"God, yes." I was so thrilled my heart felt ready to burst. In my heart. It was more than I could hope for. He wanted me. Body and soul. Blood pumped through my veins quickly, hotly as if my heart would burst. It was. With love for Ian.
"That's the last thing you said to me," I told him.
He shook his head. "That wasn't us, not really. We can be sad for what happened to them, but I think we owe it to them to do it right this time, to spend the rest of our lives together. I mean the next fifty years or so."
I quirked an eyebrow. "You don't have any stalker ex-girlfriends, do you? Women scorned?"
He laughed and shook his head. "Let's let them go. Leave them in the past, all right?"
Wiping the tears from my eyes, I replied, "Yes. All right."
Stroking a finger over my cheek, he said, "If I remember correctly, while you weren't a slut, you were a naughty girl." He grinned at me, his lips wet from the kisses, his lids lowered with eager desire.
I bit my lip, remembering all the things he'd done to me because I'd been so naughty. "I was," I agreed, letting the past slip from me. Reveling in having Ian—my Ian—in front of me.
"Just for me," he added. There was a touch of dominance, a hint of that alpha male in there that had my panties soaked.
"Oh yes, just for you."
Curling my palm around the back of his neck, I pulled his head down. Kissing him. Like I'd never kissed before. I poured my soul… and heart into it with everything I had. I gave over to him completely. Nothing held back. I could bare my soul, give up my heart to Ian and he'd protect it. Keep it safe. Nurture it. Love it.
"Bedroom." His tongue dipped in again. "Now." He angled his head. "Upstairs."
Somehow we made it up the steps as our fingers groped and tangled trying to undo buttons, zippers, belt buckles. By the time we'd made it to Ian's bedroom, I had my shirt off, my jeans unzipped and one shoe off. Ian yanked his tee shirt up and over his head.
I was able to run my hands over his all-too-familiar chest. The one I longed for over the weeks of separation. My head lowered to it, my tongue ran over the warm skin, the springy hairs. Ian's rugged and familiar scent once again overwhelmed me, visions of our encounter in Scotland appeared before my closed eyelids. His hard body glistening with sweat from exertion, flickering gold in the candlelight. A lock of hair falling over his brow. Jaw clenched, holding his desire in, then unleashing it on me in the most primal way possible.
Stomach muscles tightened beneath my mouth. Ian's lungs filled with air, chest expanded. I swirled my tongue over one of his nipples and heard him groan, felt it. I smiled at the power I had over him.
I couldn't keep my hands off of his body. My palms touched his smooth skin, ran up his sides and across his broad back all the while I kissed and licked his body. Dropping to my knees, I dipped my tongue in his navel, swirled once before moving lower, following the trail of hair that led me to the front of his pants. My fingers worked at the button and zipper of his jeans, pushing them down over his lean hips along with his boxers. His cock sprang free. It stood ready and erect, only inches from my mouth. Thick and hard, the skin dark and smooth, his cock was all I could hope for. Remembered. And then some. My pussy clenched in anticipation. So did my ass. Where would he make love to me first?
I licked my lips when a pearly drop of fluid seeped from the tip. There hadn't been time in Scotland to suck Ian's cock, to pull the seed from his balls and taste it. I longed for the flavor of him on my tongue. The wait was over.
I licked the pre-cum from him, the spicy taste of him awakening my taste buds. I couldn't help the satisfied moan that came from my throat. I licked at the flared head as if it were an ice cream cone.
"Lexy," he growled.
Just my name spoken in such a guttural way was all I needed to continue. Opening my mouth wide, I took all of his cock. Deep. The head was wide and touched the back of my throat, the silky length of him spreading my lips.
"Jesus Christ, woman. Don't you have a gag reflex?"
I'd never considered it before, but it was easy to take him deep. It was hard to breathe, but I concentrated on swallowing, which pulled the head of his cock to the back of my throat. I kept him there for a second or two, then pulled back just enough to take another breath. Cupping his hefty balls, I squeezed them gently.
I glanced up at him and he was watching me.
"I love seeing my cock stretch those pretty lips wide. I love seeing you take me so deep."
Happiness coursed through me knowing I was pleasing him. It was a position of subservience, on my knees before him and servicing him. I didn't feel the least bit degraded. In fact, it was very powerful. Ian was completely at my mercy. Soon enough, he'd take me to bed—hopefully!—and then he'd be the dominant one. For now, I'd make his knees buckle.