“It is. I want this Ian. I want you. As long as you can promise to be patient with me. I might not be exactly where you are and I might never be. . .”
The second the words leave my mouth, his hands tighten on me as mine find their way to his chest and his mouth descends onto mine. If this kiss is anything to go by, I’m about to cross a very important item off my list.
Pulling away from me, he wastes no time pulling my dress over my head. Taking a step back from my body, I see the lust build in his eyes. My afternoon shopping spree is clearly showing its worth. Without a word, he holds up a finger motioning me to twirl for him. Biting my lip, I slowly spin giving him a view of the back of my light blue sheer bra and thong. I hear his breath catch the second he gets the full view of the back. Pausing for effect, I feel him step up against me so there’s no space between our bodies. One hand find its way over the front of my underwear making me shiver and the other cups just below my breast. His chest warms up my back, as he leans down, and whispers in my ear, “You’re gonna be the death of me, Pretty Girl.”
He’s barely touched me, yet I’m already about to explode as he runs his nose up and down the side of my neck leaving small kisses. Reaching behind me, I wrap my hands around his neck pushing out my chest. Taking it as an invitation, his hands slowly trail up to finally touch my breast. I let out a moan as his finger circles one of my nipples.
“So sensitive,” he says, turning me in his arms and walking me back until the back of my knees hit the side of his king-sized bed, making me sit on the edge. Following me down, he kneels in front of me.
“I’ve been thinking about this since we showered together,” he possessively says, trailing his hands from my knees to the outside of my hips, fisting his fingers in the side of my underwear. “I didn’t get to take my time like I wanted to,” he continues, as he starts to slowly pull my underwear down my legs. Once off and thrown to the side, he runs his hands on the inside of my thighs, giving himself access to my center, making me lean back onto my arms.
Without any of the slow torturous, teasing kisses and touches he’s been trailing along my skin since I walked through the door, his mouth finds my center as his hands take control of my inner thighs, making my arms fall from under me as I take what he’s giving me.
Swirling his tongue around my clit, he slowly starts pushing a finger inside of me. He’s taking his sweet time; everything is a tease. Perfect, but not enough and he knows it by the moans and grunts he lets out with every move of my hips.
“Ian, more. I need more,” I beg in a breathy moan, fisting my hands in his duvet.
Pulling away from me, he says, “I know you do, but I’m taking my time. I like taking my time with you. But don’t worry, the first time you’re coming tonight is on my cock, Pretty Girl,” he says as he takes off his pants, keeping his underwear on.
“And what if I want to play this time too?” I ask, keeping my eyes on his face as I slide off the bed and onto my knees in front of him. Running my nails softly up the back of his thighs, he gulps and fists his hands at his side as I reach the band of his navy boxers.
Slowly, taking my time just like he did, I pull his underwear down to his feet where he kicks them off to the side. Keeping my eyes locked on his, I trail my fingers without hurry back up his thighs, tracing his abs and the deep V leading to where he wants my touch the most. Having had enough, his hand finds my hair. “You’re killing me here, Han,” he says, on a shaky exhale.
“It’s not fun being teased, is it?” I ask, not knowing where this confidence came from. I’m not usually an aggressor or a tease when having sex. With Ian it comes naturally; I like seeing him as flustered and needy as he makes me. It makes me feel powerful, like I hold everything in my hands.
Without giving him time to answer, I run my tongue along his entire length, just as he did to me, making his fist tighten in my hair, sending little shocks of pleasure down my spine. That’s definitely something we’ll make sure to explore later on. Taking a mental note, I lean forward and take him as deep as I can.
“Hannah,” he moans out, thrusting his hips forward, making my eyes water. Pulling back to the tip, I give him a strong pull as I run my tongue along his slit making another moan escape.
I’ve never been a girl who enjoyed giving blow jobs, especially not on my knees. It seems I always end up gagging to no end, with men just thrusting down my throat without consideration, but Ian just takes and enjoys what I’m giving. It encourages me to take him deeper, until there’s only about an inch that I can’t take.
“Jesus Christ, Hannah, I can feel the back of your throat work around me.” Unable to stop himself, he starts thrusting his hips towards my face. To my surprise instead of wanting to pull away,I’m tempted to run my hand down my stomach to my clit that’s now begging for attention. Sensing my movement, Ian looks down and catches my hand moving lower.
“That’s it, Pretty Girl, touch that needy pussy as you suck down my cock.” Taking his encouragement, I sink two fingers inside myself, moving in sync with the thrust of his hips. Before I know it, my movements are getting sloppy as I feel myself getting closer to the edge.
“Enough,” Ian says as he pulls away from me, bending down to pick me up and throw me on the bed, making me bounce lightly. “As much as I like seeing how having my cock down your throat turns you on, I told you the first time you were coming tonight was on my dick, not on your own fingers,” he says in a possessive tone, as if my first orgasm belongs to him and him alone, which only serves to make me squirm on his bed, widening my legs for him with a moan. I’ve never been so wanton, or needy, ever.
“Ian, please,” I beg.
“Take your bra off for me,” he says, making his way to the other side of the bed, opening up the drawer and pulling out a small foil package. Tearing the package as he looks at me, I take off my barely-there-bra, and he slides the condom over himself before joining me on the bed.
Fitting his body between my legs, he kisses up my body, spending time on each breast, swirling his tongue around each nipple until my hips are searching for his. Finally reaching my lips with his, he gives a deep searing kiss as his length nudges my slick core and he slowly pushes in. “Hannah, I’m not gonna last,” he lets out with a shaky breath, before he starts to move at a slow pace.
Unclenching my hands from his duvet, I run my fingers up his muscular arms and around his neck to pull him down for an all-consuming kiss. His tongue snaking against mine, he trailslight fingers down the front of my body until he reaches my clit, pulling a deep moan from me, ripping my mouth from his.
“That’s it, Pretty Girl,” he whispers in my ear, tracing his tongue along the shell of my ear.
“Ian,” I manage to get out just as he pushes me over the edge.
“Fuck. Shit. Give it to me,” I hear Ian pant as he shutters against me, holding my hips tight against his as he follows me over the edge.
Rolling off me and onto his feet, he takes care of the condom before pulling me tight against his chest as we both try to catch our breath.
A few moments later, as my eyes are getting heavy due to his fingers softly trailing up and down my spine, he confesses, “That was . . . wow . . . just wow, Hannah.”
“Ditto,” I answer with a soft giggle. “Definitely crossed another item off my list.” Apparently, his dick not only provided me with life-changing sex, but also voids me of the power to filter my thoughts before speaking.
“And what have I helped you cross off your list this time?”
