Riley
He squeezes my hips and pulls me to him.
“Make love to me, Ian O’Connor.”
He looks at me with frightened eyes.
“All I’m asking you is to make love to me,” I tell him, already short of breath, my heart beating wildly in my chest.
He brings me towards his bed without tearing his gaze away from mine. I unbutton his shirt slowly, then let it slide down his arms. I run my fingers along his skin and he watches intently. I scratch his back with my nails before he pushes me to the mattress and presses his body onto me.
I wrap my legs around his hips and feel his stiffness through his jeans. I let myself moan a little as his tongue runs along my neck before catching my lips in one of those kisses that takes your breath away.
He unbuttons my shirt, looking me in the eyes. There’s a sweetness there that’s tinged with his desire - two emotions are battling it out inside him. On one side, there’s his desire to have me, and on the other, his will to feel and taste everything along the way.
He sighs onto my breasts. He caresses them with his face, lips and tongue before taking my bra off and using his hands on me.
He doesn’t bite. He doesn’t mark his territory.
There’s no need.
He lets his hands slide down my abdomen and stops at the button on my jeans, opening them with an unnatural slowness before sliding them off of my legs. I lift myself up to undo his button and when we’re both completely naked, he lays over me again, breathing onto my lips.
He caresses my thighs and slides his finger inside me.
“Ian,” I exhale his name.
“Riley,” he whispers against my skin.
He moves inside me as he continues to hold my gaze, transmitting everything he feels for me in this moment.
Desire, passion…and love.
Ian is loving me.
He’s giving me everything he has.
And I want to give it all back to him.
The first wave of pleasure bends me in two. Ian has to suffocate my yell with his hand so that the entire house doesn’t hear us. When my breathing becomes regular again, he removes his hand and we both laugh.
And then he loves me, again and again.
Ian O’Connor loves me.
And I…I love him.
* * *
We wakeup in the morning with a lightness in our hearts. I am on my stomach with my hands under the pillow as Ian caresses my back with his fingertips.
I keep my eyes closed, enjoying this moment of pure intimacy, his delicate touch and the shivers it leaves along my spine, as he slides up the same spine leaving a trail of wet kisses.
He ducks under the covers and grabs me by the hips, turning me to face him. He holds me by the buttocks as he draws me to his mouth. I feel his breath and grip the sheets tightly the moment his tongue enters me.
His movements are slow and deep, his teeth biting and his mouth calling to me.
Ian moans and my entire body quivers. Ian breathes and my mind races. Ian loves me and I let myself be loved by him.
