A Safety Inspection
The first thing I was aware of was a heavy weight. A glorious, solid, warm weight pinning me to the mattress. Like a giant weighted blanket. Then, the scent. More than just the smell of cum and sex. This was Ivan: clean skin, a faint, soapy smell from our shower; and something else, something uniquely and essentially him. And he smelled so fucking good.
I blinked my eyes open. Morning light was filtering through the blinds of his bedroom, painting stripes across the bed and our naked bodies half covered with his thin duvet and our own limbs.
Ivan was still asleep, half on top of me. His head oddly enough was on my chest, one massive arm thrown possessively across my waist. I glanced down at him, my chin finding the crevice between my own pecs to look at him asleep. Every hard line of his face had softened and the perpetual frown between his brows was gone. He looked rather peaceful and about ten years younger than his 38 year old hardened self.
My heart did a slow, syrupy flip that almost brought a tear to my eyes. I’d seen the tough guy, the wall of protection of the former NHL enforcer, the stoic mean look of the boss. Last night I saw the powerful lover, the gentle giant, the dominant top. But this…this was the sight that took my breath away.
I didn’t move. I didn’t want to breathe too hard and shatter the moment. I just lay there, memorizing the feel of him. The sheer, unbelievable reality of it. Ivan Volkov was in my arms. My boss. The man I had fantasized about for weeks since the first time I laid eyes on his gargantuan size. Asleep. On me. In his bed! His very essence leaking from me between my legs. And I’d stayed and spent the entire night sleeping beside him.
Well this was a first.
His fingers twitched against my side, then stilled. He was still fast asleep and twitching. I smiled, letting my own hand drift up to stroke his hair. It was thick, soft. He made a low, rumbling sound in his chest, almost like a purr, and nuzzled deeper into my shoulder. This was what I was longing for: to be with a man who didn’t have to run back to someone else.
A few minutes later, I felt the exact moment he woke up. The shift was subtle. The deep, even breathing hitched. The muscles in his back, under my palm, tensed for a fraction of a second as if he was bracing himself to hide or run the minute he awoke.
He lifted his head slowly. His grey eyes were blurry with sleep, confused. But then they found mine.
A slow, dawning wonder spread across his face. He didn’t bolt, or look away. Instead, he smiled up at me. A real, unguarded, breathtaking smile. It reached his eyes, crinkling the corners, and his entire body relaxed against me.
"Morning," he rumbled, his voice gravelly with sleep.
"Morning," I said, my own voice husky.
He didn't move away. He just rested his chin on my chest, studying me. "You're still here."
"Told you I wasn't going anywhere." I smiled back, my fingers still playing with his hair.
He hummed in acknowledgment, a low, content sound that vibrated through my whole body. He shifted, rolling onto his side to give a big giant Ivan sized stretch, but keeping one heavy leg thrown over mine, his arm still anchoring me as if to make sure I wasn’t going anywhere. And I loved it.
“What time is it?” He groggily asked, turning slightly to see the clock at the side of his bed reading 7:30am.
We still had time. We didn’t have to be at the garage till 10.
We lay there in the quiet, completely naked and unashamed, our feet rubbing together, the morning sun warming the sheets. Remnants of our encounter filled the room: damp towels on the floor near our discarded shirts, rumpled sheets barely covering our bodies, dried patches of cum stuck to me. There was no awkwardness. No regret. Just a deep, humming ease. The afterglow wasn't just from the sex; it was from the entire night in the garage getting to know one another to the exploration in the shower to totally comfortable and unbelievable passion.
Ivan suddenly looked up at me. “I really have to take a leak,” he said, giving my hip a soft slap before swinging his legs out of bed. He stood up, gloriously naked and unconcerned, stretching his massive frame. I just watched, propped up on my elbows, utterly captivated. The man was an artist’s dream, all bulking manly muscle, moving with a grace he didn’t even realize with an ass so gloriously scrumptious it should be framed and studied.
I listened to him move back to the bathroom, and the image of him stripping last night filled my already thickening morning wood with even more blood. I heard him piss, the flush of the toilet, the running of the water, a glass being used, before the light sounds of his big bare feet came padding back towards me. But the sudden pressure on my own bowels made me curl up and move off the bed before Ivan’s large naked muscular body moved in front of me.
“My turn,” I said rather shyly as I passed him, holding my hand over my naked groin as the smell of mint and the sight of Ivan’s hard nipples passed by me.
I heard him chuckle and stole a glance over my shoulder as his eyes stayed locked on my own naked body, taking in my exceptional ass, so I’ve been told. Seeing him grin made me so fucking horny for him again already. Seeing the second cup with mouthwash and a new toothbrush on the counter made me weak in the knees.
This large brute was so quietly kind and considerate it melted me right there on the spot.
I took a swig of mouthwash to wash away the morning breath and finished up in the bathroom, suddenly eager to return to him in his bedroom, where I found him sprawled out on the bed on his back, one arm bent behind his head as he half sat up in his bed, the duvet carefully covering his most precious piece of manliness that I had ever seen up close.
“Thanks for the, uh, stuff in there.” I said, pausing at the door, my hand still covering my cock.
He just grinned and pulled the duvet back in an invitation to join him, revealing that thick cock of his all hard from what I could only assume was his own private morning fantasies.
The feel of his naked legs as I climbed back into the bed hardened me fully and with my own minty breath I didn’t hesitate to move to his lips. I thought the kiss last night was good – this one was even better. There was no tentativeness, no fear, just the memory of last night, and the natural way our heads seemed to find the right angles now.
The kiss kept going, and Ivan’s big hands slowly moving down my back gave me goosebumps. I moved closer into him and let out a low rumbling sound that made him smile.
I straddled his body without thinking, not breaking the kiss, and feeling him underneath me, hard and ready for something. I didn’t want to presume anything, and suddenly wondered if my ass could take another round with his large rod. But as we kept kissing, and groaning, and moving, my mind stopped working and my own desires took control. As did Ivan’s big hands, as one finger found its way to my used hole.
I was spitting on my hand and rubbing it over his cock behind me, and before neither one of us said anything, I was moving myself over him, feeding him back inside me. I grabbed his massive pecs as he looked up at me, working him into me.
Those grey eyes never looked away, and the smile never stopped as he breached my still lubed ass. A big hand grabbed the back of my neck and he pulled me back towards him, not for a kiss, but to just rest his forehead to mine.
“You feel so fuckin’ good.” He moaned out as I bottomed out for him, my hard ass connecting with his powerful thighs as I pushed myself downwards on him to take as much of him as I could.
“So do you.” I moaned out, realizing this was the first time I had woken up next to a man and immediately wanted more sex.
He shifted his body under me, holding my ass in his hands as I put my hands on the side of his face and held him, staring into his eyes.
I rode him slowly, never breaking eye contact, pausing every now and then to catch our breaths and kiss, our tongues searching our mouths to see what other hidden treasures we could find.
It was a slow connection, no words, just sounds. But when Ivan’s fingers dug into my ass I leaned back and grabbed my own pulsing cock and jerked myself off, watching him as I rode him faster.
“Cum with me,” He suddenly pleaded, his brows furrowing as he pressed his forehead into mine harder.
I rode him with a sudden fury, trying to match his pace, and when I felt the first shot release inside my ass my mouth fell open and I groaned out my own load, spilling a surprising amount all over his massive furry chest, clumps of my cum gathering in between his pecs. Without thinking I bent down and licked it off him, even more surprised to feel his hand on my neck pulling my lips to his in a dirty cum swapping kiss, filled with our moans and groans, until my ass released his cock and I curled up into him.
He held me in his arms, the silence filled with the sounds of our own panting. Until our breaths slowed, and we seemed to regain some normal quiet, my head resting in his neck.
My stomach chose that moment to let out a loud, traitorous growl.
Ivan’s eyebrows went up. Then, he laughed. A real, full-bodied laugh that shook me and the bed. It was the best sound I’d ever heard.
"I guess I didn’t fill you with enough protein. Come on," he said patting my ass. He rolled me sideways and I uncoupled myself from him, rolling over onto my back, watching his glorious naked body once again move off the bed.
"Pancakes?" he asked, looking back at me over his rounded shoulder as he pulled a pair of grey cotton pants from a drawer in his large dresser and sadly stepped into them and slid them over that amazing rump. He pulled out a second pair and tossed them onto the bed for me in another silent thoughtful offer.
"Pancakes," I confirmed, a goofy, irrepressible grin spreading across my face.
He nodded and walked out of the room, leaving the door open. I could hear him moving around in the kitchen, the clatter of a bowl, the whistle of a kettle.
I fell back against the pillows, listening to the sounds of my… my Ivan?… making me breakfast. He had just fucked me a second time and now my boss was making me pancakes. There was no rush. There was no need to get back to his wife. This was just the most normal thing to do after sex. And my heart felt so full I thought it might just burst.
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