by S. M. Lynn
“Well, I’ve never gone without one. And this is going to sound bad but don’t dwell on it right now, I do get checked every six months.”
The time for talking is over. We both know what we want and we are going to take it. His finger starts pumping in and out of me again. His thumb rubbing my clit in small circles. He slips in another finger and I feel the sensations start to build low in my stomach. “Ah Ian, I want you.”
“Patience, we have all night and I want to see you come undone for me.” With those words my orgasm rips through me, my pussy tightens around his fingers, which continue to pump until the tremors stop. “You are incredible.” He says pulling me toward him and claiming my mouth hard.
I moan into his kiss. “Oh god, Ian!” Then his mouth is gone; I feel sadness for a moment but that feeling is gone soon enough as his mouth clamps down over my nipple, heating up my core once more and making me wet for him. His mouth travels to the other breast where he licks and sucks until I am writhing on the bed beneath him.
“Hmm. You like that, huh?”
“Yes, Ian, oh god yes!” I’m having an out of body experience and I’m not sure how much more I can take. His head continues down my stomach kissing, sucking and nipping at my skin all the way. Then his skilled tongue finds my clit and gives it a few light flicks. “Ah, god!” I scream; I can’t help it. I feel like I’m going to split in two; the sensation is so intense. And then his tongue enters me. He pulls back for a moment and I shudder at the sudden loss of his mouth. “Your pussy is so small and tight; I’m really going to enjoy thrusting my tongue in there.” And he drops his head back down and does just that. I feel his tongue thrusting in and out of me. That familiar pressure grows higher and higher. When his thumb begins the small circles over my clit again, I’m lost. The orgasm barrels through me like an avalanche, absolutely unstoppable. I throb and tremble and it shows no sign of stopping. His finger stills and he brings his mouth up to mine letting me taste myself while giving me some time to recover.
“Are you ready, gorgeous? Once we go here, you’re mine. No going back. You sure this is what you want?”
“Ian,” I whimper. “I want you. Now. In me.” The words come out in breathless pants; I’m starting to feel the exhaustion of our efforts and the day of travel wash over me. Then he positions himself at my weeping opening and I’m pulled back from sleep, very aware as he gives me what I’ve asked for. He thrusts in hard and sharp. “Ah god, you’re huge.”
“Oh, I will never get tired of hearing that,” he laughs. I try to move my hips but he pins them down with his. “Just a minute, sweetheart. I wasn’t joking when I said you’re small and tight. Just let me fill you up for a moment and get used to it before we really start moving.” He’s filling me all right. I thought from the initial thrust that he was all the way in but he presses forward some more. Shit, how much more does he have to go? As if reading my mind, he says “Just a little further. Is this okay?”
“Ah, Ian, god, fuck.” My language is disintegrating, my brain no longer able to connect to my mouth.
“Again something I’ll never get tired of hearing.” Then he starts to move and I mean really move. His cock pulsing in me as he pulls it in and out, dragging it across my sensitive flesh. The sensation of skin on skin is amazing. He lowers down to his elbows and takes my breast in his mouth, licking circles around the nipple before sucking it into his mouth. He pumps into me with harder, faster strokes. I cannot believe the sensations that are building in body again. Holy shit! Three orgasms in one night is all I can think as I feel my muscles contract and I prepare for what’s coming.
“Ah Ian, so good, fuck.”
Apparently his brain and mouth are having trouble too because his response is “Fuck Celeste. Oh fuck.” And with those words, I explode around him. My already tight opening squeezing him further tipping him over the edge and he spills his cum in me. The warm sensation filling me up.
“That was…” But there are no words for what that was.
He looks down at me. “You are mine. Now that I have touched, tasted and fucked this pussy, I don’t plan to ever let you go.”
While three years ago, possessive words and actions sent me running. This time I can tell they are coming from a place of love. This man can have me. I want nothing more than to give myself to him over and over again. I doubt I’ll ever tire of him. It’s with those thoughts that I drift off into the most peaceful sleep I’ve had in three years.
Sometime later I am woken by two large hands wrapped around my hips, lifting them from the bed. A sudden panic fills me before I process the scene. Though my brain is still sleepy, I feel Ian position himself at my opening. “Woman, you’re killing me. You’re already soaking.” He says as he plunges into me. “Were you dreaming of me?” I give him a satisfied moan and nod in response. “Only me.” He whispers as he withdraws and plunges in over and over. Already I feel my orgasm building so I push back against him. His hands around my hips pull me back harder and he crashes into me. Then he takes one hand around to find my breast and play with the nipple.
He begins to move faster but still with punishing hard strokes to my core. ‘I love you’; the words rattle around in my brain. I’m not entirely sure where they came from, only I hope that I haven’t said them out loud. A few more strokes against my sensitive walls and I am lost in sensation. My pussy pulsating around him, gripping him and then he is lost too, spilling himself inside me.
Chapter 11
“Ms. Brooks?” I hear Ian calling from the dining room. Shit, did he just say... No, I smile and roll over thinking about last night. “Ms. Brooks, do you ever plan to leave my bed?” Crap, his voice sounds serious and agitated. I can’t imagine what has brought on this sudden change. Though last time he slept with me, he was gone before I woke up. Since we’re on this trip together sharing this suite, there’s no way he could do that now. But after everything… That little voice of insecurity is doing nothing to help me now. Jumping up, I realize I don’t have any clothes in here except the robe I had on after my shower last night. Well, it will have to do. I pick it up, tying the belt tight around my waist and walk out to the dining room.
“Ah, Ms. Brooks, so glad you could join me. I ordered us breakfast. We need to eat and then there are some things that we need to discuss.” His tone is completely business-like though he’s sitting there in nothing but some loose fitting pajama bottoms. My skin prickles at his words and I feel like something is suddenly gone very wrong. An ominous feeling washes over me.
I don’t understand how after last night but this Ian is very much like the one that appeared in the limo just seconds after our kiss. Well, if there are things we need to discuss, I’m certainly not going to being doing it while he is fucking shirtless. My anger is starting to take over. Without a word I turn and walk back into his room; after riffling through a couple of his drawers I find a t-shirt. I walk back out and promptly throw it in his face.
He picks up the shirt, gives it a look and then looks at me.
“If we are going to talk then you need to put some clothes on.” I say my tone flat and harsh.
“Why, sweetheart? Is this all,” he gestures to his firm chest and rock solid abdomen, “just too distracting for you? What would you say if I went in your room and went through your drawers because I happen to know that underneath that robe is the softest skin I have ever touched?” His tone is slightly more playful now but I can’t tell what’s going on in his head. The light smile fades from his face and is replaced by the stoic look he had when I first came out of the bedroom. “Sit, eat, then we need to talk.”
I push my breakfast around my plate for a little while; taking a few bites. He hasn’t said anything else, just staring at me in between the small bites he’s been taking. I’m not even sure if he knows what he’s eating at this point because his eyes never leave my body. Growing uncomfortable under his intense stare, I rise and walk over to the couch. My mind is immediately in the worst possible place. He thinks it wa
s a mistake; it really was all a mistake, him telling me about the interviews; me telling him about lying to him before but especially him making love to me again. I guess he is living up to his playboy rep and really did just want in my pants. I hang my head in my hands. I refuse to cry anymore over this man and I will definitely not cry in front of him. Feeling my resolve strengthen, I feel him come and sit next to me.
“So Ms. Brooks, last night was… interesting.” Interesting? Not at all the word I would use for last night. Earth moving, shattering, best sex in the history of the world? Definitely! But interesting? No, not what I would call it at all.
“Ian, is everything all right? Are you having second thoughts about what we did?” I can’t keep the sadness out of my voice at the thought of him seeing this all as yet another mistake. My eyes begin to well up despite my earlier efforts and promise not to do this in front of him. I feel a hand reach out and pull one of mine from my face but I still can’t bear to look up at him for fear of what I will see.
“Ms. Brooks, I would prefer to look you in the eye while we have this conversation.” He reaches for my other hand but I turn my whole body from him. I am seriously considering jumping up and running to my room and locking the door. But he’s blocking my escape, sitting between my bedroom door and me.
“Sweetheart?” I hear his voice soften as he tentatively says the word. He melts my heart with his endearment but I don’t think I can take another crack in it. One more break and I’ll be ruined forever.
“Please, Celeste,” he says taking both my hands in one of his and using the other to lift my chin so he can find my eyes. “Your eyes are most the glorious green I’ve ever seen. I watch them change with all your moods toward me. The gold flecks in them seem to flare when you’re angry, they dim slightly when you’re frustrated, and when you’re happy the sparkle in them rivals the most perfect emerald. But the way they look right now is something I could go the rest of my life without ever seeing again. I’m sorry, angel. Please say you’ll forgive me once again. I was just teasing earlier but you were making it so easy and then I took it too far. I can see that I have given real cause to worry and upset you.”
Joking, he was fucking joking with me all morning. “Oh Ian, I… Why… How could…” Great now I’ve lost the ability to form sentences, I can’t believe he would do this. After everything we have suffered through for the last 3 months, how could he ever think this would be funny? “Ian,” finally recovering my voice, “I just don’t understand how you could possibly think this would be funny? I have spent the last three months miserable, looking forward to work each day because that would mean that I would get some time with you even though I thought you would never feel about me the way I feel about you. And if I am to believe you, from your confession last night, you have been living in much the same way. Yet you think that is funny?”
His hands run through his inky black hair. “Shit, Celeste,” he says taking his hands from his hair and pulling me into his lap. “I didn’t even think you would take this seriously. I thought last night I made it very clear how I feel about you. Please,” he trails kisses down my neck. “Please, love, I need you to know that we aren’t going back there. We’re moving forward together. There’s no other way for me. Just forward with you.”
His words burn into my heart, helping to heal some of the crack which has grown over the last 3 months. If I wasn’t already in his arms, I would have thrown myself there. “Celeste, I realize it was cruel and I’m sorry. I want to be with you in everyway possible and only you.” With that his hand slips between the sides of the robe to find my wet core. “Oh, how is it that you are always so ready for me?” He slips a finger inside and promptly withdraws it, bringing my juices to his lips and licking them off. “You are so perfect.” His hand returns to my slick folds and now he has two fingers running in and out of me. “Celeste,” he captures my eyes and the look I see in his in return is dead serious, “you are mine. Do you understand? I don’t share; I won’t share. This,” he continues to run his fingers in and out of me, pumping them a little harder and faster now, “belongs to me. There will be no one else, ever.” He releases the word on a growl as his lips attack my neck. “Sweetheart, please tell me you understand? All of this, all of you is mine now and I don’t plan to ever let you go.”
My mind is in such a state; his words and his hand and “Ah, Ian, yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I understand,” I yell out as his thumb finds my clit and he pushes me over the edge. He kisses me as I come down from my orgasm, whispering things against my lips. “Ian, I want to tell you now when I am not, uh, otherwise occupied that I understand.” My gaze captures his, “And more than that, yes, I’m all yours. At the same time, you must also know that I won’t share you either and I won’t allow us to be kept a secret, like we are doing something wrong.” He looks confused so I continue, “I know that we must maintain our professional relationship along side our growing personal one and it probably won’t be easy. But just like you want all of me, I want all of you without having to give up my dreams in the process.”
“Celeste, you’ve had all of me since I watched you dancing that night. I knew in the moment that I saw you that I was totally lost and you know what? I have no desire to ever be found. I want to stay lost in you forever, sweetheart.”
With that, he picks me up and carries me through his room into his bathroom. He sets me down on the counter and turns on all the jets in the enormous shower saving the rainfall head for last. When they’re all on and the water is the proper temperature, he strips the robe from my body. After he removes his pants, he carries me into the shower. I’ve never had anyone take this kind of care with me before. With Ian, there’s nothing I want to do more than just wrap myself around him and never let go. So that’s exactly what I do and he takes me once again right there in the shower with the water washing over our bodies.
Chapter 12
After we finally finish our shower and get dressed, Ian and I sit in the living room and go through the meeting schedule. In addition to several site visits and meeting with potential investors, there are several client meetings that he needs to have while we’re here. “Oh Celeste, I almost forgot; Saturday night I’ve been invited to the Royal London Hospital’s Charity Ball and I’d like you to attend with me. Also I’m hoping we can clear enough time on the schedule for you and me to do some sightseeing. I’m sure there are many things that you would like to see besides the inside of the office and the conference room.” He says with a smile.
“Ian, um, I’m sorry… I just… I didn’t think… Well, I didn’t bring anything to wear to a formal event. I didn’t see any on the schedule and I must have missed the invitation. Did they send over a guest list? Who are you planning to meet with?”
“Sweetheart, you didn’t miss anything. The invitation was delivered just now while you were getting dressed. The organizer just found out I would be in town during the charity ball and had it personally sent over with their apologies for not getting it to me sooner. But I don’t think you understand what I said. This is not a work event, Celeste. Yes, I’m sure there will be people there that I’ll want to speak with but this is a date, not work.”
“Oh,” finally understanding what he’s expecting from Saturday night, “but I still didn’t pack anything suitable.”
“Have you forgotten who my mother is, love? She was so very happy to have dressed you for our first event together and when I called her after receiving the invitation, she was more than happy to send a sampling of dresses in your size and tailored to you, sent over.”
I opened my mouth to protest, knowing the cost of those dresses and if they are tailored for me that means I am more than likely the only one that can wear them. “No, no, I don’t want to hear it. She has already put them on my account. And I know from her enthusiasm that one of the dresses she personally designed for you.” Personally designed, good lord, she would have to have been working on it for months. How
could she possibly know? That woman is a giant question mark for me. “So when they arrive choose the one you want for Saturday and I’ll have the rest of them sent back to your apartment. Oh, and before you come up with any more excuses for me not to take you out, she’s sending anything else you could possibly need to wear with and under the dresses as well.”
“Ian, you are too much. If I didn’t lov… appreciate you so much I would tell you right where you could stuff those dresses. But I do LOVE your mother’s designs. She’s very talented.” I say in hopes that my diversion would lessen his notice of my slip of the tongue.
“Anything for you, sweetheart. I’m looking forward to having a whole night with you and letting everyone know that you’re mine.” Ian’s face lights up with genuine happiness and he gives me his panty-dropping smile. Well, you don’t need to ask me twice, I think as I close the distance between us and run my fingers through his hair.
“Why, Ms. Brooks, are you trying to seduce me?” he leans forward, giving me a kiss. Oh no, you don’t; this will not be just a brush of your lips for me. I fist my hands in his hair and pull his mouth in hard running my tongue over his bottom lip. I refuse to release him until I have tasted my fill. With a groan, he opens his mouth and his tongue finds mine. Pulling back breathlessly, he says “Sweetheart, as much as I would love to take you right here on this sofa or any other surface in this room for that matter, we really do need to get into the office sometime today. And if I start now, I won’t be able to stop feasting on you until tomorrow.” I’m pouting. Go ahead feast on me, I don’t mind really; I think to myself. But we’re here to work and while our personal relationship, physically anyway, is developing quite quickly we have other commitments we need to keep as well.
“Okay,” I put on my best pouting lips and give him a longing look. “I understand and I suppose we do need to work some while we’re here.”
