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Eventually, she manages to calm down. Perhaps an hour or only a few minutes passes, with just the two of them laying in the cramped space, and Igor stroking her back. Words escape her when she finally sits up. They're both still exposed and she cringes at the realization.
“You’re clean, right?” Ani asks, at a loss for anything else to say. It’s more out of habit that she feels the need to talk at all, except Igor isn’t a client, and he probably doesn’t even want her now. “I’m clean, and I always use protection with my clients.”
Igor looks into her eyes, and she feels the need to look away. “Touche,” he says softly without the proper accent.
Ani snorts. “Course, I’m sure this doesn’t happen to you often. You want to keep going?”
Igor shakes his head immediately, already shifting to help pull her bottoms up. “You should rest.”
The vicious part of Ani thinks that of course he doesn’t want to have sex with her now. Men are fucking pigs and they don’t want women who ugly cry in their car after getting dumped. She’s aware she’s no fantasy at the moment. Another part, shoved deep down, feels ridiculously wounded by the rejection.
“Well, your loss. That’s the only free offer you’re getting out of me,” Ani says, scrambling off of him and getting out of the car. She slams the door without another word.
She watches through the peephole of her front door as he finally drives away. Turning around to the empty house before her, she crumbles all over again.
***
Deep down, she knows it wasn’t love that she felt for Ivan. No, what devastates her the most and keeps her in bed for days, sobbing on and off, is the thought that she had really thought he was her ticket to a better life. No more sex with men who thought she looked like their daughters or dealing with Jimmy and his horrendous fucking labor practices.
But here she was back at square one again.
She keeps her phone off for the three days she stays in bed. Vera, her sister, decides not to be a cunt for once and leaves her dinners outside her locked door. Through the door she tells Ani how Lulu has been calling her to ask if she’s okay, since she won’t pick up her own fucking phone. Ani yells at Vera to leave her alone and tell Lulu she’ll call her back soon.
Then three days later, Vera knocks on her door to tell her Lulu is here to see her. Finally sick of her own grief, Ani welcomes Lulu into her room with an embrace. She knows she looks like a mess, and that her room is probably a sty, so she’s grateful when Lulu hugs back.
“I’ve been so worried about you. What happened?” Lulu asks as she pulls away to sit on the bed with Ani.
Ani sighs but tells her everything that happened, deciding she was beyond feeling humiliated at this point.
“That fucking loser,” Lulu curses as she takes a hold of Ani’s hand and squeezes. “At least you got paid in the end for all the shit they put you through.”
Ani shrugs. “Yeah, but you and I both know ten grand isn’t going to last long in this shithole.”
“If you want, I can try and talk to Jimmy about getting your job back,” Lulu says.
Ani freezes for a moment at the thought of returning to the club. The tears are already prickling and rolling down her cheeks before she processes what’s happening. “Yeah, okay. I’m sorry, Lu. I’m such a mess.”
Lulu pulls her in then for another hug, rubbing her back. “It’s okay, girl. I know. I get it.”
And Ani is pretty sure Lulu does get it. The humiliation and disappointment of thinking that she was one of the lucky ones, the ones who managed to get out, only to be pulled right back in. At least, they still had each other.
“Thanks, Lu,” Ani whispers as she squeezes tighter and breathes in Lulu’s perfume.
***
Ani goes back to work a week later.
Jimmy gives her a lecture about how he isn’t going to give her any more chances after this before agreeing to let her back. Ani grits her teeth as she thanks him for giving her a second chance.
Most of the girls are happy to see her, and kind enough to not mention what happened, except for the occasional compliment at how hard she smacked Diamond across the face. But of course, it takes every fiber in her being not to claw out Diamond’s eyes every time she makes a jab about Ani coming back so soon. Lulu reminds her that Diamond is on thin ice with Jimmy too, and it’s not like she managed to make ten grand in just three weeks.
And things go back to just the way they were, for the most part. Perhaps her smile is a little more brittle and she’s a little less eager to get clients to go to the VIP rooms, but she’s as good at her job as ever otherwise.
It’s only a week later when she finds Igor standing outside the club, looking at her as if he’s been waiting for her.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” She asks, pulling her coat tighter around herself.
He shrugs, staring in that same undecipherable way at her. “Want to see you’re okay,” he says.
Ani frowns at him. It’s almost five in the morning, and she wonders whether his work usually keeps him up this late, or if he had to stay up to wait for her. She assumes henchman work happens mainly at night though.
“Well, you saw me. I’m okay. Now you can leave,” Ani says, though she stays still.
“Can I offer you a ride home? ” He asks, seemingly unphased by her words.
Ani scoffs. “Are you fucking serious? Why? So you can rape me this time?”
Igor shakes his head. “I just wanted to check on you, Anora.”
“Don’t call me that. I already told you, it’s Ani.” Ani feels herself shiver from a particularly biting wind. Her thoughts jump to suspicion about why he wants to check on her. If he’s offering her a ride home, clearly he wants something.
“You look cold. Please let me just take you home,” Igor says, already opening the passenger door for her.
She looks between the open door and Igor, wondering whether to lash out over how thick his skull seems to be or how creepy he is.
“Fine, but you better not try anything,” Anora says as she brushes past him to get into the car. She settles herself as he gets in on the other side and tries her best not to think about what transpired the last time they were in this car together.
He holds something out for her as soon as he gets in, and it’s only once she’s gingerly taken hold of it that she realizes it’s a switchblade.
“What the fuck,” she says, letting it clatter noisily in the cup holders. “Why would you give me a fucking knife?”
“I thought it might help you. Make you calm,” Igor says, laughing as he starts the car.
“So you think the solution to making me not nervous about you raping me is to give me a knife?” Ani says, more baffled than angry.
Igor shrugs. “It’s one way.”
Ani lets out a humorless laugh, before turning to stare ahead as he begins driving. “You’re so fucked.”
Feeling drained from socializing the whole night at work, Ani is grateful that the drive is silent until they get to her house. Ani doesn’t get out once Igor stops in front of it. She isn’t sure why, but she finds herself frozen at the thought of them being in this same situation only two weeks ago.
“You start working again?” Igor asks, turning to look at her for the first time the entire drive.
Ani feels herself tense at the question. “Yeah, you got a problem with that?”
Igor puts his hands up. “No, it’s your choice. You can do whatever you want. It’s your life. I just meant, how are things going? ”
Ani finds herself staring at him, dumbfounded again. How he managed to make every conversation so awkward was beyond her. “Yeah, no shit, it’s my choice. And I already told you, I’m fine, so you can stop whatever it is you’re trying to do.”
“Can I give you a ride home again?”
“What the fuck do you think, Sherlock?” Ani snaps as she finally gets out of the car and slams the door behind her.
It’s only as she gets ready for bed that she admits to herself her answer wasn’t really a no, and she’s almost positive he’s going to show up again.
***
The next night, Igor does indeed show up to pick her up from work.
“You know, you’re really bad at taking hints,” she says as she approaches him. He smiles as he holds up a wrapped package for her.
“What is this?” Ani asks as she takes it.
“Food,” Igor says as he holds the door open for her.
She gets in without hesitation this time, unwrapping the package to inspect the sub.
“Are you trying to drug me?” She asks as he starts driving, still holding the sandwich at arm’s length.
He chuckles. “No.”
“Oh yeah, well then take a bite,” Ani says, shoving the food towards Igor’s face.
At the next red light, he turns without hesitation and bites down until he’s got a large mouthful. Through his ridiculous chipmunk cheeks of food, he says, “See, no problem.”
“We’ll see about that,” Ani says. She does take the next bite though, pleased that he got pastrami. She hates roast beef.
Ani insists that they alternate taking bites out of the sub for the rest of the drive, just to be sure he didn’t put a pill somewhere in the middle of it.
“You are funny,” he says through another mouthful. Having reached her house, they sit in the car for another ten minutes to finish the sub between them.
“Why are you even up so early? When you’re not tying up and assaulting girls for the Zakharovs, what the heck do you even do for work?” Ani asks, finding it easier than she thought to say that name.
Swallowing hard, Igor responds, “Lots of odd jobs.”
“What does that mean? Lots of odd jobs beating people up?” Ani isn’t stupid. She knows if a family like the Zakharovs and Toros hired Igor, then he’s probably doing that type of shit for a living.
Igor shrugs. “Perhaps it’s better if you don’t know.”
“Wow, great, that’s reassuring. Whatever, I’m leaving,” Ani says, finally bracing herself to dash through the cold to get to her front door.
“See you tomorrow,” Igor says as she slams the door shut. She doesn’t turn back to correct him.
***
Some nights he’ll come by with food, and others he’ll come so early that she spots him while she’s on her smoke break. He’ll join her and light up two cigarettes before handing her one.
One night, about a month later, she finds herself waiting in the alcove of the Headquarter’s side alley, because she didn’t spot his car. She wonders why she doesn’t just start walking towards the subway, but waits still, reasoning with herself that he might just be late. It’s not like they have each other’s phone number, so she decides to wait another five minutes. It gives her time to think.
If anything, work has felt boring lately. At the very least, she used to be excited by the thought of a client splashing out on bottle service or bringing coke to share, but now, she finds herself increasingly out of her body in the middle of what was supposed to be the high points of the night.
The only time she seems to come back to herself again is on the drive home. More often than not, Igor will try to engage in conversation with her, and she’ll try to rile him up. She wonders why he puts up with her calling him a creep or a rapist. He hasn’t touched her once the entire month, and she hasn’t made any offers. She wonders why he isn’t bored already.
Maybe he’s bored tonight. Maybe he realized how fucking stupid it was for him to drive from Brooklyn to Manhattan just to pick her up everyday.
Just as Ani is starting to feel stupid for waiting and ready to start walking, she spots his car pulling up to the sidewalk. Ani dashes to get into the passenger seat, eager to get out of the cold, and not giving Igor the chance to get out and hold the door open for her.
“Ugh, god, it’s fucking cold. Where were you?” Ani says, looking over to Igor once she’s buckled in.
“Sorry, work was busy,” Igor says, already pulling away from the curb.
Under the flashes of the streetlights, Ani spots Igor’s scuffed up knuckles, clearly raw and bloody from a fight.
“What happened to you? Are you okay?” Ani says, leaning closer and reaching to grab his right wrist without thinking about it.
Igor turns to smile at her, slowly pulling his hand away from her. “It’s fine. Just a scratch. The other guys look worse.”
Ani looks up to Igor’s face and narrows her eyes at the skin that’s already inflamed around his right eye and cheek. She wonders what state he must have left the other guys in. She decides to stay silent for the rest of the drive but quickly gets out of the car when they arrive at her house.
Turning to poke her head back into the car, she says, “Come on, we’re going to take care of those ‘scratches’ right now.” She closes the car door and waits with her arms crossed for him to finally turn off the car and join her. He looks confused as he gets out, but Ani begins marching toward her house before he can say anything. She holds the door open for him, and he shuffles in behind her.
“Take a seat at the kitchen table. I’ll be right back,” she says, already heading down the hall toward her bathroom. She grabs what first aid they have and returns to find him taking in his surroundings from his seat. The realization that she’s let him into her house makes her pause, wondering why she’s done that, but she takes a seat next to him eventually. They spend the next ten minutes in silence as Ani does what she can to patch him up.
“You are good at this,” he muses, watching her clean out the blood between his knuckles. He doesn’t flinch once, even though Ani knows from experience that it stings like a bitch worse than probably getting the wound.
“My sister and I used to get into a lot of fights when we were younger, with other kids and each other, so I had to learn a thing or two about patching myself up,” Ani says as she tosses the bloody cotton balls and goes to dig through her freezer.
“Ah, no wonder you are good fighter,” Igor says with a smile as she returns with a frozen bag of corn to press against his eye. She almost returns the smile with one of her own at the praise, before schooling herself.
“Did you fight a lot as a kid?” Ani asks as he silently takes the bag.
Igor shakes his head. “Not until I came to America.”
“Oh.” Ani lets the silence fall between them as she busies herself with pouring glasses of vodka for the both of them.
“You know, maybe I should give you my number. In case work ever holds you up so long that I have to take the subway home instead,” Ani suggests, sliding one glass to him and taking a sip of her own. She sets the bottle down between them.
Igor finishes his glass in two large gulps, and Ani finds herself studying the way his Adam's apple moves up and down. He sets the glass down with a sigh before nodding and handing her his phone.
After she puts in her number and shoots herself a text to save his, she pours him another glass, and they sit in silence. Even in the half hour they’ve just been sitting, the apartment becomes increasingly bright as the sun starts to rise outside. Eventually, they both finish their glasses, and Ani rinses them out at the sink before turning to him. He’s staring at her again with that impenetrable stare, and she isn’t sure what he’s thinking about. Part of her wants to lash out and kick him out with insults about him not getting any ideas just because she invited him in, but here they are.
She’s never invited any client to her house before, but then, Igor isn’t a client. Never has been.
“Alright, well, I need to sleep. Not sure what your babushka would say about seeing you go home like this, so you want to join me?” she asks, hoping the offer sounded as unsexy as possible.
He doesn’t respond quick enough, and Ani almost wishes she could take back the offer. Eventually though, he asks, “Are you sure?”
Ani rolls her eyes. “Yes, I’m fucking sure. Come on, it’s not rocket science, and we aren’t having sex, I just don’t think you should go home in this state. Now fucking move it, or get out.” She starts towards her bedroom without another look to see if he’s followed.
When she’s out of the bathroom twenty minutes later, she finds him sitting on the bed. He’s peeled off his layers down to his t-shirt and jeans, and Ani rakes her eyes across his body. His frame takes up so much space in her bed, yet he’s curled up his knees, as if he’s trying not to invade her space. He’s staring at some point just over her shoulder.
“Bathroom’s all yours,” she says as she begins brushing through her hair.
He nods and gets up to move past her. By the time he’s back, she’s tucked herself in, but folded back the covers on his side to let him slide under. She’s almost drifting off to sleep when she feels his weight shift the bed. No part of him touches her as he settles in, and she’s sure that he’s being careful.
She decides to shift closer, until their sides are pressing together, and sighs. “Goodnight,” she says.
He hums. “Goodnight, Anora.”
***
She wakes up around noon and finds herself curled up into Igor’s side. His arm is slung across her waist, and though she hates to admit it, it feels particularly hard to get out of bed today. Instead, she watches him sleep for a couple of minutes. His right eye is an ugly bruise, but other than that, she’s fascinated by how sleep has smoothed the hard lines and contours of his face. She wonders what he would have looked like at her age. Seven years earlier, did he have those same lines and contours? Was he just as creepy and awkward back then as he was now?
She can’t really imagine Igor being a young, carefree boy. Just like she can’t imagine Ivan ever growing up into a man. As for herself, she wonders if she’ll always be the same naive girl she feels like she’s been lately.
Eventually, he wakes up and catches her staring, pulling her in a little closer to him. “Hello,” he says, his voice particularly husky in the morning.
She sighs at the contact. “Morning to you too.”
They lay in silence for some time, half in and out of sleep, until Ani’s second alarm goes off for twelve-thirty. She finally pulls away to get up, shuffling to the bathroom.
When they reconvene again, it’s in her kitchen. Luckily, Vera has already left for work, so she doesn’t have to deal with her sister’s reaction to her having someone over. Since they moved in together and Ani started working, she’s never brought anyone home, so she knows her sister would probably have a fit and tease her to death if she saw a gopnik like Igor come out of her bedroom.
“I have some errands to run for my grandmother. Want to come? I can take you to work afterward,” Igor asks, cutting through the silence of them drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes at her kitchen table.
Ani smirks at him. “I get to meet your babushka?”
Igor laughs but nods his head. “Yeah, that’s the idea.”
“Okay, but then we have to stop by here again so I can get ready for work,” Ani says, amused by the idea of meeting the grandmother Igor keeps mentioning.
“No problem.”
***
They buy groceries, pick up medicine, and deposit cash at the bank. It’s almost bizarre to see Igor perform such mundane tasks, yet she finds it easy to go along with it all. Eventually, they arrive at the apartment he shares with his grandmother, lugging in the groceries and being greeted with the smell of spices in the air.
The apartment is so quintessentially Russian grandmother-coded that Ani feels like crying tears of joy and laughing at the familiarity of it all. The last time she visited her babushka’s home before she passed away was when she was fifteen.
“Ah, you brought pretty girl home with you, Igor! Who is this? ” Igor’s grandmother says as soon as she greets them in the apartment’s tiny kitchen.
“This is Anora Mikheeva, grandmother ,” Igor says, putting down the groceries and smiling at Ani.
Sometimes Ani feels overwhelmed by the way Igor looks at her. She wonders if anyone else feels that way about his gaze.
“So nice to meet you, Anora. I am so happy to see Igor has finally met such a nice, pretty girl.”
Ani feels herself warm under Igor’s grandmother’s praise. They spend the rest of the afternoon eating pirozhki and watching TV with her until it’s time for them to go get ready for work.
In the car ride back to hers, Ani asks, “Why did you let me meet your grandmother?”
Igor is silent in thought for a moment. “I knew she’d like you.”
***
“What do you think?”
Usually, Ani gets ready at the club to avoid any creeps on the subway, but since Igor is taking her to work, she’s getting ready at home. She takes the opportunity to wear a dark blue dress with particularly risque cutouts around her chest. Stepping into the living room, where she put on the TV for Igor to watch while he waited, she is greeted with his eyes widening comically before looking away.
“It’s good.”
“Good?” Ani puts a hand on her hip. “Come on, give me something more than good. How about sexy? How about hot? How about seriously fuckable?”
“You look beautiful,” he settles on, eyes meeting hers.
Oh. Ani rolls her eyes in an attempt to cover up her surprise. “Thank you, now let’s fucking get going.”
***
They do mundane things together often now. Sometimes it’ll be going grocery shopping or getting dinner at a hole-in-the-wall mom-and-pop shop. They like to go to the movies a lot, and they always argue about the movie afterward.
At one point, Igor asks Ani why she thinks his name means hunchback, and Ani buys a bootleg DVD copy of Young Frankenstein to watch with him on his grandma’s tiny television. She spends the whole time laughing and teasing him that that’s exactly what he looks like with his hood up, and Igor just smiles and laughs along.
By the time the movie has ended, Ani is asleep against Igor’s shoulder, squeezed together as they are on his grandmother’s loveseat. He carries her to his bedroom, tucking her in and wrapping his arms around her, so she’s secure between him and the wall.
As much as she complains about his tiny twin bed, she lets them stay like that for a long while after she wakes up first the next day, memorizing the feel of his breath against her neck and groin pressed into her ass.
***
The fact of the matter is that Ani hasn’t had sex in months. Not since Ivan. Even before that, she’d rarely really wanted it. Sex had lost its marvel a long time ago as anything other than just another part of the job, and she’d rarely gotten off from it with any client.
But it’d been another month of having Igor in her life. Another month of picking her up, and sometimes even taking her to work. Of nights spent sleeping next to each other in her bed, or in his tiny bed at his grandmother’s apartment. Another month of keeping him close by, and only allowing touches when she initiates them. She realizes he is letting her dictate the pace of whatever this thing they are doing is.
She hadn’t wanted sex with anyone in a long time, but she finds herself staring at Igor increasingly. Studying and feeling the muscles in his arms and chest when she could fein having wrapped herself around him in her sleep, watching him swallow as they ate together, or taking a deep inhale for his scent on the clothes he leaves at her place. It’s infuriating, and she’s had to find increasingly small windows of time when he isn’t around to get off to the thought of him.
“You mean, he’s been coming to see you every single day for, like, two months straight, and you haven’t so much as blown him?” Lulu asks on their smoke break one night. It’s the middle of April, and the weather is finally starting to warm. At least enough that their breaks don’t end as quickly because of the weather.
“It’s complicated,” Ani says. “He was there when that whole thing happened with Ivan.”
“Yeah, and he’s still fucking here. Doesn’t that say something?” Lulu muses as she blows out smoke rings.
Ani mulls over Lulu’s words for the rest of the night at work. She doesn’t quite know what’s holding her back. Clearly, Igor’s interested in her in some type of way, has been since the beginning. But what type of way, and whether that interest will last, she isn’t sure.
***
She decides not to change before she leaves work. She finds it saves time to just hop into Igor’s car and go home to shower. Just like the first time he saw her in her work attire though, Igor doesn’t comment or let his gaze last long on her as she slides into the passenger seat.
“Busy day?” Igor asks.
“The same,” Ani says, turning her gaze from the road to study him. “It never bothers you, huh? The fact that I get naked and dance in front of other men.”
“It’s job.” Igor shrugs, but Ani finds no indications in his expression that her words bother him. “It doesn’t bother you that I beat up people for a living.”
“Right,” Ani responds.
The rest of the ride home is silent, and they get ready for bed without exchanging words. Often, Ani finds it easy to live in silence with Igor, but tonight, it makes her tense. When she comes out of the bathroom to find Igor lying in bed with an arm above his head as he scrolls through his phone, she finally decides to do something about it.
Moving towards the bed, she decides to crawl onto it on all fours. Noticing her presence immediately, Igor looks at her and sets his phone aside.
“Do you want to kiss me? ” Ani asks as she comes to sit on her knees next to him.
Igor stares at her, but doesn’t move to indicate a yes or no. For a moment, Ani falters, wondering if perhaps he doesn’t want that from her at all. Perhaps he’s thought of her as used goods the whole time, and that’s why he won’t say what he wants.
“You can touch me,” Ani says, pulling her shirt up over her head and tossing it aside, so she’s sitting before him in only her lace underwear.
She watches him swallow before looking away from her and down at his hands in his lap. “What do you want?” He asks, meeting her eyes again.
She feels exposed, but not because of her lack of clothing.
“Do you want to kiss me? Do you want to touch me? ” He asks again.
“Yes,” she says finally.
He begins to move then, but like he’s approaching a wounded animal or a wild beast, like the way he approached her when they first met. He leans forward until they’re only inches apart, and comes ever so closer to brush his lips against hers.
“Anora,” he says between his soft kisses, barely pecks at her lips. “Are you sure this is what you want? ”
“Yes,” she repeats, and she feels her nipples harden at the sound of his voice, the feel of his lips. She reaches out to take his hands in hers and guide them to her breast and ass. He massages those parts lightly as he deepens the kiss. She can’t remember the last time she enjoyed kissing, but she thinks they could just kiss for hours and she’d be happy.
They fall backwards as they continue, finding a new position with Ani on her back and Igor slightly on top of her side. He continues playing with her nipples, pinching and rubbing circles around them. Eventually, he pulls away from the kiss to start kissing a trail down her neck, lingering to suck and bite lightly at the crook of her neck. Once he reaches her chest, he takes a nipple into his mouth, playing with it with his tongue as he continues ministrations on the other one with his hand.
She can’t remember the last time someone did something for her sexual pleasure like this. Through his pajama bottoms, she can clearly feel his erection jutting out against her thigh, yet here he was taking the time to kiss his way down her body.
“Can I eat you?” He asks, continuing to kiss down her abdomen.
Now that makes her still, because it’s truly something she’s rarely had done to her. She hesitates as he looks up at her for her answer.
“Trust me, I want to, but I will stop if you say no,” he says, completely still now.
“It’s okay,” she says quietly.
Igor smiles as he returns to kissing down her body, until he’s reached her underwear. He takes a moment to kiss either side of her thighs open so he can lay in between them. Ani squeals as he muzzles his nose and mouth against her fabric-covered pussy. She can feel how wet she is already, and she’s sure he knows it too. Igor moves back a little to pull away her underwear, until she’s completely naked before him.
“Aren’t you going to take off your clothes too, you creep?” She jabs, amused at breaking the incredible focus he seems to have on her pussy.
He looks up and smiles at her sheepishly, slipping off his shirt and bottoms. She had only felt his cock for a brief moment that first time in the car, but looking at it now she finds herself entranced by its size.
“Tell me when you want to stop,” he says, laying down again between her legs. He begins with one lick up her slit, his tongue flat and wide, causing her to moan at the contact. He moves to tonguing circles around her clit, before dipping his tongue into her opening.
She instinctively reaches to grip his hands where they rest against her thighs. She’s rutting her hips to meet every dip and flick of his tongue against her. “Oh, fuck, Igor,” she whispers, turned on by the want in her own voice.
Igor continues for what feels like hours, holding her thighs in place as she squirms and shifts at the increasing sensitivity and her voice grows louder until she’s moaning loud. Light seeps into her room from the cracks of the curtain blinds, and she wonders if her noises will wake up the neighbors. It makes her moan even louder. Thank fucking god Vera was staying with her boyfriend today.
Eventually, Igor pulls a hand free from her thigh to rub circles against her clit with his thumb as he continues to wiggle his tongue deep in her opening.
“Don’t stop, please, I’m so close,” she says in desperation. She feels him curl his tongue and hit a particular spot that takes her over the edge and leaves her spasming wildly against him.
“Oh fuck, yes,” she moans. He holds her in place with one hand and continues mouthing her as she rides through it.
When it’s finally too much, she sits up and gently pushes at his shoulder to get him to move away. He looks up at her, and she’s still turned on by the slickness around his mouth and the hopeful look he has, as if he’s waiting to hear her approval.
“Come here,” she says, already pulling at his wrist to get him on top of her. She strokes his cock as they reposition themselves, and she loves to hear the sharp intake of breath that comes from him.
“Condom? ” Igor asks.
Ani hesitates, before answering, “I’m clean, and I have an IUD. If you’re clean too, then we don’t need to use one, if you’re okay with that.”
Igor looks at her, slightly confused. “No condom okay?”
She nods. “Yeah, it’s okay,” she says before pulling him in by the back of the neck to kiss again. They stay like that for a little longer, just kissing, and her stroking him lightly, but eventually Ani pulls them apart to look between them. She guides his cock into her opening, and he groans as he sinks into her. She moves her arms to wrap around the back of his neck.
He begins moving slowly, watching her intently. Each time he pulls back another inch, before pushing back into her, and she moans again at the stretch each time.
“I think about you when I touch myself you know,” she says, kissing around his face and along his jaw. “You’re even better.”
He smiles down at her. “Touche.”
“Touche?” She says, smirking. “Touche to what? To thinking about me when you touch yourself or that I’m even better than your fantasies?”
“Both,” he answers simply, kissing her mouth again.
They keep their pace slow until Ani feels herself getting close again. She starts moving her hips at a faster pace, encouraging Igor to fuck her harder. He gives her soft kisses around her face even as he speeds up, and they manage to come together, moaning into each other’s mouth.
They pull away eventually to breathe, but Ani keeps Igor in place on top of her with her arms around his neck, and they stay like that for even longer, until she finally feels Igor soften inside her. He pulls back then and carefully slips out of her. She can feel the cum leaking out of her, and not wanting to ruin her sheets, she fingers herself and gathers up as much as she can on them, then brings them to her mouth, sucking and swallowing while she maintains eye contact with Igor. He watches her in fascination and worship, before leaning in to kiss her gently one last time.
“I’ll clean up,” he says, holding a hand up as if to tell her to wait there, and he walks towards the restroom. So she does wait, and when he returns he has a warm, damp cloth in his hand that he presses against her thighs and her opening.
She’s never had anyone take care of her afterward, and she finds tears prickling and threatening to fall when he steps out to the bathroom again. When he comes back, she is crying, and he stares at her frozen in his spot at the doorway, as if he’s scared of approaching.
“Did I do something wrong? ” He asks quietly.
She shakes her head, holding her arms out to indicate for him to approach. He does so then, immediately meeting her embrace, and they rearrange themselves until they are underneath her covers. She continues to cry softly, letting the tears drip down his naked chest as he holds her close and strokes her hair.