50. Oh Ivan (18+)

“You know I love you so much, Ivan. I just want us to be happy.” I mumbled as I felt his soft, wet mouth kissing a hot trail from my neck back up to my earlobe.

“I want you always, I've miss every moment with you,” he whispered, before plunging his tongue between my lips. The kiss was sloppy, passionate and everything in between.

His fingers worked their way under my dress, his rough fingers gently kneading the firm muscles there and I moaned, pressing my ass into his crotch.

He took advantage of our position and lifted us off the ground, still holding me tightly against his chest. And carried me bridal style up the stairs to a room difference from the one at the top floor, he gently put me on the bed and slowly moving my dress up and exposing more of my smooth skin.

The fabric covering my upper torso was thin enough and he used his thumbs to pull away the thin material. He leaned over me and pressed his lips to mine once again and my hands tangled into the thick, dark hair on his