I rest my palms on his thumping heart, revealing his feral state. I believe him wholeheartedly. He makes me feel like I am all he sees—bolstering my confidence up like nothing else.
Gazing into his hooded, lust-filled eyes, he crashes his mouth on mine.
The kiss starts sweet as his tongue parts my lips, but hunger swiftly replaces it. Frenzy overtakes our movements, and we give in to the sensual dance of lips, tongue, and teeth.
Walking me back, my back hits the mattress. I just want to feel him inside of me already, joined and becoming one.
He takes his time kissing me until I can recreate the shape of his lips from sensory memory alone. Ian must possess more patience than I do, loving to drive me wild with desire first.
His hands travel up and down my skin, mapping it with his skilled touch. Heating me up, he makes me ravenous and so wanton.
His lips and touches tantalize me, taking me on a high I don’t want to come down from. In the arms of rapture, I could fly away with no desire to return.
His eyes seek mine, burning up. “I want to fuck you so badly. I’m always starving and nothing helps.”
“Then do it, already,” I sound all whiney and needy, overcome by greedy desire.
A groan rumbles in his throat. “I’m afraid I will break you. I am that fucking desperate.”
I unknot his towel and his cock jumps between us, a bead of precum leaking. Eager to take care of my man’s need, I rub the pad of my thumb over it, and he hisses, clenching his jaw.
Licking my palm, I pump his length up and down. “Let me make it better.”
The corner of his mouth tips up in a panty melting grin. “But first I have a gift to unwrap.”
He unhooks my bralette and takes my pointed nipples between his teeth, biting and sucking on them, increasing my need while simultaneously soothing my want. I clench my thighs together, wet and keen to be taken.
He slaps my thighs open and dips two fingers inside. “Drenched for me, baby. That’s my good girl.”
“I have to. You’re so big…”
“But you love it, don’t you, when I stuff you full of my cock, cramming that tight pussy with my fat cock?”
His dirty talk sends a tremor through my body. “I do. I so do.”
With his mouth moving from one nipple to the other and his fingers playing with my pussy, I come with a long moan, entering the promised land of release.
“Good, you did so well.”
His praise makes me lose my damn mind. I would do anything to hear that again and again until the end of consciousness.
“Oh, Ian, what are you doing to me?”
He grins, saying matter-of-factly, “Praising my good girl that came so beautifully on my fingers.”
His teeth nibble down my belly, and he peels my thong off. “Bare, swollen, mine to take.”
“Yours. Now, please,” I whine, desperate for him to fill me.
But he pries my pussy lips apart, taking a few lazy laps, groaning as he eats me up with unadulterated satisfaction. Outside the window, I hear the waves hit the shore with more urgency, just like I feel.
My thighs constrict against his head. The divine sensations shoot through my system, making me delirious. I buck up, riding another pleasure wave, the sounds I make echoing around us—stuttered moans and chocked up breaths.
He crawls on top of me, ordering. “Bring my cock where you want it.”
The command is so sexy, I hurry to comply. My hands shake as I grip his base, guiding his cock at my entrance. One second later, he’s inside me, filling me to the hilt.
A stuttered breath rolls out of my mouth resonating my wantonness. I close my eyes for a moment to accommodate the stretch and savor the fullness. It’s always the same—pure perfection.
