Strange, I want to taste you, he said as his hand roamed her dress looking for a way in, his lips on her neck as he unfastened her blue dress skillfully — if you could call tearing it skill. His hungry lips trailed her body. Vy liked it when he was like this. It's been months since they last saw each other. She missed his touch. She wanted him to touch her in ways no one else could. She wanted to feel his shape in her. More simply put, she wanted him.
"Ivan," she groaned as he put his lips on her now bare skin. Ivan seemed to be more turned on, if that was even possible, probing her. He could feel she was as switched on as him.
"Ivan, don't stop, please," Vy sighs.
"But I am not doing anything," he retorts, "not yet at least," as he brings his previously busy fingers forward and takes his lips to her skin, using his tongue to explore gently, teasing her reactions.
He brings his lips to kiss her thigh, sending shivers down her spine. She could barely talk. It was like he was sapping her strength. The only word that could form in her muddled mind was "Ivan," and right now she couldn't even say it. The only words escaping her mouth were moans of intense pleasure.
Ivan's movements continued in tandem with her reactions, changing intensity with every response. His focus not letting a single moment go to waste.
"I am about to cum, please keep going," she moans, but he stops. In that moment, there was a sound like a door slamming. Both Ivan and Vy were shocked.