We’ve been intimate, but not like this. Those three little words hang in the air and embrace us both.
“Christ,” he says, the word a prayer, “you’re perfect.“
The fire crackles as I move to undo the button on his pants. His hand stills my fumbling fingers.
“Are you sure?” he asks, closing his eyes. “Don’t—” When he opens them, they are trained on me. “Don’t do it because you think it’s what I want. I want you so bad, Harlow.” His words are low and growled. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve imagined this, how many times I’ve fucked my hand, imagining it’s you.” He closes his eyes again and rests his forehead against mine. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down. “I just...I just want you to be sure. There’s no coming back from this, not for me.”
“Ian...” I feather a kiss across his closed mouth. His fists ball at his sides as he stands there, waiting for my reply. “I want this. I want you. I’m positive. I’ve never been more—”
“Fuck,” he growls, tugging me into his arms and slamming his mouth down onto mine before ripping his lips away to feather kisses across my neck and bare shoulder. Little fireworks pop along my skin.
I wrap my arms around him, holding tight, my breasts flattening against his chest. He helps me with my jeans, kicking off my boots and shoving off my socks, and then his pants and boots are next. I giggle as I trip over a sock and fall against him. He is so sure in his movements, yet I notice the slight tremble in his hands.
We stand there, naked in front of each other, his cock rock hard and long. The thick head bobs against my belly.
He reaches for his jeans on the floor and pulls a condom out of his wallet. He holds it like a quarter between two knuckles.
“You don’t have to use that on my account,” I say, swallowing the knot clogging my throat. “My mom took me to get the pill after last time…” I let the sentence trail off. “They did the…an exam and everything, so I am”—Shit. What’s the word I’m looking for?—“healthy.”
Ian chuckles, and I realize I’ve used the wrong word. “I’m clean too. The old man couldn’t have his name marred by a son known for passing around the clap, so he makes get an exam and a blood draw every month.”
My eyes go wide. “Every month?”
He nods. “I told him I hadn’t slept with anyone since summer, but either he doesn’t believe me or he likes knowing that every few weeks someone judges my junk and stabs me in my arm.”
I must look horrified because he says, "Harlow, can we talk about anything else right now besides my father?”
“How about we don’t talk?” I offer.
He smiles, and it’s entirely wicked. “Oh, sweetness, you’re going to talk all right when you scream my name.”
Holy shit.
I launch myself at him, and he rocks back on his heels with the blow, before wrapping his arms around my ass and picking me up so that my legs intertwine around his back. His cock presses right at my entrance, and we both moan.
He carries me down a dark hall to a bedroom. He turns on the lamp before he sits me on the bed, and I lay down, melting into the soft sheets. He takes a moment and just stands there, completely naked, staring at me.
“What are you doing?” I ask. I am not super shy, but I feel the blood rushing to my cheeks.
“Memorizing the way you look in my bed.” He says the words matter-of-factly, but the throb between my legs takes it as an invitation, so I spread them, letting my knees fall open.
“Fuck,” he growls, grabbing his dick and rubbing himself head to shaft. His eyes are glossy, and I don’t think he even knows he’s doing it. “I’m going to ruin you, baby.”
He grins wickedly, and then he’s on top of me, his head buried between my legs, devouring me. He licks and laves, feasting wildly, until I tremble beneath him.
“Ian!” I cry out as he nips at my clit. He lifts his head just for a moment, my wetness glistening on his face, and growls, “I am going to tongue-fuck you until you come for me, sweetness, and then when you’re still coming down, I’m going to fuck you until we both can’t walk.”
Oh. My. Go—
Then he is on me again, my thighs quivering as his tongue slides across me, over my clit, and then inside me.
I arch, rubbing against him, helpless as my fingers claw at the comforter. He moans, a purely guttural sound of pleasure, and continues to feast on me like a starving man at a buffet.
I whimper and my legs try to shut, desperate to do something...anything. He clamps a hand down on each of my knees and pins me down as he runs his tongue down the length of me and back up again before taking my clit into his mouth and beginning to suck.
Sparks of white light explode behind my eyes as warmth unfurls in my belly and explodes outward. I breathe in the heady aroma of him and my sex and the wood burning in the fireplace as I convulse, crying out.
He climbs on top of me and doesn’t hesitate. His hands pin mine to the bed, our fingers intertwining. His lips collide into mine with the grace of a car wreck, and he plunges into me, earning another wordless cry from my mouth.
He’s so big and hard and God it feels so good to have him there, throbbing slightly inside of me.
“Ian,” I mewl, wrapping my legs around him as I try to pull him deeper.
He doesn’t say a word. Instead, he goes completely still, his head hung low, his hair falling into his eyes.
He meets my stare and asks, “Are you ready for this?”
A chuckle slips past my
