I bite the lobe of his ear before I whisper to him, "Why don't you bury that thing deep inside of me and cum until I swear I can taste it."
His nostrils flare and his eyes are a deep blue I could drown in. He pushes me off of his lap but before I can question what he's doing he takes me by the ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed, bending to clasp me in his arms before he stands up with me. My legs are thrown over his arms and my pussy is stretched open and waiting for him. He plunges his cock inside of me this time. He's so far gone with what I said he isn't thinking about hurting me or doing it too hard. This is exactly how I want him when he cums in me for the first time. As out of control and wild as I am.
This time when I sink down on him I can feel him hit the very back of me. He's ramming my cervix with every upward thrust and hitting multiple places that are lighting up like a Christmas tree. So many places are being sent to a place of ecstasy that I am getting worried about what will happen this time when I orgasm with my legs spread wide and nothing for me to hold on to but Ivan.
And hold on to him I do. I sink my claws into his back giving him new scars I'm sure. I lean my head against his broad shoulder and bite down when my body seizes up so hard my muscles start to cramp. He leans so far back that I worry we might fall but he stays on his feet the entire time he splashes into me. And splashing is what happens because as soon as I cum I know I have done something embarrassing that makes me want to bury my face in his neck and not talk about it.
I know how open I was, I know how hard I came, I felt the gush of fluid when all of my muscles squeezed up on his cock. We fall back on the bed with him still inside of me, his heart beating and making me want to snuggle closer to his chest. I have to think of something to say but what? Do I apologize for making such a big mess? Act like it didn't happen? Damn it why don't they ever write about this in romance books!
"That was fucking life-affirming, Kiska." His voice rumbles right under my ear. "I can't believe how hot you are. The fact that you fucking squirted for me is fucking delicious."
"Oh my god, you like it?" I sit up without thinking of what it will do to both of us. I have to work through a moan at feeling him starting to grow hard inside of me again.
"Like it? I would lick it up if I didn't have you wrapped around my cock. There's no way I'm leaving this warm, soft place until morning."
I lean forward for a kiss just as a knock makes me jump like a guilty kid.
"Who the hell is it? This better be because something is on fire, falling off, or so fucked up you need to interrupt me and my Kitten to sew it back on."
Through the door, we hear a soft 'eww' before Ace finally comes closer to talk through it. "As gross as that mental image of you doing what I know you are doing is, no offense Kat,"
I've been laughing since we heard the 'ew' in the hallway. "None taken, Ace." I rock my hips a little on Ivan's hips hoping to get him in a better mood so he doesn't kill his nephew.
"This can't wait, Uncle."
Oh shit!
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Ivan
Most of the time Ace doesn't call me uncle unless he's trying to start shit with me or he feels unsettled which is sweet but I would never tell him that. So as soon as he says it I am sure I have to go find out what has happened.
"Give us a minute and I'll be right there." I hear Ace walk off and turn my attention back to my Kitten. I really loathe the idea of leaving her right after what we did was so magical. Our eyes meet, I don't have to say a thing. She's already throwing her leg over me and searching for clothes.
I don't have to say anything but I want to. "Kathryn," she straightens up with her leggings in her hand with an 'oh shit' look because I used her whole name, "I love you."
Her mouth falls open.
"You had to know I did. Surely you had to know."
Her eyes mist over and she looks away from me, her chin wobbling and her face flushing. When she looks back at me a smile plays at her lips.
"I love you too, Ivan."
"I know." She looks at me like I stole some of her thunder. "You would never take a life if the other person didn't mean so much to you. You aren't that kind of woman, Kitten. I knew the minute I felt your little hand wrap around my sidearm that you love me." I walk over to her and take her face in my hands and give her a soft kiss on her swollen lips. "I just want you to understand I love you too."
She gets the sassy smile on her face again and looks up at me from under her eyelashes, "I know." Before I can say anything she continues, "I knew the minute you took me with you at the café." She goes up on her tiptoes to kiss me back, "You're not the kind of man to take someone you don't care about with you."
Damn, my kitten understands me so well - already. We dress shooting each other desperate looks across the room. It pisses me off that something interrupted us. Kat deserves to be pampered and spoiled afterward with a bath and soft words and more dick if she's not too sore. Instead, she is having to dress and walk downstairs with rubbery legs and a blushing face. Although the thought of my cum still being inside of her and running down her thighs does make a caveman part of me very, very happy.
We walk into the library hand in hand. I can tell how bad it is when I see Jim sitting in one of the tall backed chairs close to the fireplace. He's in fatigues this time and not dressed as a waiter.
"Well, I'm here now. What has happened that it is important enough to take me away from my girl?"
"Starling's dead."
Yep, that would be important enough to do it. Jim doesn't beat around the bush when he's telling me either. Just a 'he's dead' to mull over.
"The police were moving him from a low-security prison to a more secure facility because Roberts' had a feeling that something was going to happen. He got hit on the way there."
Kat gasps behind me. "Roberts? Is he okay?"
A question I want the answer to as well but I don't want to ask myself for fear of what it will be.
"He's pretty bad. Got shot a couple of times but the old bastard is tough. They took him into surgery as soon as we got there. I have men posted at every entrance the hospital has and they have strict orders to let no one in to see him except his wife, and she's not left his side so I don't think she's going to be coming and going enough for that to matter."
"Do we have any idea how the surgery went?"
"Last I heard from my men, he was out but hadn't woke up yet. It'll be touch and go until he opens his eyes. But like I said, he's a tough old man."