by Marie James
My body acts on his demand the minute his words leave his mouth. My pussy clenches his entire length, delicious ripples spread over my entire body. I’ve no strength left and his hand gripping my hip and the hold he has on my hair is the only thing keeping me in position for him.
“Fuck! FUCK!” I feel his cock grow and twitch inside of me as he finds his own release. He makes several more strokes before falling on my back. My legs give out and I’m flat against the bed, my panting blowing the hair that has fallen over my face.
Even having exhausted himself, Ian is cognizant to not put all of his weight on me. His gentle kisses over my shoulders calm me while he attempts to regain his composure.
“You ok?” He whispers against my shoulder. I haven’t moved or made a sound in several minutes. My body is limp and wonderfully sated.
“Umm hmm.” Is all I can manage with my smile.
“I was afraid I was too rough.” He says tenderly.
I manage a shake of my head. “It was perfect, Ian. I’ve never been more thoroughly fucked.”
I can feel him smile against my neck. “Same here.” He shifts his weight against me and it’s then that I realize not only is he still inside me, but his erection has only softened the slightest degree.
I giggle and manage a small rotation of my hips. I hear him groan. “Wasn’t enough for you I take it?”
He lets out a manly chuckle. “It was fantastic. I’m afraid my cock is in a perpetual state of arousal around you. I can’t help it.”
It’s my turn to moan when he pulls out of me. The delicious ache from our love making causing a low throb inside of me. He rolls to his back and pulls me against hm. My fingers trace the beautiful ink on his chest.
“I’ve never done that either.” I whisper softly against his skin. I sense the shift of his head in question as to what I’m referring to. “I’ve never gone unprotected before.”
He lets out a hum of acknowledgement. “I don’t think I can go back now. You feel too amazing without them.” I nod my head against him in agreement, thankful I’m on the shot and only have to remember it four times a year.
“So, boyfriend.” I smile up at him. “Want to join me in the shower?”
“Mmm. I love the way that sounds.” I love you, I think to myself. He reaches down and squeezes my ass cheek. “I’d love to, beautiful.” He plants a sweet kiss on the top of my head and slides out of the bed, tugging my arm to get me to trail behind him.
I glide off the bed and stand. I gasp as semen runs down the inside of my leg. Ian turns around and notices me staring down.
He must see what’s caused my reaction. He pulls me against his chest. “There’s nothing hotter than knowing my come is inside of you.” His hands skates down my stomach and his fingers slide between my folds, rubbing his essence all over the lips of my pussy and clit. I moan against his lips. “Let’s get cleaned up because I can’t wait to fill you up again!”
Chapter 41
Ian
I wake from the most erotic dream, only to look down and realize my dream has come true. I gaze down at Lorali, her mouth wrapped around my dick. I smile down at her and caress her cheek with my fingers before I clasp my hands together and place them behind my head.
She pops her mouth off of my cock. “Good morning.” She grins before sliding her tongue from top to bottom.
“It’s starting to look that way! Why didn’t you wake me?” I groan on a particularly skillful suck and swipe of her tongue.
“I did wake you” She winks at me. Her eyes never leave mine as she continues to suck me off.
“Can I fuck you?” She shakes her head slightly. “Sore?” She nods her head in the affirmative. “Sorry, baby.”
She release my dick again. “Deliciously sore and I have no regrets. I should’ve asked before I started, are you sore?” I grin down at her and shake my head no. “Good!” She leans back in and takes me back into her mouth, her hand joining the party to grip the base of my cock as she works the top half.
“Shit!” The skill level of her mouth amazes me. I’m no longer able to keep my hands behind my head as one hand tangles in her hair before I even realize I’m moving. I do my best not to take over the rhythm. I remember what happened last time I tried.
Minutes is all it takes before I’m exploding in her mouth without warning. She takes it in stride and swallows every drop, licking her lips as she rests her head on my lower stomach.
“Nothing like a protein shake for breakfast!” She jumps up from the bed, naked as the day she was born and walks to the bathroom. I notice a new sashay to her hips before she closes the door behind her.
“Fucking minx.” I mutter under my breath, a huge smile on my face. I’ve never been more thankful for that piece of shit Miguel Cruz and a broken Maytag in my life.
I wait until I hear the shower door open and close before I join Lorali. I’m never going to walk away from the opportunity to lather her amazing body with soap. Too bad she’s sore from last night, I’d love nothing more than to bend her over and jump start her day with an orgasm or two.
***
I can’t wipe the smile from my face as I leave the bathroom and dress. Sore my ass! Still didn’t stop her from riding my fingers through an incredibly sensual orgasm. I feel my dick twitch just thinking about it. I’ll give her until this afternoon, that’s as long as I can wait to be inside her again.
After dressing in a t-shirt and sweat pants I grab the Sunday paper from the front stoop and head to the kitchen. I may not be getting long hours of sleep at night when Lorali is in my arms but I have to admit that I do get the most restful sleep when she’s with me.
She makes me feel amazing and stress free, like I have no other concerns but her when she’s around. I remind myself to promote another staff member to help with the work load I’ve been slacking off on. I’d rather pay millions out of pocket than lose time with her due to work.
I ready the coffee pot as I think about just leaving it all to take her away. Two days is just not enough with her and I wonder if she has vacation time available. Hell, we could stay here and that would make me just as happy so long as we could cut ourselves off from the world and spend every second together.
I know I’m staring off into space, trying to wrap my head around just how tangled up I am with her when she makes her way into the kitchen, the warm glow from her recent release is still evident in the flush of her cheeks.
She makes her way to the coffee pot as I settle in at the table with the paper. It feels so very domestic and I smirk, thinking had I ever been in this situation with a woman before I’d have run for the hills. Scratch that, I NEVER would’ve allowed this situation to occur before her.
My attention is on the Lifestyle section of the Denver Post. “You’re smoking hot, babe!”
“I’m in sweats and a loose t-shirt, Ian, but thanks I guess.” She finishes perfecting her cup of coffee and walks to the table, sitting in the chair beside me.
I turn the paper around and show her the picture that’s taking up more than half of the front page. She gasps, her hand rising to cover her lips and I can’t decipher her mood. The glow in her eyes could be elation or devastation.
I look from her back down to the picture showcasing us at the Sweetheart’s Gala last night. Apparently my declaration of my sweetheart is major Denver news. The photo is perfect. She’s tucked into my side and we’re looking at each other with hopeful smiles on our faces.
She lets her eyes cut up to mine. “Wow.” She mutters, pulling her hand from her mouth, her huge smile more evident now.
I read the byline again, “Ian Hale, one of Denver’s most sought after Sexiest Men, goes public with his new relationship in a big way at the 13th Annual Sweetheart’s’ Gala, supporting the SPCA. He’s seen above with girlfriend, Lorali Bennett, columnist for the Denver Currier.”
“I guess this makes it official then, huh?” She takes a slow sip of her steaming coffee. I frown at the look of trepidation on her fa
ce like she’s just made a life altering realization.
“What is it? Are you having second thoughts?” I reach my hand out and gently tug her chin up, encouraging eye contact.
“No, it’s just…” She puts her cup down. “I guess I just need to prepare myself for the haters.”
“Haters?” This woman is so frustrating sometimes. “You’re absolutely gorgeous, Lorali. There’ll be no haters and even if there are, what they say doesn’t mean shit to me, and you shouldn’t let it bother you either.”
She slowly nods her head, but I can tell she’s doing it to appease me rather than her own belief in my words.
“Do you know why we’re on the front page?” She shrugs her shoulders.
“Because you’re smoking hot and that sells papers?” She responds grinning at me.
“Well there’s always that!” I wink at her but lower my voice so she knows I’m serious and lean into to her. “The reason they’re making such a big deal about us is because it’s a big deal. I’ve never answered relationship questions for the press and I certainly have not stood in front of a press gauntlet and said the word girlfriend. You’re it for me, Lorali.”
She’s practically beaming at me and leans in and rubs her nose against my own. “I feel like I’m dreaming. Where have you been my whole life?”
“Working and waiting for you.” I kiss her lips.
She pulls away from me. “Waiting? Ha!” She grins and in this moment I wish I was pure. I wish I’d never touched another woman before her but if it’s any consolation, I’ve already forgotten everyone that came before.
I give a slight shoulder shrug. “Well, boys will be boys I guess.” I reach up and wrap my hands around her neck and pull her on to my lap, kissing her with every ounce of passion I have in my person. She melts against me.
“Lorali?” I whisper against her lips. She gives her head the slightest of nods. With her permission, I pick her up; her legs wrapped snuggly around my waist and carry her back to the bedroom. There’s no way I could’ve lasted until this afternoon but my intentions are for the slowest, most devotional love making I’ve ever experienced. I’m certain I’ll not hear her complaining and being honest I have to smile at the idea that when she goes to work Tuesday she’ll still feel me.
Chapter 42
Lorali
I only thought last weekend was the best days of my life, but this weekend topped even that! We had everything delivered to the house and rarely even put clothes on for two days straight.
Ian wants me to go away with him next week and I’m hoping that Tom will not mind me taking vacation on such short notice. Having just gotten to work, I haven’t had the chance to speak with him about vacation or the uproar caused at the Gala.
I settle into my chair and smile at the delicious soreness I feel in every muscle of my body. I think I can get used to the most reverent fucking and the most sensual love making every weekend. I’ve no clue what stars had to align for me to get all of this in one package of hot man, but I’m eternally grateful.
I’m half way through my email when Tom darkens my door. I’m instantly at ease when I see the pleased look on his face.
“Lorali,” He says in greeting as he sits down across from my desk, his ankle on his bent knee.
“Tom.” I smile, giving nothing away.
“Can we have the exclusive on the wedding?” He’s actually serious, no hint of facetiousness on his face.
I nearly choke and begin to sputter. “Excuse me?”
“His relationship status or lack thereof, is as elusive as George Clooney’s. And well, even George eventually got married, so I think Ian will be next!” He grins again.
“That’s very scientific of you! But we’ve only been dating a few weeks so it won’t be anytime soon.” I’m finally able to settle down a bit and grin back at him.
“Well if he’s sharing you with the world after only a few weeks then I give it a month tops before he pops the question.” All I can do is stare at him incredulously. “Care to make a wager?”
I can’t help the look of exasperation on my face, “Wager? You want me to place a bet on whether or not billionaire Ian Hale will ask me to marry him?”
“Oh no, Lorali…not if but when.” He stands and leaves me flabbergasted and unable to think, but I still can’t help the smirk on my face, that seems to have no intention of leaving anytime soon.
Crap! I forgot to ask him for time off next week so I decide to shoot him an email. He responds almost immediately telling me to spend as much time as I can with Ian. Ugh! Seriously? What editor worth their weight uses a winky face in an email?
***
The apartment is quiet when I get home from work and I use the opportunity to grab a glass of wine and head to the bathroom for a long soak in the tub to attempt one more time to ease some of the tension in my muscles. I make sure to have my phone with me because I don’t want to miss a call or text from Ian.
The tub fills and I breathe deep, taking in the scent of the lavender bubble bath that I generously poured into the water. I slide in, the extreme heat of the water causing an initial burn. My body adjusts quickly and I’m in heaven as my sore muscles absorb the radiant heat and release all signs of distress.
“Want some company?” I snap my head up and see Ian leaning in the door frame, the longing in his eyes like it’s been years since he’s had his hands on me, rather than the ten hours it’s actually been. I was almost late for work this morning because I couldn’t manage to leave him last night.
“Always,” I offer, running my hand over the top layer of dissipating bubbles.
He makes fast work of removing his clothes and in minutes he’s slid his gorgeous body behind mine, fitting me between his thighs. Just the closeness of our naked bodies has him rock hard behind my back.
“I was thinking about work, driving home and somehow ended up here instead of there.” His velvet tongue sweeps out on my shoulder, licking and kissing my fevered skin.
“Mmm,” I moan at the sensation of his fingers brushing light strokes over my stomach. “I’m glad you got lost on your way home.”
“Not lost, baby. Found. Your body is like a magnet to mine, it seems to gravitate to you. I’m unable to resist the pull.” His teeth clamp on my ear and I hiss at the sensation.
He pulls my lobe through his teeth, releasing it. “That’s my second most favorite sound.”
“Really?” I whisper. “What’s your most favorite?” His hand has found my breast, his fingers rolling my hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
He leans in close and I can feel his warm breath over my wet shoulder, causing goose bumps to pop up over all my exposed skin. “The gasp you make when I slam into you on the first thrust.”
I moan and close my eyes, imagining him thrusting into me now, my thighs clenching together to try to abate the heat that’s building at their apex. His hands go back to caressing my stomach and I do my best to calm my hormones.
“Yours?” He asks.
“Favorite sound?”
“Well I guess just your favorite thing about me.” He says against my shoulder.
“Are you fishing for compliments?” I smirk and turn my head so I can get a better look at his face.
“No, but I want to know what you like so I can make sure I do it all the time.” Man, he’s smooth.
“Well, my favorite sound is the contented hum you make in your sleep when I cuddle further against you.” I trail my fingers up and down his legs beside my hips. “My ultimate favorite things about you though, are those amazing fucking dimples.”
He chuckles, the shaking of his chest vibrating against my back.
“What’s so funny about that?” I look back at him indignantly.
“Of all the things I have to offer you. You like my dimples?”
“Uh-un.” I turn my body so I’m flush against him, his hard cock resting against my center. “I don’t like your dimples.” I say as I plant a kiss on each one. “I love
them.” I kiss his mouth and rock my hips back, taking him inside of me. It’s his turn to gasp at the sudden heat of my core wrapped around him. “Mmm, but that sound is up there very high on the list.”
He wraps his arms around me and controls my movements along his shaft. We do our best at first to keep the splashing in the tub at a minimum but once our bodies take over and our minds take a backseat, there’s more water on the floor than in the tub when we climax together. I can’t help but smile against his chest relishing in the sublimity of this entire relationship with him.
“Did you break into my apartment?” I ask him against his chest, too tired to lift my head to gauge his response.
“No, breaking and entering is not one of the crimes I’m guilty of.” My body tenses against his, a coldness settling over my body. “Josie was making her way in when I was heading up the stairs, she let me in.”
I nod my head, trying to keep the sinking feeling from settling in my bones. “Lucky me.” I whisper against his chest.
***
I do my best to rid my chest of the sinking feeling I have from Ian’s words, so when he asks to stay with me I relented, knowing I’d sleep so much better with him here than I ever would alone; even with my mind running a million miles an hour trying to decipher what he meant about his guilt in criminal activity.
I all but forget about it when he tells me that he has plans to take me away late on Friday, informing me we’ll not return until the following Sunday. Nine days straight with this man! I might as well place an order with the medical supply company for a wheelchair. I laugh at the thought but squeeze my thighs together and smile when all I feel is a mild ache, knowing my body is growing accustomed to his overuse.
Ian left early Wednesday morning. He had to run back to his house for a change of clothes since he hadn’t been prepared to stay with me. Shortly after he left I noticed a small box on my dresser. Opening it up I was shocked to find a heart shaped key ring with his house key dangling from it. Holy Shit! He keyed me! The note tucked in the bottom of the box reads: See you at my house this evening. Pack a bag and plan to stay a few nights. I can’t stand to be away from you.
