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“Are you ready, sweetheart, for what I’m about to give you?”
I nodded my head. “Yes, I want you inside me, now.”
I could feel his hard c**k between my thighs, teasing me and waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
“Tell me how bad you want it,” he said.
With a heavy breath, I whispered, “I want you so bad. I need to feel you inside me.”
“That’s my girl.” He smiled as I felt his tip pushing its way inside me. “Jesus Christ, sweetheart, you’re tighter than I thought. Oh God, you’re so f**king tight. You feel so good,” he moaned as he pushed further inside me. His carnal groans were enough to make me come. Each pleasurable sound he let out aroused me even more, and the fact that I made him feel so good excited me. His thrust became harder, and finally, he was deep inside me. He thrust in and out of me a few times before he started to move his h*ps in a circular motion, hitting every sensitive nerve inside me.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he said with a ragged breath before bringing his mouth to my puckered nipple.
I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him down on me. He fell deeper inside and let out a loud groan as he pounded into me; hard, fast, and bringing me ecstasy. I tightened myself around him.
“That’s it, baby. I want you to look at me when I come inside you.”
He raised himself up so he was hovering over me. He placed one hand on the bed and the other on the side of my face, making sure that I stared straight into his eyes as we both came. He pounded into me like a wild beast, sending my body straight into oblivion. I had no shame and screamed his name as my body shuddered beneath him and my nails dug into his back. He gave one last thrust and spilled his come inside me, slowing his thrusting as he pushed out every last drop. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he kissed me breathlessly.
“That was perfect.” He smiled as he stared into my eyes.
He pulled out of me, rolled over, and grabbed some tissues from the nightstand and handed them to me. My body felt like jelly.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked as he propped himself up on his elbow and traced my breast with his finger.
“I’m fine. In fact, I’ve never been better.” I smiled as I ran the back of my hand down his face.
With the lightest movement, he brushed his hand over my scar. “Are you sure I didn’t hurt you?”
“Ian, you didn’t hurt me. The only thing you did was make me feel amazing.”
“Thank you for doing this. I loved f**king you without a condom on.”
I smiled softly and he positioned himself so he was on his back. He put his arm around me and pulled me into him. “I think we should get some sleep now, because when we wake up, I’m going to need to f**k you again.”
“Is that so?” I smiled as I lifted up my head and looked at him.
“Yes. I really feel the need to pin you down and f**k you again right now.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” I smiled.
“Seriously? You’re up for it again?”
“Yes. But if you don’t mind, I’d like to get on top.”
“Fuck, yes, sweetheart; get up here!” He smiled as he pulled me on top of him.
****
I smiled as I felt the soft tips of fingers stroking my lips. I opened my eyes to find Ian leaning over me and smiling.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning,” I said as I stretched.
“You know what?” he asked.
“What?”
“You didn’t have a nightmare last night.”
I smiled as he leaned closer and brushed his lips against mine. “That’s because I was in bliss after our night together. There was too much happiness to think bad things.”
“Let’s go get some breakfast. I don’t know about you, but I’ve worked up quite an appetite.” He winked.
Ian got up from the bed and handed me my silk robe. “Just wear this and nothing underneath. I want to be able to see your ni**les get hard when I look at you, and I want easy access for when I need to f**k anywhere on this boat.”
I took the robe from him and put it on. He led me to the kitchen and asked me to get the fruit cups out of the fridge while he cooked us some eggs. I couldn’t help but stare at him from behind. His broad, muscular frame made me weak, and the way his pajama bottoms sat low on his h*ps sent an ache down below that made me want him again. I walked up behind him and lightly ran my finger across the definition of his back. I heard him gasp.
“If you’re trying to get me hard, you’re doing a damn good job.”
“I’m sorry. I just couldn’t resist,” I said as I lightly kissed his back and asked him where the spoons were.
I glanced over to my left and saw a black baby grand piano sitting in the corner. Smiling, I walked over to it and sat down. With my finger, I pressed a couple of keys. Ian turned his head and looked at me. I positioned my hands on the keys and began playing “Prelude No. 1 in C Major” by Johann Sebastian Bach. The minute my fingers touched the keys, I went to a world that I hadn’t visited in a long time. A world where there was no pain, no humiliation, and no fear. An escape from the reality of the hell that was my life.
“What the hell, Rory,” Ian said as he stood next to the piano and watched me.
I finished my song and he asked me to play another as he sat down beside me. I played “Somewhere over the Rainbow.” I deftly pressed the keys of ivory white and charcoal black with my slender fingers, and swayed back and forth as I let the music take over my soul. As I finished and played the last note, I looked over at Ian, who was staring at me intently.
“My God, where did you learn to play like that and why didn’t you ever tell me you played the piano?” he asked.
“I first learned to play when I had to transfer elementary schools when Stephen and I went to live with my aunt. There was a piano in the music room, and one day after music class let out, I sat down at it and pressed each key, one at a time. I’ll never forget the sound. It was like magic as far as I was concerned. My music teacher was Mr. Brand, and he knew I was the new kid and didn’t have any friends. I guess he could tell by the expression on my face how happy it made me to press the keys and hear the sounds that came from it. He told me that if I stayed after school every day for two hours, he’d teach me how to play. He’d give me an hour worth of instruction and then an hour of practice.”
“Didn’t your aunt wonder where you were?”
