Her jeans were at her thighs, showing her ass, and she knew he was looking.
Straightening, she shimmied slowly out the jeans before lifting the hem of the sweater and pulling it over her head. And Ian had been busy as well. The white silk shirt lay in a puddle on the floor, his shoes, socks and slacks scattered along with it.
Tall and imposing, he exuded male confidence and lust. Of course, the engorged length of his rather impressive c**k wasn’t hurting the image any.
“Lean against the bedpost. Reach behind you and grip it, and don’t take your hands down, Courtney, or I’ll tie them in place. Then you may not make lunch with Tally for days.”
She moved to do as he bid, watching as he gripped his erection, stroking it unselfconsciously as he watched her.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered her as she reached up, gripping the tall post of the heavy wood bed.
She spread her legs, whimpering at the shocking arousal beginning to surge through her. She could feel the juices leaking from her pu**y, coating the bare lips and trickling to her thighs.
She fought to breathe as he knelt before her, his hand still wrapped around his c**k as her mouth watered to taste it. She could have sucked him clear to her throat and swallowed him down she wanted it so bad.
“Stay very still, baby,” he whispered as he pushed her thighs further apart. “Very still. Otherwise, you may be very, very late for your luncheon appointment.”
Oh yeah, and she really cared about that one right now.
“Oh my God, Ian…” She jerked, her fingers clenching on the thick wood post as one broad finger ran through the sensitized slit of her pu**y.
No more than that, and her nerve endings were sizzling.
“Like that, baby?” he crooned gently, his breath wafting across her heated flesh, a caress nearly as destructive as the touch of his finger.
“I love it,” she gasped, arching closer as she felt his fingers spreading her, opening her to the cool air of the room.
Then he was there, his mouth hot, his tongue a demon as it slowly, too f**king slowly, circled her straining clit. Her head fell back against the post, her eyes staring sightlessly toward the ceiling as whimpering moans fell from her lips.
“You taste so good,” he whispered before his lips enclosed the straining bud, suckling lightly at the tortured mass of nerves as she cried out hoarsely.
“You are a demon, Ian,” she accused him roughly. “You know I’m dying for you to f**k me. Why do you torture me this way?”
He hummed against her flesh, his tongue lapping around her cl*t as he sucked at the dewy flesh. He didn’t deign to answer her, merely continued to torture her. It was an exquisite agony, sending flames rushing through her blood, sparking along her nerve endings.
Mewling whimpers of pleasure escaped her lips as she felt his tongue rasping against the delicate tissue, echoed around her as she shuddered, her knees weakening with the continued assault on her senses.
He lapped at her. Sucked at her clit. Lifted her leg and braced it on the low chest to the side of them before he thrust his tongue into the greedy depths of her sheath, sending her to her tiptoes with the force of pleasure slamming into her.
At the same time, one thick finger slid into the depths, stretching her, opening muscles already sensitized from the night before. She fought for her orgasm, her body tightening, reaching desperately for that free-fall of pleasure that lingered just out her grasp. She clawed at the post, arching, pressing her pu**y tighter against his mouth, screaming with flaming lust as she felt his finger f**k inside her in a rapid series of thrusts that sent her hurling through the vortex of sensation as it exploded around her.
Color burst behind her closed eyes, vivid colors of passion that streaked around her, burst through her nerve endings and shattered her senses.
Almost instantly she felt the mattress beneath her br**sts, cushioning her as her legs were pressed apart and the fiery, broad length of Ian’s c**k began to work inside her with short, desperate strokes. He stabbed into her, his breathing rough as he came over her, one hand clenched at her hip, the other sliding beneath her body to plump one swollen breast.
“You’re so f**king tight.” His voice was rabid with lust now. “So hot and tight you make me want to howl with the need to be inside you.”
She tilted her h*ps higher, screaming out at the whiplash of pleasure and pain as he held her in place. She could feel the sensitive tissue of her sheath rippling around him, sucking him in, tightening on the fiery heat of the intrusion before caressing it with convulsive spasms of another nearing orgasm.
“More,” she screamed out her need. He was going too slow, working inside her when she wanted to be taken, possessed. “Harder. Fuck me, Ian. Fuck me hard and deep before I die of the need.”
She could feel it eating at her, the need tearing at her womb, clawing at her senses as she fought for the next release, the hard, cataclysmic explosions she knew would shape her, define her, would somehow ease the violent hunger he awoke within her.
Perspiration dripped from her body, from his. A rain of passion as she felt him pause, buried only halfway inside her, retreating, then suddenly, shockingly, filling her. Her hands tore at the comforter as she felt his fingers tightening on her nipple, pumping it, pushing her closer as the strokes inside her sex began to gain in speed and desperation.
Her breath sawed from her chest, rasping moans breaking past her lips, pleas…desperation…
“Fuck me!” She screamed out her hunger as she felt the conflagration building in her womb. “Oh God. Ian. Ian. Please…”