Chapter 349: Which Sight Of You I Prefer
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With their clothes discarded, Ivan lay back and watched as the seductress of a wife tried to settle against his raging member. Slowly, she slid him into her wet sex, and Ivan felt strained when she took her time to get accustomed to his size. She was innocently torturing him, but he already promised before he took off her clothes that he would be patient with her, but now, he was starting to regret making that promise.
Samantha’s eyes snapped wide when she took all of him inside her, she forgot how to breathe properly for a few minutes. Their bodies were immediately connected, and Ivan bit his bottom lip at the sight of them joined as one.
"Fuck!" He cursed and inhaled deeply. Her tight walls clenching against his throbbing member was driving him insane, but he stayed in place, allowing her to take the lead tonight. His hands went behind his hand, and his crimson eyes flickered with a residual flame just from staring at her.
After Samantha recovered a bit, her hands were on his chest, and her legs were on either side of him. She met his gaze, and he smirked at her beet red reaction. It was the first time he was allowing his wife to take him like this, and he could see from the way she gazed at him that she was still unsure of what to do next.
"What... what do I do from here?" Her feathery voice questioned him, and Ivan’s hand found her tapered waist.
"It’s simple darling." His enticing eyes returned to where their bodies were connected, "you need to lift yourself up slightly, like this," with his guidance, Samantha carefully lifted herself up, nearly sliding out of him but stopped when his grip on her waist turned firm.
"Then you slid back."
He carefully guided her down, "do it at your own pace, and don’t stop."
Samantha’s emotions were conflicted, she felt sort of strange having him place her in this position, and the way his length filled her inside was satisfyingly different, she couldn’t help but listen to his guidance. Taking a deep breath and recalling how he guided her body, she began to move, starting off slowly and anticipating this new position.
She gradually increased her pace as the pleasure began to build from the pit of her stomach. Her lips parted to form an ’O’ and she threw her head back when her hips began to pick up pace, riding him faster and faster that she was unable to hold back the squeal building in her throat. Her eyes rolled in her sockets, and she was no longer embarrassed by the wet sounds escaping each of her actions.