As I worked his cock in and out of my damp, hot mouth, I grasped the base, although my fingers couldn't close all the way around him. I pumped my hand as I lifted and lowered my head, stopping to lick around the sensitive ridge of the head, then darted my tongue against the small hole at the top before taking him deep once more. He was hot and silky soft, yet as hard as that ivory dildo he'd given me.
Ian's voice was ragged when he swore like a lonely sailor. His hands moved to the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair as he showed me how deep he wanted to go, how fast. I quickly learned how he liked it best when I sucked hard, working to pull the seed from his body and sensed when he was about to come. I felt his balls tighten, his cock harden even further in my mouth.
"Don't stop, Lexy. Shit. Take it. Swallow it all down."
The hand at the back of my head pushed me onto his cock even deeper. All at once he cried out his release as I felt the spurts of hot cum shoot down my throat. Swallowing, I took all he had to offer until he was spent. Pulling back, I wiped a spot of cum from the corner of my mouth as I glanced up at Ian, licking my lips. "Salty. Sweet. I love your taste."
He took a step back and peeled off his pants and boxers that had been hanging below his hips to stand naked before me. The look, the primitive caveman glint in his eye, made my nipples tighten. Predatory, dangerous. "Your turn."
Hoisting me up by the shoulders, he all but tossed me across his bed. The remainder of my clothes were shed in an instant, tossed at random to the floor.
As he looked down at me, taking in my body, he said, "I remember how you taste. Your skin is silky soft, the scent of it like flowers." He stroked his palm down between my breasts and over my belly, then lower. "And here, your pussy tastes like honey. Your cream was hot on my tongue."
As Ian spread my legs wide, I could do no more than grab handfuls of comforter and hang on. He moved and settled between my thighs, his dark head lowering to hover just over my pussy. His warm breath fanned the sensitive flesh. "You're dripping wet," he commented.
"Yes!" I cried.
"I haven't even touched you yet."
Shifting my hips, I called out his name, begging for it.
I suddenly felt his tongue on my clit, sliding over my slit, once, then again, before dipping into my core, lapping at my essence. I'd been wet ever since his hand first touched the ring. My body had been ready for his, eager for it. It was my turn to cry out. I couldn't help but buck off the bed. Large hands clamped about my hips to hold me in place, to keep my clit right where he wanted it. Beneath his mouth.
He gently worked my pussy, playing it like he would an instrument, pulling sounds of pleasure from me like a maestro. Instead of wringing a climax from me as I had for him, he stopped just before the brink, before the waves broke over me and carried me away.
"What? Ian... give it to me."
He grinned at me, his mouth and chin slick with my arousal. "I love it when you beg. You want more, baby?"
I nodded. "Yes!"
"You want my cock?"
I glanced down and saw that he was hard again, even after coming in my mouth just a short time ago. He would always be hard for me.
I let my head fall back to the bed. "Oh, God," I moaned.
Spreading my legs impossibly wider, he aligned himself then slid into me in one sure stroke. Deep. I felt full, so complete.
"Yes!" I cried, hooking my legs behind his back.
Ian groaned. "Right here." His breath fanned my neck. "This is where I belong. God, I never knew."
Yes, this was where he belonged, buried deep within me, merging our two beings into one. Mates. For all eternity.
He started to move within me, pulling his cock almost out, the head stretching my pussy lips wide, then plunging deep as he kissed and sucked at the sensitive skin on my neck. It took three strokes and I came.
My release took me to a place I'd never been, felt pleasure never before experienced, not even with the Scottish Ian. Sweat broke out across my skin all the while my fingers and toes went numb. Color danced behind my eyelids as the intense feelings spread from my clit to my nipples, from there to every nerve ending in my entire being. No place in my body was left untouched. Even my heart burst, overflowing with love that pulsed through my veins.
Unlike the time in Scotland where our fucking was eagerly listened to by a roomful of clansmen, there was no reason to remain quiet. Even if Ian put his hand over my mouth again to stifle the sound, would it truly work?
His release was brought on by my pussy as it clenched his cock, milking more cum from his balls. Arching his back, he drove deep on a groan, then collapsed atop me, holding himself up on his elbows.
I felt Ian's ragged breath in the crook of my neck, against my ear. Wrapping my arms about his sweaty back, I held on to him, wanting to stay just as we were. Forever. Replete, sated and oh so happy.