my open mouth as I broke off the kiss to take a breath.

Ivan grabbed my ass with both hands and crushed my hips to him. The length of his erection throbbed against my belly, and I reached my hands between his legs to cradle his heavy sack. He kissed me again, his mouth bruising, his fingers pressing hard on my toned flesh.

I found myself hoisted up and moved again, and my back flinched at the touch of the cold tiled wall along the length of my spine. I threw my left hand out to grip the top of the shower door's frame, praying that move wouldn't end disastrously, and braced my other forearm on Ivan's shoulder, my hand locked on the nape of his neck.

With an urgency I wouldn't have believed possible, considering our week so far, Ivan pushed into me, filling me completely with his hot, throbbing shaft. I crossed my legs behind the small of his back and tilted my pelvis to maximize the contact between us, to take all of him inside me. He dug his fingers into me in appreciation and moaned.

"Боже мой, женщина (My god, woman). What have you done to me?"

I pressed my face closer against the side of his, licking lightly at his earlobe. I didn't trust myself to speak. With teasing lips I pulled the lobe into my mouth, nibbling and suckling as his pounding tempo increased. My soft gasp became a moan as the pressure of my orgasm built inside me. It had never been this way before him, I thought, practically dazed with passion; it was as though I'd been going through the motions of something that resembled sex – something vastly inferior – and Ivan was showing me just what two bodies could really do together.

With an inarticulate cry, I came, pulling him closer to me with my arm and legs and sheer force of will. The feel of me spasming around him was too much, and with a surprised laugh he found his release, too.

Spent, exhausted, throbbing after that barrage of sensation, I clung to his neck and planted soft kisses along the muscle of his jaw. He shifted my weight in his strong arms and pulled me off the slick marbled wall, turning around to ease me to the floor under the shower's soothing spray. Gently, he tilted my head under the warm water and inched his fingers through my hair and along my scalp. My eyes closed, and I drifted.

Carefully Ivan turned me around and, reaching behind himself for the bottle of shampoo, began to wash me from head to toe.