Chapter 49 Chapter 49 Elevator
The elevator doors are closing and I am untying my dress.
"There are cameras in here!" he says.
"So...." I respond reaching for his buttons.
"Fuck me, you are wild. Second rule!"
I pull back and look at him, no he did not just make me lose ten grand. Ivan pulls me towards him and slides my dress off of my shoulders and to the floor. He lifts me up pressing me to the hard and cold elevator wall. My body wants to stiffen but we are too busy focusing on his beautiful figure pulling his dick out. I hold onto him with my legs, my arms over his shoulders as he guides his dick inside me. I stretch to a familiar comfort of him.
The doors close and we start to move. He lets my hair down. One hand under my ass, the other resting on the elevator wall. He thrusts inside me relentlessly, fast and hard knocking the air out of my lungs. His lips move from my mouth to my neck, biting and licking me. Every grunt, every moan drives me closer to the edge. I feel my walls lower, why, why do they fail me when a hard cock is inside me. Ivan tears my walls down with every kiss and bite. My eyes close, my head goes up, my body starts to shiver, the pressure is too much.
"Look at me!" he demands pulling his lips away from me.
My eyes flutter open and meet his. My lips part and moans escape, the butterflies fill the elevator.
"I...I ....I...lo.." he stutters looking at me.
"No!!!" I snap, slapping my hand over his mouth.
I let go, going over the edge. Screaming his name gripping his shoulders as my whole body shakes. Every inch of me is in a extasy tingle. I feel him swell and twitch inside me. His last grunt comes out muffled under my palm. I move my hand and brush it over his beautiful face.
Ivan pulls out tucking himself back, pulling the gun out of his pants, he laughs. "It fell down my jeans!"
Placing it under his chin, he zips back up and slides the gun back behind him. Then he drops on his knees, lifting one of my legs over his shoulder. His mouth attacks me full force, his tongue invades my pussy. Licking, sucking and pulling at my sensitive spot. His hand slides up my body until he reaches my tits, my nipple is between his fingers, jolts travel down to my pussy as he pulls and twists me. His fingers enter me, he twists and twists them. Pushing every button I have, he is sucking out every scream I have inside me until my throat is raw in pain. My back arches, I grab a hold of his head and push him into me harder. My body relaxes as I orgasm, melting into him. He pulls back looking up at me.
"You look so good down there!"
He laughs shaking his head at me as he stands up. One swift motion later I am over his shoulder, we are leaving the elevator. Ivan does not set me down, we are in the bathroom. He turns the water on in the big claw foot tub. The floor is marbled black tiles, the walls are red, gold trimmed. He finally lets me down, his clothes are coming off. Twisting around to me he grabs the dress from my hand and puts it in a basket with his clothes. He puts some soap in the tub and we watch it bubble up while it fills up.
Ivan steps in and reaches for me. I lean back on him as we both settle in the warm water.
"You left me, I woke up alone looking for you. It took every ounce of preservation I posses not to chase you to Vegas. I couldn't stay at the apartment without you. I saw you everywhere, in the kitchen dancing around. On the couch stuffing your cute little mouth full of chocolate. On the terrace doing that yoga crap. Your quiet laughter, your soft moans, every sound you ever made around me, haunted me!"
"Don’t!!!" I cut in sharply.
He turns me over so I can face him. His face looks almost soft and tender, his cheeks are kissed pink.
"Don’t what?" he presses. "You don’t want me to tell you I’ve been holding my fucking breath since you left? That when I saw you today—" he glances at his watch, "—yesterday... I could finally breathe again? I miss you every second. Every minute. Every hour. Every fucking day. You’re in my head all the time. You’re under my skin—"
I put my hand over his mouth again. "What are you trying to say?"
"Will you marry me?" comes out muffled but I heard him clearly.
"Have you lost your mind, marry you?" I repeat. I shake my head, I cannot get married, I don't want to.
He puts his hand on my wrist and moves it off of his mouth. Ivan places it over his heart, I try to pull away. I can't love him, everyone I love hurts me. There is nothing inside me for someone to love. I am a shell of a person on a good day. Ivan releases me and I turn around again, I lean back on him. He is so much warmer than the water. It's past midnight....it's his birthday. I have to give him his present. I hop out of the tub in a hurry grabbing a towel. I dry off fast as he watches me.
"Are you running off again?" His voice cracks slightly.
"No!" I shake my head. "It’s your birthday. Happy birthday."
I lean down and kiss him quickly.
I wrap myself up in the towel and run out of the bathroom. Entering the closet I crouch down and open my suitcase pulling out the little black bag. I run back in the bathroom like a crazy person. Ivan sits up looking at me like I have lost my mind. Standing on my tippy toes I dangle the bag in my hand toward him. He smiles big as he takes it from me. I watch him open the small box with excitement. Ivan takes the cufflinks out of the box and looks at the design.
He studies them, lips pressing into a thin line as he tries not to smile too much.
"Mine! Huh!!!" he laughs. "I love them! Thank you!"