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"Bedroom." His tongue dipped in again. "Now." He angled his head. "Upstairs."
Somehow we made it up the steps as our fingers groped and tangled trying to undo buttons, zippers, belt buckles. By the time we'd made it to Ian's bedroom, I had my shirt off, my jeans unzipped and one shoe off. Ian yanked his tee shirt up and over his head.
I was able to run my hands over his all-too-familiar chest. The one I longed for over the weeks of separation. My head lowered to it, my tongue ran over the warm skin, the springy hairs. Ian's rugged and familiar scent once again overwhelmed me, visions of our encounter in Scotland appeared before my closed eyelids. His hard body glistening with s
weat from exertion, flickering gold in the candlelight. A lock of hair falling over his brow. Jaw clenched, holding his desire in, then unleashing it on me in the most primal way possible.
Stomach muscles tightened beneath my mouth. Ian's lungs filled with air, chest expanded. I swirled my tongue over one of his nipples and heard him groan, felt it. I smiled at the power I had over him.
I couldn't keep my hands off of his body. My palms touched his smooth skin, ran up his sides and across his broad back all the while I kissed and licked his body. Dropping to my knees, I dipped my tongue in his navel, swirled once before moving lower, following the trail of hair that led me to the front of his pants. My fingers worked at the button and zipper of his jeans, pushing them down over his lean hips along with his boxers. His cock sprang free. It stood ready and erect, only inches from my mouth. Thick and hard, the skin dark and smooth, his cock was all I could hope for. Remembered. And then some. My pussy clenched in anticipation. So did my ass. Where would he make love to me first?
I licked my lips when a pearly drop of fluid seeped from the tip. There hadn't been time in Scotland to suck Ian's cock, to pull the seed from his balls and taste it. I longed for the flavor of him on my tongue. The wait was over.
I licked the pre-cum from him, the spicy taste of him awakening my taste buds. I couldn't help the satisfied moan that came from my throat. I licked at the flared head as if it were an ice cream cone.
"Lexy," he growled.
Just my name spoken in such a guttural way was all I needed to continue. Opening my mouth wide, I took all of his cock. Deep. The head was wide and touched the back of my throat, the silky length of him spreading my lips.
"Jesus Christ, woman. Don't you have a gag reflex?"
I'd never considered it before, but it was easy to take him deep. It was hard to breathe, but I concentrated on swallowing, which pulled the head of his cock to the back of my throat. I kept him there for a second or two, then pulled back just enough to take another breath. Cupping his hefty balls, I squeezed them gently.
I glanced up at him and he was watching me.
"I love seeing my cock stretch those pretty lips wide. I love seeing you take me so deep."
Happiness coursed through me knowing I was pleasing him. It was a position of subservience, on my knees before him and servicing him. I didn't feel the least bit degraded. In fact, it was very powerful. Ian was completely at my mercy. Soon enough, he'd take me to bed—hopefully!—and then he'd be the dominant one. For now, I'd make his knees buckle.
As I worked his cock in and out of my damp, hot mouth, I grasped the base, although my fingers couldn't close all the way around him. I pumped my hand as I lifted and lowered my head, stopping to lick around the sensitive ridge of the head, then darted my tongue against the small hole at the top before taking him deep once more. He was hot and silky soft, yet as hard as that ivory dildo he'd given me.
Ian's voice was ragged when he swore like a lonely sailor. His hands moved to the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair as he showed me how deep he wanted to go, how fast. I quickly learned how he liked it best when I sucked hard, working to pull the seed from his body and sensed when he was about to come. I felt his balls tighten, his cock harden even further in my mouth.
"Don't stop, Lexy. Shit. Take it. Swallow it all down."
The hand at the back of my head pushed me onto his cock even deeper. All at once he cried out his release as I felt the spurts of hot cum shoot down my throat. Swallowing, I took all he had to offer until he was spent. Pulling back, I wiped a spot of cum from the corner of my mouth as I glanced up at Ian, licking my lips. "Salty. Sweet. I love your taste."
He took a step back and peeled off his pants and boxers that had been hanging below his hips to stand naked before me. The look, the primitive caveman glint in his eye, made my nipples tighten. Predatory, dangerous. "Your turn."
Hoisting me up by the shoulders, he all but tossed me across his bed. The remainder of my clothes were shed in an instant, tossed at random to the floor.
As he looked down at me, taking in my body, he said, "I remember how you taste. Your skin is silky soft, the scent of it like flowers." He stroked his palm down between my breasts and over my belly, then lower. "And here, your pussy tastes like honey. Your cream was hot on my tongue."
As Ian spread my legs wide, I could do no more than grab handfuls of comforter and hang on. He moved and settled between my thighs, his dark head lowering to hover just over my pussy. His warm breath fanned the sensitive flesh. "You're dripping wet," he commented.
"Yes!" I cried.
"I haven't even touched you yet."
Shifting my hips, I called out his name, begging for it.
I suddenly felt his tongue on my clit, sliding over my slit, once, then again, before dipping into my core, lapping at my essence. I'd been wet ever since his hand first touched the ring. My body had been ready for his, eager for it. It was my turn to cry out. I couldn't help but buck off the bed. Large hands clamped about my hips to hold me in place, to keep my clit right where he wanted it. Beneath his mouth.
He gently worked my pussy, playing it like he would an instrument, pulling sounds of pleasure from me like a maestro. Instead of wringing a climax from me as I had for him, he stopped just before the brink, before the waves broke over me and carried me away.
"What? Ian... give it to me."
He grinned at me, his mouth and chin slick with my arousal. "I love it when you beg. You want more, baby?"
