I get a glimpse of a rose-colored room, lit by lamps and draped with curtains. A secret lounge that I'm sure not even Triniti knows about. He pushes me up against the door, his mouth sealing mine. We both groan, and I run my fingers through his hair, arching my body against his. "Ian...kiss me." I manage to say, and my knees go weak as he does just that, his tongue stealing the moan off of my lips. He bites my lip gently, humming as I shiver. "I've been waiting to hear you say that.", he gasps. I drag his face back to mine and kiss him desperately, intoxicated by the way his mouth moves against mine, the way he catches my lip with his teeth. "Ian...more." I moan out. With a possessive groan, he runs his lips up my jaw, then sucks on the sensitive spot just beneath my ear. "I've been imagining doing that since the moment I first saw you...", he breathes. "And?" I reply, breathily as I smile, head thrown back as he still kisses my neck against the door. "Reality is so much better than my fantasies.", he responds. I feel him smiling.
As he kisses my neck, I feel the hardness of his body pressed against mine, his knee slipping between my thighs and my toes curl. One of his hands slides around to cup the small of my back, arching my spine gently, drawing me impossibly closer. "Ian, don't stop", I whisper out. "Oh, I have absolutely no intention of stopping any of this.", he whispers back. He skims his hands down my sides, over my hips, down the backs of my thighs, and squeezes. I moan deep in my throat. "The sounds you're making are music to my ears.", he replies. He strokes his fingers against the back of my knee, and I suck in a breath. He leans in next to my ear, "I want to hear each and every sound you can make. I want to be the cause of each and every one." He shifts, his knee pressing more insistently between my thighs. My breath stutters in my throat. I moan out "Yes.." and that's enough to suddenly take my hips and pull me toward the chaise lounge, where he sits down and guides me on top of him.
I brace my hands on his shoulders, and time stands still as we gaze at one another. Him disheveled beneath me, me breathless above him. "I do like the sight of you on top.", he smirks. "Does that mean you like giving up control?" I respond, grinning back at him. His fingers tease along my waist, making me burn to feel more of his touch. He smirks like he knows exactly what I'm thinking. "Oh, I still feel plenty in control. For instance...kiss me." And I'm powerless to resist. The moment my lips meet Ian, his grip around me tightens, bringing me flush against him. I rock my hips languidly in his lap, wanting to get him worked up. He groans into my mouth, and I've never felt more desirable.
"You sure you're in control there?" I smile, proud of myself. "Honestly? Barely hanging on." He says, grinning. I start unbuttoning his vest, and he slings his arms over the back of the chaise lounge, giving me easy access to his dress shirt. His chest rises and falls heavily as I divest him of his tie, then shove both his vest and his shirt off his shoulders. I kiss his chest, and he lets out a sigh, head falling back. I unbutton his pants, and his groan makes my stomach tighten with want. "Not so fast." He stops me and tilts my head up to him. "I need to see you, too." He untucks my top and rips it off of me, then pulls down the zipper on my skirt. It falls around my knees and he helps me the rest of the way out of it.
His gaze rakes over my body, and he takes in a slow breath. "You look absolutely breathtaking." He says, looking up at me like I'm the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. Finally, he places his hands on me. One on my hip, the other palm on your stomach, sending sparks through me. I grab his hand on my stomach and bring it between my legs. I throw my head back as pleasure courses through me. Ian lets out a growl as his fingers start working against me. I pant, hips moving desperately. I grab his shoulders to balance myself as shivers start wracking through my body. I moan out "More!" as he starts moving faster. He pulls his hand away, leaving me crying out of the sudden lack of contact. "Again. Kiss me." He says, never breaking eye contact. I dive for his lips. Over my pulse pounding in my ears, I hear him groan like he's intoxicated by the taste of me.
My lips are flush against his, and I can tell how much he wants me by the way he pushes up against me. "Do I get to know your name yet?" His voice is tight with unraveling restraint, and I breathe out a laugh against his lips. "Mm..not yet..but maybe as a reward.." I brush my hand over the front of his pants, and he jerks, hissing through his teeth. I tease my fingers against him. I undo his pants and push them aside, then I take him in my hand. I revel in the shudder that runs through him. He covers my hand with his, increasing the pressure against him, and God, that's the hottest thing I've ever seen. I lean in, my lips centimeters from his. He lightly nips my lower lip, and then murmurs against my mouth. "I want all of you.", he groans. "Then take me." I whisper against his ear. His hands are on my waist before I have time to lean away from his ear, and he flips me onto the chaise lounge.
He steals my breath with a kiss. Ian trails his lips down my neck, biting and sucking at my skin. "You better know I'm not going to hold back.", he says against my skin. I open my legs, wrapping them around him. I gasp as his hips fit in between my thighs, and I arch up against him, greedy for more contact. Deeper. I'm able to breathe out, looking him in the eyes, "You'd know I'd be disappointed if you did." He chuckles, stubble rough against my neck. He pushes his hips forward, hard, and I see stars.
He sets a steady pace, hooking an arm beneath your back to bring me tighter against him. Pleasure surges through me, I moan out "More..." With a deep growl, he delivers. I throw my head back as his hips move frantically against mine. We move, harder, deeper, faster with each other, I match his rhythm and movements, bringing me to new heights of ecstasy. "Ian!" I moan out, my head throws backward. I feel him start to unravel, certain he feels me tightening while inside me. I wrap my arms around him back, hugging him as he still has his arm behind my back. I feel him breathing hard against my shoulder. He lets out a moan, long and slow. "Oh... you feel...incredible.", as he moves harder. Beyond words, I grab onto his back as his powerful body pins me down and pulls me into a euphoria I've never experienced before. He gives one last, long, hard thrust.
Once we've both caught our breath, Ian's still looking at me like he can't believe I'm real. "You were incredible.", he says, still trying to steady himself. "You were pretty great yourself." I respond, feeling dizzy with contentment. As we get dressed, I casually check my phone, and I notice the time. "Oh, shit! Triniti's probably wondering where the hell I am!" I frantically try to put my heels on. "Um, Ian, I should go." Ian smiles at the completely un-smooth way I delivered that. He straightens his collar, his hair still a total mess. "I wouldn't want your friend to get worried." He smiles. Ian steps close and lays a hand on the small of my back. He pulls me close and speaks softly against the shell of my ear. "Thank you for tonight. I'll be thinking about it for a very long time." I shiver. He hesitates for a moment. "...Can I give you my number?" I respond way too urgently, "Yes and please." I beam from ear to ear. With a chuckle, he enters his number into my contact list.
As he's handing my phone back, it buzzes, and that's when I notice about fifty unread texts from Triniti. "Oh, shit. Triniti probably thinks I died!" Ian's lips twitch into a smile and he steps back, opening the door politely for me, smiling. "You should go alleviate your friend's worries. Have a good night." His silky words turn my brain into mush. I step out of the room and try to remember that I need to find Triniti. 324Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnw5XCfq7Ib
