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“Daisy.” The word leaves my mouth so quickly, l don't realize I said it until he sits up.
“What’s wrong?” I hear the worry in his voice. I want to cup his face and tell him I just need him. Him to kiss away the hurt. Him to see all of me. The nerves of wanting this go haywire and my heart races. He removes the blindfold as he scans my eyes.
“Nothing.” I blink, adjusting to the light. He’s partially relieved but confused. “I know I was on board with this, but I want to feel you. Watching you as you make me come undone.” My cold front is quickly melting, but vocalizing my emotional needs is terrifying. “You make me feel important. That my needs are prioritized, regardless of yours.” Tonight has made me want to forget the hurt, but what really matters is the feeling of being alive and making this night happily memorable.
“You’re important to me, Daisy Girl.” He reaches to untie the rope. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make you feel comfortable.”
“Then I need you inside of me.”
“I can do that too.” I smile into his kiss as he positions himself at my entrance. He pulls back, looking into my eyes, and my stomach flips. Pushing into me, he watches my eyes widen with his width. He pauses, allowing me to adjust before slowly easing out and back in. I tilt my hips, meeting his slow thrusts, and run my fingertips over his shoulders and down his chest. “You’re beautiful, Emery.”
Never have I let a guy look at me as we slowly move together. I feel him in my soul. With each thrust, Ian crumbles the mortar of the bricks I’d placed. I’m so in this moment, my eyes threaten to water with how gentle he can be with me. The vulnerability is becoming too much as my arms wrap around his neck to kiss him. This man makes me want to commit to him.
Sensing my fear, his tongue slips into my mouth as his pace quickens. My hands slide up his back, as my nails dig in, dragging down. A hiss echoes in my ear, and I grip his ass, pulling him in deeper. Resting on his forearms, he grinds upward, hitting my clit each time. Right as my pussy tightens around his dick, his thrusts slow, pulling out to the tip.
“Not fair,” I whimper.
“Not fair would be denying my mouth from sucking on your pussy another time.” Shifting down my body, his face sinks between my legs and his mouth covers my clit.
“Dear Lord!” I’ve never been with a man so obsessed with devouring my pussy the way he has been.
“We can beg for forgivenessafterthis sweet sin.” I twitch as my legs tighten around his shoulders. When my hand weaves a grip into his hair, he breaks contact. No fucking way. He can’t be edging me when I’m so worked up it’s nearly painful.
“You’re giving me blue bean,” my voice squeaks. He pauses before laughing, and I wish my gaze could send actual lasers his way. “How do you get me so horny and angry at the same time?” My back arches, tilting my pussy toward his face. “Youneed to fix it, Ian!”
“Do I?” His breath tickles me, but it’s not enough to get me off. “How badly do you need me, Daisy Girl?” His smile is wide as his fingers stretch me.
“I’m not begging, Ian.” My voice is strained, needy for a release, but I won’t give him what he wants.
“I guess that means I haven’t worked you up enough.” Ian presses a ghost of a kiss on my clit, and my body shudders. “I’m more than happy to keep edging you until fucking dawn.”
“Or I’ll take matters into my own hands.” My fingers feather up and down my clit.
“I'll take a front-row seat with that.”
“Or be a man of your word and make me come.” For once, the sass doesn’t sit well with me. Wantingusdoesn’t either, but I can’t help myself tonight. “I want you to be the one to make me come.” Smiling, his mouth kisses up my body until his broad shoulders cage me in.
“Watch me,” he says before rewarding me with his cock, pressing deep on the first thrust.
“Thank you,” I pant on one breath, as his punishing pace doesn’t ease up. My eyes roll back, letting him have his way with me, since his pace is too rough to meet him with my own thrusts. He’s intoxicating, and this high is one I’ll probably never recover from.
He brings my leg over his shoulder and turns me on my side. “God, Emery, you feel so fucking good, baby.” At the endearment, I grip onto his forearm for support. Ian brings his other arms up to pinch my hardened nipple, causing a squeaky breathy moan from me. “Take what you need from my cock like a good girl.” He grips the crease of my hip as I feel it bunch to my ass. He zones in, watching it bounce with each thrust. “Fuck, this position is so hot.” I love that this sight turns him on. My orgasm nears, and I reach for the wand.
Shifting my body, I make better access for the toy. “I know you have two more orgasms to give me, Daisy Girl.” The wand vibrates against my clit, my pussy tightening so much, it nearly forces him out. Gripping the duvet, my release takes over.
“Ian!” I involuntarily scream as my body palpitates under him. The wand is ripped from my hand, and he wastes no time. Pulling out, he grips my legs and flips me onto my stomach.
His hand slaps against my ass. “Fuck, I’m lucky to witness this beautiful jiggle. So sexy.” As he slams into me, I cross my ankles, tightening me even more. “That’s right, Emery.” My arms stretch out, clawing and gripping the pillows, my pleasure already mounting again. “Such a good fucking girl.”
“Yes!” I shriek with another earth-shattering orgasm, feeling his own spill into me. I remain still for a moment, taking in the way my head and body hum. Ian drops a kiss between my shoulder blades and pulls out.
I turn over with a satiated smile. “Talk about perfection,” I whisper. “Why did I wait all these years to return when that was waiting for me here?” It’s the euphoria speaking, but I was never ready to return. I’m not sure I’m even willing to stay. Ian blinks at me and leans down to kiss me slowly, his lips trailing over my neck.
“I love how you screamed my name more than once tonight.” His grin presses against my skin before his lips meet that sweet spot on my neck. He still can’t get enough of me and I’m not mad about it.
“To be honest, I don’t believe it myself.” I’m shocked and breathless, my mind hazy and words slurry. “I’ve always thought screaming was overrated or fake.”
“There’s nothing fake about us, Emery.” The ice bath of words has me tensing beneath him for a split second. I know how real we are. But I don’t think I can face it head on yet.
