I had no choice but to comply with Ivan's desire for us to go back to the hotel. While we were on the way, I felt a sense of unease in my chest. To be honest, I wasn't scared; in fact, I was genuinely excited.
My mind was filled with various explicit thoughts. Would it be painful like the first time? Would he find pleasure in being with me? I hoped he would. I aspired to meet his needs and desires, making sure there was no temptation for him to seek comfort elsewhere.
Ivan nipped at my shoulder, eliciting a playful squirm from me.
"Ivan!" I scolded him, but he responded with a warm embrace.
"I'm just overcome with excitement," he whispered with a mischievous grin, gently nibbling and lightly tracing my ear with his tongue.
"When was the last time that we-"
"When you were drunk, and t
