“It doesn’t always stay shut unless I lock?—
The rest of my sentence dies on my tongue when I turn and discover Winnie has taken advantage of the time and stripped herself out of her sweatshirt. And her sports bra. Leggings are gone. As are her socks.
She’s in nothing but a tiny scrap of nothing pair of red underwear.
“You are so fucking gorgeous,” I tell her. Raw, deep desire has every inch of me tense, ready.
I return to the bed, shedding my jeans as quickly as possible. With a firm grip on her ankles, I shift her legs open, wider, and move in between them.
She gasps when I ease her panties down and tease my tongue over her hot core.
“Ian…” she breathes. “Oh, my God, that feelsamazing.”
“You taste so good.” My throat is tight, my cock throbbing with need. She’s pink and wet and responsive to every little flick of my tongue over her flesh. “I could do this all fucking night.”
I’ve got nowhere to go and nowhere else I’d rather be.
Winnie
If Ian does this all night, I’ll probably die.
Just keel over my ecstasy and exhaustion.
He is really, really good at this.
Still waters run deep, indeed.
I have no words, just hapless moans. My eyes drift closed, my back arching.
Ian explores, one hand skimming over my belly and teasing at my nipples. I force my eyes open, wanting to watch him as he hovers over me, tasting deep inside my slick heat. I grip his dark hair, holding on for dear life.
The core of ecstasy deep within me is tightening, growing, trembling with each flick of his tongue.
“Oh, Ian,” I breathe. “Yes!”
The orgasm is hovering right there and for a second I think he’s going to take me to the edge and then pull back in a brutal tease. So I announce, “I’m going to come. Please, Ian, I’m going to come.”
His firm grip on my thighs holds me in place when I think I might levitate. “Then come, baby. Come for me, Winnie.”
Ian shifts his hands idly over my legs, before slipping underneath my ass to lift me more fully against his mouth. His instincts are first rate. Every time I give an involuntary cry of pleasure he doubles down with more focused efforts.
It could be three seconds. It could be an hour.
But when I finally shatter, I’m shaking, and wave after wave of pleasure rolls over me.
By the time I’m able to breathe again Ian has a condom on and is kissing me with hard, deep strokes.
It feels like he’s everywhere all at once.
His body is broad and warm over top of mine, his arms caging me in. I run my fingers over his back, and over the plane of his hard, muscular chest.
“That was gorgeous, Winnie,” he says. “You’re gorgeous. I want to see you come again for me, baby.”
“I’ll try,” I say sincerely. I can already feel an ache building deep in my core that I know only he can satisfy. “I want you inside me, Ian.”
“I want to be inside you.”
Then he’s there, teasing against me. I rock my hips and moan at the brutal tease.
