Chapter Twelve
The days slipped by without any further drama. But Ivan and Tariq avoided going to the office just in case – and instead they worked from Samira’s home. She was happy to have them around, and thankfully no one had found them there yet. She was secretly delighted that Ivan seemed distracted now anyway. He didn’t seem to care about the perpetual motion device or the liberation of humanity anymore. He just wanted to be with her. And she wanted to be with him. She was forcing herself to go to her lectures, but being with Ivan was what she was living for now. And that made her very happy.
As he’d promised, he’d completely possessed her mind and body. With every breath, she wanted to be in his arms. She’d never known happiness like it. Obviously Ivan would need to go back to New York at some point, because that was where he called home. But Samira knew he liked her. She couldn’t bear to ask him outright, but she was curious to know if this relationship was going further than just a fling. She didn’t want to get her hopes up, but she wondered whether Ivan could be persuaded to move to California – it wasn’t as if he needed to specifically be in New York to work on the project with Tariq. If they were still going ahead with it.
Samira sat on the warm soft sand of the local beach, clutching her file-folder, and waiting for her man. He’d said he’d meet her at sunset, but she’d arrived early, unable to control her excitement about seeing him. She’d woken up in his arms this morning, and it’d been hard to tear herself away after they’d showered together and kissed and kissed…
The sunset was spectacular this evening, hovering in the sky like a huge orange ball over the ocean, turning the world a tranquil pink. It was cozy. Samira had found a secluded location with plenty of big boulders, where she hoped they could have an illicit fondle before going home for dinner. The gentle breeze wafted her long blonde hair across her face, so she tucked it behind her ear, enjoying the moment and feeling excited about what was to come...
A deep masculine voice spoke from behind. “Hello, sweet lady. You waiting for someone?”
She turned and grinned as she saw Ivan’s handsome face. “I might be.”
“Well, he’s arrived.”
She stood and ran into his strong arms, sinking against his glorious body. He held her tight and they kissed.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he said. “Your eyes, your body… your tight sweet pus**sy.”
Arousal surged through her. She gazed at him coyly. “So what you’re saying is, you missed me?”
He chuckled. “Yes, sweetheart, I really did.”
“Good. I missed you, too.” She gestured to her long summer dress. “By the way, I’m not wearing any panties. I’m ready for you…”
Ivan grinned. “Dirty girl, that’s what I like to hear.”
He kissed her strongly and they dropped to the soft sand. Samira laid back, propping herself up on her elbows, and Ivan laid on his side, nibbling her neck, and running his hand up her thigh. His lips were soft and strong; Samira was addicted to his kisses. Having him near her was like going home to a lovely forgotten place – she belonged with him. To him.
“I need to check out this panty situation for myself,” he said, pushing up her dress. “And if I find you’re not wearing any, well… you’re gonna be spanked.”
Samira giggled, trying to control her lust. She loved it when he took control.
Ivan’s fingers reached the top of her leg and brushed against her yearning pus**sy. “Oh, I see you’re not wearing any underwear. Very naughty…”
“What’s my punishment?” she asked.
He rolled on top of her, pressing his toned body and hard co**ck into her. This position was compact and secure – her entire world now consisted of Ivan Quinlan and the delicious pleasure pulsing between her legs.
“Well, for now,” Ivan said. “I’m going to fondle your pus**sy until you lose complete control. You need to lie back and let me make you come. Then – when we get home – I’m going to bend you over my knee and spank that tight little as**s of yours, until you know for sure that not wearing panties is very, very bad.”
He nuzzled his face into her neck, making her laugh. Samira relished the feel of his fingers rubbing against her wet pus**sy, skimming over her throbbing cl**it. This beach was secluded and offered them privacy, but knowing they could potentially get caught made her feel even more aroused. The sound of the sea crashed in her ears, and her mind swirled full of Ivan Quinlan.
He raised his hand up towards her lips. “Suck my fingers. Let me see those lips of yours put to good use.”
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