Em
“Is he even going to show up?” I wondered, because with Ian Reid you never knew what would happen. Maybe the glorious Gloria would throw herself at him and he wouldn’t be able to resist. Although he had resisted me just fine.
I fled Abby and Mason’s house at 12:01, and now I was stuck at home worrying. Ian acted so macho tonight. “Em, take off your clothes. Em, put on your clothes.” His attitude was a turn-on, but it also made me nervous. As Abby said, Ian was a lot more experienced than me. That was part of his appeal—in theory.
So I did something I would never normally do: I drank a shot of tequila. It burned my throat and I didn’t have a lime slice, but at least I stopped feeling nervous. I felt dizzy instead.
I got out a notebook and made a list: why having a fun fling with Ian is a good idea. I’d just gotten to #9: those pectoral muscles, when my door buzzer sounded.
“Who is it?” I asked, as if people visiting in the middle of the night was a normal thing.
“It’s me.” Ian’s loud, low voice made my insides drop like an elevator with cut cables.
I buzzed him in and waited by the front door. Was this a good idea? Maybe we could just talk about how things were going to work between us.
Ian walked in. He pulled off his coat and came towards me. He was staring so intently that it felt like he could see right through me.
“Did you wa—” I began, then Ian raised my face to his. I felt the calluses on his fingertips, the heat of his mouth on mine, and his hunger. He kissed me hard and passionately, like it was the only way he could convince me of our rightness. If our Christmas kisses were hot, this kiss was an inferno. Ian had been teasing me before, but now everything between us was for real.
When he finally lifted his mouth from mine, I leaned my head against his chest. Ian reached down, cupped my ass, and lifted me. I wrapped my arms around his neck. My shoes clattered to the floor as I locked my legs around his waist. We kissed again, more gently this time. Ian strode towards my bedroom as if he’d been here many times. I felt the cool air against my back as he unzipped my dress.
A pillar candle burned on my bedroom dresser, and the light was enough for Ian to lay me down on the bed. He shucked the dress off me. Then he looked at me, his eyes raking up and down my body until my hands came up almost involuntarily to cover my bra and panties.
One tiny shake of Ian’s head, and I forced my hands down beside me. The silence between us was both nerve-racking and a turn on. I had to read his needs using all my senses.
Ian unbuttoned his dark shirt and tossed it aside. That defined chest I’d been fantasizing about was revealed in all its muscular glory. Then he unzipped his black jeans and bent to take them off. Wow, his thighs looked so strong and firm. And then I saw his boxer briefs, or more specifically, the bulge in them. Oh my goodness.
Ian chuckled. He’d been watching me check him out, and I had licked my lips. I was objectifying him exactly the way I was always lecturing him not to do with me.
“I can’t help it,” I muttered. “Your body is amazing.”
“Right back at you,” Ian said. Unfortunately, he stopped removing clothing and lay down beside me on the bed. His cock strained to escape his black briefs, and I felt a flutter of nervousness about how I was going to measure up to the many women Ian had known.
“Wait,” I squeaked. “We haven’t had our sexual health talk yet.”
“Jesus, Em. D’ya think I’d touch you if I had something? And I always wear protection. We’re good.”
“And I’m healthy too,” I said. A roll of Ian’s eyes told me he knew exactly how inexperienced I am.
“Can we get back to the fun stuff?” Ian asked.
I nodded. He traced a line from my neck to my shoulders. His hands were rough, but his touch was unbelievably gentle.
“Waited so long for this,” he murmured. Then he planted lingering kisses on my face, so distracting that I barely noticed when he removed my bra until I heard his growl of approval.
“I’ve been dreaming about these babies.” Ian took a breast in each hand and cradled them like delicate fruit. Then he bent his head down and sucked on one nipple. His mouth licked and teased until my whole breast felt engorged with sensation. But again, he was unexpectedly gentle, easing his suction when I tensed.
I imagined that Ian would be rough and demanding, but instead he was almost tentative. He was exploring every inch of my body to find where I most wanted to be touched. My skin vibrated under his rough fingertips.
Greedily, I reached out and caressed the firm planes of Ian’s body. He felt harder than a normal human being, all corded muscle and sinewy connections. I ran my hands over his broad shoulders, his mounded chests, and the dips of his back.
All the while, he sucked away at me until my nipples felt elongated and erect. The sensations from his hungry mouth travelled from my breasts to my very core. His hands explored my body with a feather-light touch. I writhed under his touch, pinned to the bed by sheer lust.
When he finally lifted his mouth, I was a puddle of need.
“Having fun yet?” he asked.
“Um, yes.” I was lucky to get a coherent word out.
Then he moved down my body. He stroked my thighs and planted a kiss on my stomach.
I tried to push his head away. “Oh, don’t.”
Ian lifted his head. “You ticklish?”
“No. But you’re in such good shape, and I’m not.”
“You’re a woman. You should be soft.”
“You’re so hard.”
He chuckled, pulled down his briefs, and guided my hand down to his erect cock. It was slightly curved and pulsed against my palm.
“Yeah, I’m hard. You make me hard,” he said.
I brought both hands down and stroked his cock. It stretched to greet my hands. His skin was petal soft, but underneath, his cock was as hard as every other part of him.
“I want to feel you inside me,” I blurted.
“Patience, princess,” Ian said. He moved back down between my legs and placed a kiss directly on my clit. Then he licked the crinkled folds all around my centre, never touching my clit again until I lifted my hips in a silent plea.
When he finally touched the tip of his tongue to my clit, he began a flicking action that made me gasp with pleasure.
“God, yes.” I relaxed completely and concentrated on the incredible sensations as Ian’s talented tongue brought me to a heady orgasm.
I lay with my eyes closed, barely aware of Ian leaving the bed and returning with his cock sheathed in latex.
He cupped my ass in both hands and raised me up. I parted myself for him, and he entered me slowly, intensifying the feelings inside me. Once he was fully inside, he began with short strokes and lifted one of my ankles to rest on his chest so he could go even deeper.
This was the most silent sex I’d ever had—the only sound was the thwack of our bodies coming together and parting. But at the same time we felt connected, physically and mentally. I could tell when what I was doing was good for Ian, and he was watching to see what I liked. Although I was enjoying everything he did: his rhythmic thrusting, the grinding of his pelvis against my clit, and the way he kept tweaking my nipples into sensitized points. It was all incredible.
I was ready to come again, so I relaxed into the prickly wave of sensations. Ian lifted both my ankles and thrust hard into me, extending my orgasm and forcing my breath out in gasps.
“You like that?” he asked, the words startling me out of my drowsy state.
“Yes. Oh, yes,” I breathed.
I watched Ian push harder to his own climax. I lifted my body to meet his, trying hard to make him feel as good as I did.
“Em.” One word was all he barked out as he thrust in one last time. And then he collapsed onto me, his heavy weight pinning my limp body to the mattress.
“Wow.” I was sweaty and squished, but I made no effort to move. My orgasm faintly echoed in my body like the last vibration on a guitar string.
“Mmmmph,” Ian grunted. He had rolled off and was now facedown in the pillow and half-asleep already. I snuggled up next to him, sniffing that now familiar woodsy scent that was fast becoming an aphrodisiac. God, were all our nights going to be like this? I was certainly having fun now.