“I’m in my closet” I reply my voice is higher than usual, shit lingerie has a very profound effect on me
Knock, knock, knock
Ian pops his head in and then opens the door wide.
“You don’t have to knock Ian!”
I turn around and his jaw drops, the look on his face, so young and juvenile he looks like the Ian from high school, he is in his shorts, t-shirt he looks yummy…
“What have you been up to today Aria?”
“Do you like?” I turn around so he can get the full effect, long flowing white two pieces. a sheer robe, the gown is basically a bra that is all lace and satin and then all sheer fine mesh that flowers and billows to the floor, underneath the tiniest of silk panties, my hair is cascading over my shoulders and I just drink him in, as he is eyeing me up.
“I think you need to come here” I walk slowly towards him and he goes to grab me and I pull away, I think I will play with him.
“Oh no Professor Bollinger, I believe we agreed to wait till our wedding night”
He looks at me smiling, nodding, no, no, no, he is adorable, his brown hair is tousled, those dark eyes that know me, he is fetching.
“You are right Aria, it would be foolish for us to indulge, let’s wait till our wedding night.” He turns around and walks out my closet shutting the door behind him.
What the hell just happened here?
I run over to the door on my tippy-toes, open it, Ian is on the other side of the door leaning against the frame.
“Oh I so own you Aria! Come here!” he pulls me into the bedroom, I pull his t-shirt off , toss it to the floor I run my nails down his chest, I quickly drop his shorts and I think I can work with this. He has been for a run and he smells of sweat and Ian, that heavy combination that drives me crazy.
I take him in my hands and move up and down his shaft, he is getting aroused by my touch, my actions and hello things are looking up, I drop to my knees and kiss him. I lick and swirl my tongue around him, as he grows in my mouth, I suck hard against his girth and pull him all the way in my mouth, sad thought comes to mind, he will not know that I don’t have my tonsils anymore.
I manipulate him and ease him in and out of my mouth in a very slow and seductive manor. I reach over and hold his thighs as he flexes his pelvis he is getting into this I can tell, as his hands are now in my hair hold me on him, I suck hard and long as I swirl and lick and persecute this man of mine. Ian runs his hands through my hair, pulling and tugging and then his hands are now at the side of my head, I ease him in and out of my mouth, he is flinching and squirming, my tongue winds around him and I can feel it, he is going to come, he is hot and rock hard as he stills, and holds on for dear life, I get rougher and start using my teeth and when he yell “FUCK” I think I got him right where I want him. He is trying to pull away from me but I won’t let him, I grab his testicles and fondle them and he is surprised by my lavish attempts and very hands on gestures, it is obvious I am not the same girl he left when he went off to Chicago. My assault is harsh and indifferent as I want to please him, I want that familiar rush that I had with a certain someone else. I think he likes it, suddenly giving him a tug and a very strong milking gesture that sets him off as he finds his release and slides down my throat accordingly.
Well, rendering my information from Cosmo, his stale taste indicates that he has not been getting busy. Well at least one of us is faithful. I wonder how many women he has been with…hmm
I stand up and whip the corners of my mouth, I look up at my husband to be, he looks shocked but oh so happy. I have never done this to him before and he looks pleased with me I think.
“Aria I have to say your oral recitation is truly Ivy League”
“Coming from a Yale man I take that as a compliment” as he catches his breath I can tell he is quite surprised by my audacious antics this evening.
“My fiancée has an insatiable appetite”
“Well professor I have to admit this is the first time you acquiesced to my demands!” he looks at me with a voracious glare in those dark eyes of his.
“My turn,” he pushes me down on the bed and lays down next to me kissing my neck and fondling my breast. I began to get emotional, I feel like I’m suffocating, I can’t breathe, my face flushes and I can’t do this, I have to stop…I’m going to cry, I don’t know what comes over me but I have to stop him I can’t do this.
“Ian I can’t, I can’t do this!” I try to push him off but I can’t he keeps kissing me and touching me and he is reaching under my gown for my panties and the pawing and touching I can’t take it, I sit up suddenly.
“Ian I can’t do this!” I’m trying to catch my breath and he is looking at me very confused.
“Ian I can’t do this, I can’t, I thought I could do this! It’s too much!” the look on his face as he tried to comfort me and I rebuke him I push him away. The tears begin to flow as they puddle in my hands this is too much, it’s not… I can’t…I put my head in my hands and I surrender to my emotions that over take me.
“Aria, it’s ok, shh,” he sits up beside me trying to calm me as my tears are lingering.
“Aria, its ok, come here” he sits back on the bed and holds me, soothing me until my tears are gone. We lay in one another’s arms, he is calming and consoling, he has a comforting nature and he caresses my hair as he speaks softly.
“There, there my dear sweet Aria, don’t worry we’ll get there” I look up at him and see his smile and his honest and contrite face, I run my manicured finger down his lips and he kisses my finger. He calms me down and tells me a memory he has of us when we were in school.
“Aria I remember in school when you would paint your nails all those crazy colors, every day it was something different, you were so little in high school, you barely saw over the seats of the school bus.
You would be sitting at your desk swinging your feet because they didn’t touch the floor”
He made me laugh as he picked up my hand and kissed my fingers one at a time. He is so sweet, to remember things that I have long forgotten.
“Aria, we have a lifetime for this, I think we need to take it slow, marriage is all about finding a middle ground, we’ll get there, I don’t want to push you”
I look up into those dark brown eyes and I see his honesty, his sincerity and always his love for me that is the hardest thing is seeing how much he loves me I don’t want to hurt him.
I reach up and touch his face and kiss him, he looks at what I am wearing and touches the lace on the robe and sighs
“Sweetheart this number has wanton sex-Goddess written all over it, we aren’t there yet, it’s going to take time”
He hugs me and now I think I get it, has Ian been holding out on me? Is he treating me like a porcelain doll? Does he really know how to sex me? Ok Aria you gotta find out, your dressed for sex, he is your fiancé fuck this man.
I suddenly stand up, his arms reaching for me, I push him back on the bed, he is naked, I drop my robe to the floor pull down the straps to my gown slowly and it puddles at my feet. I slide down my panties and step out of all of it. I kneel back on to the bed and straddle him; my hair is hanging over his face, like a cocoon.
“I want to fuck you Ian, I want you to fuck me and I want you to make me scream!”
I grabbed his hair and pull it so he sits up, I take his mouth and kiss him hard, I push my tongue passed his teeth, and I am grinding against his growing erection beneath me, he lifts me by my hips and he enters me, I am rough, I ride him hard I don’t hold back, he is kissing my neck and fondling my breast, I throw my head back and he starts pounding into me, this is pretty amazing, he picks up speed and he comes loudly and then so do I, we fall back onto the bed Ian pulls out of me and holds me on his chest, we aren’t breathless or falling back to earth, it’s not mind blowing I sure as hell didn’t see any stars-- it was just sex, the minute the thoughts hit my head….Ian pulls me from my thoughts
“Aria, that was amazing.” Well a
t least I came this time, I gotta stop with the comparisons already jeez. This is going to be fine, he is mine I will be his and we will work the rest out.
“Professor I really like this class, but I think I need some extra credit though!”
Ian has known my sarcastic mouth forever, he puts his hand over my mouth and he rolled over onto me and he kissed my neck and I play in his hair, he takes me one last time and makes me come than Ian cuddles up to me and falls asleep.
It wasn’t earth shaking, I did not come like a banshee out of hell, Ian and my sex life is not of the Gods. I guess we gotta work on getting up to that, and look how much fun it will be….yeah Aria keep telling yourself this. I am wide awake and staring at the ceiling.
One last thought that puts this into perspective, living here in North East Ohio we have some of the best roller coasters in the world, I mean when you go to Cedar Point and you want to ride The Dragster because it is steep, blood racing fast, heart pounding excitement and earth shattering beyond your wildest imagination and then after waiting in line for an hour for your turn you realize you got in line. Instead you are stuck in the kiddie park on the baby rides, that is how I feel, because I now know how great sex can be, and it isn’t any more because I am in bed with Ian instead of Tristan, yes I know I am a bitch, and sexual frustration is getting the better of me.
I walk into the bathroom and calm down, I change into a t shirt and shorts for bed, I wash my face and brush my teeth and ask God to let me know if I am doing the right thing marrying Ian.
I climb back into bed and look over at Ian as he sleeps, he is so beautiful and alluring, so full of life and he loves me, that is why I said yes, he stirs in his sleep, he is naked as his head is resting on his pillow, he is something else, when I think I can’t take this anymore he shows up like 007 with his wit and solace, he will be good for me as my mom put it, he is smart and dependable and quite capable of caring for me and my needs, he is a wonderful person with a heart devoted to mine.
I run my fingers through his hair and he stirs but doesn’t wake up. He reaches for me and holds me tight. I reach for the eiderdown comforter and cover us both, I have only seen Ian naked maybe twice, he is easy on the eyes, and he loves me, I kiss his temple and lay my head on his chest.
My fiancé may not be the animal in the bedroom, but what he’s got, he knows how to use it. I smile and snuggle up to him, as his breathing slowly rocks me to sleep. My last thought before night claims me, he wants me, some women wait a lifetime for that and never get it. I kiss his chest and fall asleep.
Chapter 30
CONCENTRATE ON YOU
Monday June 25, 2012
I awake and it’s still dark out, Ian is holding me in his arms, he is sound asleep, thank goodness he doesn’t snore, he hardly even moves when he sleeps, his long eye lashes fan across his cheeks and I want to wake him up and play with him. I kiss his eyes and he stirs, I move my hand into his hair and push it off his forehead, he sighs as his dark eyes find mine, he smiles at me and buries his face in my breast. His whiskers tickle and I hold his head in my hand.
“Good morning professor” I kiss his head
“Good morning, my wife in waiting?” I laugh that is cute.
“Speaking of waiting, I couldn’t wait for you to wake up”
“Oh really why is that?” He rolls on top of me pinning my hands down by my face. I wrap my legs around his waist and he raises his eye brows repeatedly.
“Morning sex professor Bollinger?” He kisses me as his hands now are in my hair. I throw my arms around his neck and pull him to me, he stops kissing me and looks down at me.
“What about no sex till the wedding night?” I feel his breath on my lips he is so close.
“Well after last night, I think you are so worth going to confession for!” I fist my fingers in his hair and pull him to my lips as I kiss him hard and deep. His growing erection is tantalizing, it’s empowering to know that I can do this to him. He kisses me back with vigor and passion.
“Ok turn over on your side” I turn away from him he puts one leg between mine and he pulls me close as he slams into me, I grind down on him and it feel so good. He pulls out and does it again and again and he and we come together, he pulls me close to him while he is still inside me and whispers in my ear.
“You are my new morning coffee, hot, bold and you hit the spot!” He kisses my cheek and I giggle, he pulls out of me and jumps off the bed and reaches for his robe, I cover myself with the duvet and just watch him move around as the sun comes up.
“Can I dress you for class today?” He comes back over to me leans down and kisses me.
“I love when you dress me up?” I kiss him and pull him on top of me
“Oh yeah what else do you love?” He holds my chin and traces my lips,
“I love that you woke me up today for sex, I guy can get use to this!” He kisses me gently and trails kisses from one corner of my mouth down my neck to my breast where he kisses me between my breast and I hug him hard as his face is buried in my cleavage. He moans and mumbles.
“I gotta get a shower I have a staff meeting this morning I can’t be late” I let him go, he kisses me on the forehead.
“We’ll continue this tonight! Don’t be late for class six thirty pm meet me back here you got it?
I want you undressed and in bed when I get home!” Wow I never saw this side of him I like it. He is forceful, demanding and it’s pretty damn hot on him.
“Yes Professor Bollinger” He kisses me and heads to the bathroom.
I jump out of bed and pick up my lingerie from last night and put it on the chair to my left. I put on my cream satin robe and head down stairs to start coffee and grab some juice, bagels and some fruit. I head back upstairs and put the tray down on the coffee table in the sitting area of the bedroom. I walk into the closet that is attached to the bedroom, not my closet I gave Ian the one that belongs to the master bedroom, I pull out his khaki trousers, a pale blue oxford shirt and the matching jacket, the tie is yellow and navy it is his favorite tie. I hang his clothes on the door to the closet and I return to the sofa and sit and wait for him to join me for breakfast.
He walked out of the bathroom with a towel draped across his waist as beads of water cling and fall from his naked chest, he looks amazing, gosh why did he only fuck me once, doesn’t he know we can do it more? Do I need to initiate? Sometimes I would like him to be more forceful and aggressive with me, in the bedroom only.
“Aria you did all this while I was in the shower?” I nod yes as I pat down on the sofa for him to come and sit next to me. I stand and pass him his fluffy white robe to put on, he drops his towel and takes the robe and puts it on. He puts the towels in the closet hamper and comes and sits beside me.
I pour him coffee and pass him a bagel with cream cheese chives and lox.
We sit and share breakfast, and joke with one another and he insist that we make one day a week as our date night, and keep the family dinner night during the week because Sunday is our day together, and what if we go away for the weekend, he doesn’t want me slaving away in the kitchen on my day off.
This is all going to work out fine, his words are starting to sink in, and I feel comfortable about all of this. I keep telling myself that I am a lucky girl to have him. We finish breakfast and I grab his clothes that I picked out for him, while he brushes his teeth.
Dressing up men is this whole seductive process, I just love it. He takes off his robe and I can’t help but check him out as he hugs me naked and rubs against me, I laugh and giggle as he lavishes me with kisses
“I love you Ian” he looks at me
“You love it when I tease you like this” as he is holding me close to his erection, kissing my neck and fondling my breast.
“A girl can get use to this kind of attention”
Get use to it Aria, I never wanted to scare you with sex or taunt you with it, I wanted you to come to me about how you wanted it, and now that you have dark eyes, I am going
to make love to you, fuck you and make you scream”
“Ian don’t go to work today!” he laughs and kisses me soundly
“Listen dark eyes, tonight, you, me and this bed” he leaves me breathless.
I hand him his underwear and socks, I hold out his shirt for him as he puts it on, I button his shirt and kiss him proactively,
“Aria I don’t think Henry VIII or Louie XIV were ever dressed like this, with such attention to detail and by one so beautiful” he kisses me as I reach for his hands and I button the cuffs of his sleeves. I grab his trousers he steps into them as he tucks in his shirt. I run his belt through the loops at his waist, he zips up and I reach behind me to grab his tie, when I turn to look at him up at him I see Tristan, I turn white as a ghost and start to shake, the memory stops me in my tracks as I recall how I dressed him right down to his cuff links. My eyes are beginning to sting with tears and I don’t want Ian to see me.
“Aria you ok?”
“Yeah just fine” I hand him his tie and I walk out of the bedroom to my closet and sit down at my desk and take a deep breath, as my eyes well up, what the hell have I done? This is not fair to Ian, he doesn’t deserve this, I gotta get a grip on reality here, and face facts. Ian comes in
“Aria sweetheart I gotta go, ok?” I look up at him he looks so contrite and concerned.
“You look very handsome” I smile at him.
“Look I gotta get going I love you, I will see you tonight six thirty don’t be late!” he kisses me sweetly goodbye.
“Have a good day at school dear” I touch his tie that he had to tie for himself because I fucked Tristan. now I see why they say cheaters never prosper, I cheated and I am missing out on the little thing that mean a lot in my relationship.
He kisses my temple I stand up and throw my arms around him, hugging him hard and kiss his neck.
“Ian I love you” we look at one another and he smiles at me and touches my lips and then he leaves.
I have a feeling of uncertainty and deep seeded desire, am I sexually frustrated? Am I mad at myself? Is it premenstrual? No I already had my period for this month, is it the wedding? Then I sit and look at myself in the three way mirror, I am alone, no one is around and I admit it to myself that I miss Tristan Bach, I miss him sexing me out of my mind! I miss his intoxicating smell! I miss his arms around me, but as it has always been I just miss the fuck out him! I sit at my desk and let it all out, I cry and weep as I watch myself in the mirror wither and crumble yet again because of one Tristan Bach, look at what I did to myself after being Tristan free for two years, I am right back where I started, I have to get over him all over again.
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