“Open more for me, Winnie.”
When I shift my knees apart even further, he hitches my leg onto his hip.
Then he’s inside me, thick and throbbing.
Ian swears.
He starts to move, slow and deep. It feels incredible. But what is just as powerful is how he locks his gaze onto me, studying me as he takes me.
I shatter again, tense and tight, my cries silent.
It has Ian picking up his pace, sliding deep inside me, our bodies colliding hard and fast.
“Jesus,” he says, dropping beside me after he finishes. “Winnie. That was…”
“Yeah,” I agree, nuzzling up against his chest. “It was.”
We have sex again, Ian shifting me onto him so that I can ride him with slow, languid movements until we both shatter.
After Ian takes Barrel out one last time for the night, we’re drifting off to sleep half-dressed in each others’ arms.
Ian yawns. “I’m glad you moved here,” he murmurs, his voice gravely.
“That was quite a welcome to the neighborhood,” I say, running my hand over his cock.
Ian laughs softly. “We are very friendly here.”
I squeeze him. Just a little.
“Winnie. Do you need me to get friendly again?” he asks, giving me a sexy but sleepy smile.
I nod. Eagerly.
Ian pushes me onto my back and obliges.
Chapter Ten
Winnie
I didn’t expect Sunday morning to be awkward between me and Ian. I would have laid down money on the opposite. We did not fall asleep awkward. At all.
We fell asleep wrapped up together, all tangled limbs and warm bodies, exhausted from several hours of sex.
Initially when we wake up, we kiss and cuddle before Barrel’s whining is too insistent to ignore, and that feels right. Comfortable.
Ian offers to take him out, but I want to myself. Barrel had most likely spent the night comfortably on the couch but I don’t want him to feel neglected, especially with all the recent changes.
After taking Barrel for a morning walk I return to find Ian has already showered.
“I put a fresh towel in there for you,” he says.
“Great. Thanks.” I stand there for a second, hovering. Waiting. I’m waiting for him to kiss me.
Of course, I could always kiss him. But I don’t.
He’s being weird. I’m being weird.
Why the hell are we suddenly awkward?
