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I blink, glancing around the room in search for the time. It’s a blanket of darkness outside and in the office. Exhaustion weighs on my body, and my soul hurts. But the tears are not falling. I think I’ve finally cried it all out. Ian stirs, and with a deep breath, he tries to stretch. Holding me for who knows how many hours on this chair probably killed his tense muscles. I arch my back as my spine cracks and his arms wrap around me, pulling me back to his chest.
“I need to stand.” My voice comes out as a whisper and cracks with hoarseness.
“Yeah, I’ve had to take a piss for the longest time.” He chuckles as I get off his lap. “I wasn’t going to disturb you, though.”
“Go.” I wave my hand out of habit, though he can’t see it. His phone flashlight turns on as he walks toward the door. “Keep the big light off.” My eyes are sensitive enough as it is right now. I find my phone on the desk. Eleven forty-five lights up my screen. If Aunt Quinn wasn’t with her boyfriend, she would have checked in to see where I was. Ian returns, and I wash the tears off my face.
“I should take you home,” Ian says as I exit the bathroom.
“Only if you stay the night with me.” I know what pulling up my driveway is going to do to me if I do it alone.
“Do you want to face your house now, or tomorrow morning?” He’s aware of the family photos I’ll have to pass walking up the stairs.
“Now.” I take myself by surprise. “I don’t think I have energy left to cry. And if you’re with me, it’ll help.”
“I’ll always be here for you, Emery.” And I want him to be. Taking my hand, we walk to his truck. My drive home is silent, but his hand never lets go of mine.
As Ian pulls into the driveway and cuts the ignition of the truck, the nervous pit in my stomach dissipates. Taking a moment, my lungs expand, welcoming whatever emotions arise. Exhaustion is all that’s coming through, but I’m sure tomorrow will trigger more tears.
“Are you sure about this?” Ian asks, giving my hand a squeeze.
“I’m willing to find out,” I say as he hops out of the truck and opens my door. Hand in hand, we walk up to my house, knowing I’m entering with new eyes.
I step inside, waiting for a million emotions. Sliding off my flip-flops, I look up at Ian with a deep breath. I don’t want to be aware of my surroundings. I make it to the top of the stairs without looking at the photos hanging. We walk into my room, slowly shedding our clothing as I toss back my covers.
Ian lies down in his briefs with an open arm to act as a pillow. I cuddle up, lifting my leg over his torso. Tilting my head toward him, he looks down, kissing the tip of my nose. My hand cups his cheek as I softly press my lips to his. I extend the kiss as he slides one hand to my waist and his arm bends, holding my head steady. Need dampens between my legs, but this time, something shifts. I’m not kissing him to escape. It’s slow and deliberate, and Iwantto feel how my body reacts to him. My palm meets his cock as it twitches, coming to life.
“Emery.” He pulls back, feathering his fingertips up my arm, and cradling the back of my head. “I don’t think this is––” His voice wavers, but his cock is rock solid under my palm as I stroke him.
“It’s not avoidance. I promise.” I shift my body to straddle him, and his hands squeeze my hips before traveling up my spine. “I want to feel every part of you.” Slowly, I grind my hips and lower my head to connect with his lips. “Please,” I whimper against them as he softly sucks my bottom lip.
His hand slides into my hair, pulling my ear to his lips. “Anything for you,” he whispers, sending chills through my body. “Take what you need.” Our hunger-filled kiss remains passionate yet tender as I widen my legs, feeling the tip of his cock poke at my entrance through my panties.
“Fuck me, Ian,” I whisper in his ear before kissing down his jaw and back to his lips. He reaches down, tearing my lace fabric. Hands gripping my thighs, he effortlessly lifts me toward his face. My hands catch my balance on the headboard. “Whoa,” I giggle, adjusting to the sudden position as I hover over his face.
“Let me taste how ready you are for me.” Ian lifts his head to cover my pussy, and as he sucks, his hands grip into my hips, pulling me right onto him.
“Mmm. I love the way you make me feel,” I moan, grinding myself against his mouth. This man might suffocate himself, but his grip is not letting up. My head falls to my hands that are gripping the headboard, and his tongue picks up the pace. “Just like that. This pussy is yours, Ian.” As the words leave my mouth, his fingers grip deeper into my ass. His growl vibrates my clit as I embrace the first orgasm.
A hand meets my throat, and I’m flipped onto my back with him hovering above. I blink up at him, trying to process the move as his amused grin spreads wide.
“You’re mine, Daisy Girl.” His hand meets my neck again with a soft squeeze. “Mine to toss around and do as I please. My hands rest on his shoulders, and with all my strength, I push him onto his back.
“Then that makesyoumine too.” Straddling him, I rub myself over his cock. Keeping his surprised eyes on mine, I slide down in one motion. A groan rumbles in his throat as I pause at the base, letting myself adjust. Ian flexes his hips, pushing in deeper before pulling my hips forward. When he hits a spot deep inside, my eyes roll backward. “I don’t want this to end. I want every night with you to be like this.” I begin moving up and down, steadying myself with my hands on his muscular chest. This is us.
Air whooshes out of my mouth as he reaches up to pinch my nipple. My orgasm builds quickly, the sensation growing with every stroke. “You’re beautiful, Emery.”
“You make me feel it.” He pulls me down with a kiss I feel deep into my soul. My arms fall to the sides of his head as my hand tangles in his hair. I pick up the pace as he moves with me, building me up. I need to see him. I need to see how he sees me, accepts me with all my past flaws and messy darkness. Sitting back up, he brushes hair out of my face with a smile. “God, you feel so good.” I try to swallow the lump in my throat as he holds my hips, and we move together.Staring directly into his eyes, my mouth parts as my fingers claw into his chest. I’m so close.
“I love you, Emery Davis.” Those words used to scare me, and here I am, never wanting anything else to fall from his lips. I nod, wanting to say them back.
“I––” His half smile is understanding, but the words still don’t make their way past my lips.
“In time, baby.” In nothing but the light of the moon, I watch his eyes glass over. His thumb meets my clit, drawing gentle circles. “Now come for me.”
I feel every thrust throughout my body, like a frequency we are both perfectly tuned to. I pick up my pace, but fight with wanting this moment to end, or keeping this euphoric build of torture.
“Emery.” I can tell by the strain and hint of warning that he’s barely hanging on himself. There’s no barrier between us, and this feeling is like no other. I give in to the pleasure with a soft cry. Ian slides out, flipping me to my side as his hand smacks my ass. “Give me another one.”
