Losing Control(60)

I suck on his tongue hungrily, feeling the ache renew itself between my legs. His hands are at the waistband of my panties, pushing them downward as I struggle with his buttons.

“You wear too many damn clothes,” I cry, wrenching my mouth from his. In frustration, I pull the shirt apart and a few of the buttons fly off, making tiny pings as they hit the cement floor. With some effort and help from Ian, we unfasten the rest.

Then there’s nothing but flesh against flesh. I climb up his body like a pole dancer and wrap my legs around his waist. He turns and the cool stone wall is smooth against my back. I dig my nails into his shoulders to gain leverage. The hard length of his erection rubs against my bare pussy and nearly sets me off again.

His mouth is ravaging me and I open my own wider to receive every inch of his kiss. We kiss each other thoroughly, tongues delving into every recess, teeth nipping and biting at each other. He wrenches his mouth away and leaves a wet trail along my jaw and down the column of my neck.

Behind my ear he finds a spot that makes me sob and convulse, so he sets to it, alternately sucking and biting until I’m mindlessly grinding against him. My hands clutch his head.

“Now, I want you now,” I cry. But instead of acceding to my demands, he cradles my ass in his palms and lifts me off his cock.

“Not again!” I punch him in the back, furious that he’s going to leave me wanting, that he’s going to pull away once again.

Gruffly, he nips at my shoulder. “Damned if I’m going to have my first time with you up against the door. I can wait a minute.” He climbs the stairs, still holding me. “And so can you.”

I don’t feel like waiting. I want him too much, so I reach between us and palm his erection. It jumps in my hand and swells. “You don’t feel like you want to wait.”

“You’re going to kill me.” He angles his head toward mine, and I take up the invitation to kiss him again. I’m ravenous and he’s the only thing that will satisfy me.

Wrapping my arms around his head and hooking my ankles around his back, I continue to kiss him as he walks me up the stairs, across the long, open living space, and up another flight. His effortless strength is making me breathless—that and how his bobbing cock rubs against me with nearly every step. It’s a tantalizing tease, a light brush, but it’s enough to make me wetter than a fire hydrant on the fourth of July.

He walks down a hallway overlooking the main floor until we arrive at the second door. He doesn’t bother to turn on the lights but instead throws me on the huge bed. I have a glimpse of navy blue beneath me before my entire vision is filled with Ian.

My mouth waters when I see his nude body illuminated by the night sky. Skylights, two of them, dot the ceiling.

“You’re so beautiful,” I say reverently as he stands fully nude, his magnificent cock arrowing directly upward.

“That’s my line.” He pulls the thick length so that it’s perpendicular to his body and begins to stroke it. My mouth waters in response and I get onto my knees to reach for him. He has other ideas. He pushes me backward until I’m lying on my back crossways on the bed. His eyes burn into me as he stands like a conqueror ready to avail himself of the spoils of war. But he doesn’t fall on me with hurried roughness. Oh no. He decides to take his time.

One hand wraps around an ankle and he carefully unbuckles the shoe before tossing it aside. The position of my leg in the air exposes my core and he takes a moment to stare at my center with undisguised lust. “Yes, you’re the beautiful one,” he says and reaches out a long arm to swipe two fingers up the outside of my pussy.

I jerk toward him, wanting a deeper, firmer, stronger touch, but he draws back. Resting my now bare foot on his shoulder he kisses up my ankle. Whatever rush he was in before has passed. The time has allowed him to gather his vaunted self-control. I have none. Nor do I want to have any. Why would I want control here?

His deft fingers unbuckle the other shoe. He lifts my foot to his mouth and runs his tongue along the top, stopping to suck on the ball of my ankle and then the tender Achilles tendon. I cry out, not realizing I even had an erogenous zone there. He chuckles and repeats the action on my other ankle. Is it possible to come from having your ankle sucked?

He trails kisses up my legs, behind my knees and then pulls me to the edge of the bed and kneels between my thighs. With my legs dangling over his shoulders, he places both hands under my ass and lifts me to his mouth like I’m a buffet of sexual delight. He begins tonguing me languorously. Over and over, he places the broad flat of his tongue against my pussy and licks from front to back. Anxiously, I try to get him to penetrate me with his tongue or fingers or anything. I need him inside me.