Too Broken(47)

Crawling slowly back in between my legs, I moan again. The mere sight of  him, muscles rippling, erection stiff and begging for my touch, has my  inner muscles clenching and my arousal dripping down my folds.

Dying for some friction, I reach up to pull him towards me but he  resists, instead taking both my hands in one of his and pinning my arms  above my head. He hovers there over me, the only place our bodies  touching are at my wrists and the inside of my thighs where they come  into contact with his. I want to close them, to provide some pressure  for my aching clit, but his legs prohibit that. I writhe with longing  for him and he smiles down at me, his infuriating smirk that lets me  know he is perfectly aware of how badly I want him.

He leans down, lightly brushing his lips over mine. I raise my head,  trying to force a deeper kiss and he pulls back, his eyes hot and  teasing.

"Dammit, Ian," I growl, too aroused to find his playing fun. "Fuck me!" I demand.

That smirk continues to dance around his lips. "Oh, I plan to  Sweetheart. Be patient," he says before licking slowly from my collar  bone up to my earlobe, where he begins sucking, sending jolts of  pleasure throughout my body.

"I'm not patient!" I practically yell at him.

He chuckles, moving to suck on my neck, threatening to give me a hickey.  "No, I suppose you aren't. Perhaps I'll have to teach you."

"Now is really not the time for a lesson!"

He chuckles again and finally lowers his hips to mine. Instantly, I begin thrusting up into him and I give a satisfied sigh.

"That better, Sweetheart?" he asks as he takes my nipple into his mouth, sliding the tip of his tongue back and forth across it.

"Mmm hmmm," I moan, unable to answer with words. I tug again at my  hands. I enjoy feeling pinned beneath him, totally at his mercy, but I  want to touch him. "Ian," I say, tugging my hands again so he knows what  I'm asking.

He relents, releasing my hands and moving both of his hands to my face,  supporting himself on his elbows. He strokes my face, my cheeks, my  forehead. He places gentle kisses on my eyelids and rubs his thumb  across my lower lip. I have known extreme passion with Ian, but this  tenderness is new. It is superb.

"I love you, Ian," I can't help but say. I regret it the moment it  escapes me. I don't want him to freak out, I don't want him to stop or  reconsider what we are doing. Avowals of love are probably not the  safest pillow talk at the moment.

Looking deeply into my eyes, he shocks me by saying, "I love you too, Kelli. With all that I am. I just wish that were enough."

I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. He just told me  he loves me. He's never said it before. He's talked around it, but  never actually said it. Tears of joy fill my eyes and start sliding down  the sides of my face.

"I know, Baby, I know," Ian says as he kisses them away. I can't be sure, but I believe there are tears in his eyes as well.

Drowning in emotion, I'm relieved when Ian begins licking his way down my body. Sex. Sex is safer than declarations of love.                       
       
           



       

He moves swiftly, clearly intent on his destination. Nestling  comfortably in between my thighs, his first full, long lick has my hands  flying to his head and entwining in his hair. He does it again, and  again, and my clit begins to throb and my muscles clench.

My breathing speeds up and I'm letting out little grunts on nearly every  exhale. He changes his technique, stiffening his tongue and moving it  left to right, following that with lazy circles around my pulsating nub.  I begin moving my hips but he growls and uses his large hands to push  my hips down into the mattress, restricting all movement. Without the  ability to move, I'm at his mercy.

"Oh god, Ian, please," I say, nearly weeping. I am so close, and he's playing with me.

He doesn't respond, just continues to lick me a hint too lightly to make  me come. I never thought I was a noisy lover, but I can't seem to shut  up right now. It feels so good that I'm moaning constantly, short  whimpers caught on an inhale, long groans on an exhale.

I close my eyes and bring my hands up to my nipples, twisting and  pulling, desperate to climax. The extra stimulation works, and within a  minute my orgasm finally breaks and I come loudly. My hands fly to the  bed as my body convulses, spasms rippling out and washing me with  tingling sensations. Ian is slow to stop and I quickly become over  sensitized to his ministrations. I push his head away and he kneels up  in between my legs.

I have never seen anything as magnificent in my entire life as the man I  love hot, erect, and clearly consumed with desire for me. I scurry to  my knees as well and grab his face for a kiss. He grunts when I reach  down and grab him, stroking between our bodies, and pushes away from me.

"Fuck," he says. "God fucking dammit!" He's pissed.

"What?" I cry, not understanding what's wrong.

"I don't have a fucking condom! Fucking hell!"

"Ian, I have an IUD, I'm covered," I say trying to capture his face with my hands.

"No, we need a condom," Ian says, getting off the bed and pacing.

"Why? Do you have an STD?" I ask, shocked.

"What?" he turns to look at me, confusion coloring his features. "No, I don't have an STD."

"Then we're good. I won't get pregnant," I say.

"It's not that. We still need … " He doesn't finish his sentence.

I sit back on my heels and look at him. I have no idea what this is  about, but clearly something is freaking him out and if I've learned  anything, it is that Ian deals with things in his own time. I'll wait  for him to work this out.

"It'll feel too … " he looks at me, fear having replaced the lust that had been there moments before.

"It'll feel too what, Baby?" I ask gently. I really have no idea what he's getting at.

"It'll feel too good. It'll be too intimate," he says sadly.

I raise up on my knees again and reach out for him. He comes to me  reluctantly. I give him a soft, sweet kiss, parting his lips with my  tongue and gently stroking his. I keep at it until I feel his body  soften, relaxing into mine and his tongue takes charge of the kiss.

Pulling back at that moment, I look into his eyes and whisper, "It's too  late for that Ian. So make love to me, Baby, I need you." I lay back on  the bed, my knees bent and spread wide open.

He looks at me and the hunger returns, replacing the fear. He falls  forward, catching himself before his body touches mine. Suspended above  me he slowly tilts his hips towards mine, the tip of his cock pressing  into my folds. A wave of heat washes over me and I shiver as my body  breaks out in a light sweat. My body remembers the feel of him inside me  and it craves the sensation. I begin bucking up into him, but as  always, he's determined to take this slowly, at his own pace, by his own  rules.

I take a deep breath and still myself. He smiles down at me. "See, I  knew I could teach you patience," he says before kissing me. I throw  myself into the kiss, but will my body to remain still. I don't succeed,  my hips slowly pushing up into his, but he doesn't stop. Instead, he  takes his hand and guides himself to my entrance. Pressing slowly, he  enters me and then stops.

He breaks our kiss and buries his face in my neck. He's only just inside  me, and I want all of him, now. But I know this is hard for him, so I  lie quietly under him. When he still hasn't moved after a minute, I  reach up and begin stroking the back of his neck, his shoulders, his  hair. I begin to whisper into his ear, "I love you, Baby. This feels  amazing. Go deeper, Ian. I need you deeper, Baby. Please Ian, I need  more."                       
       
           



       

At last, he begins to move again, slowly rocking in and out of me, each  time going an inch deeper until he's all the way in. I love the feel of  him there, inside me, the two of us united. But I need more, so I begin  to whisper again, "It's okay, Baby, we can do this. We can do this. Fuck  me, Ian. It's okay. Fuck me, Sweetie. Let go. Take me. Please, Baby."  I'm close to tears, love and desire controlling my senses.

He pulls out all the way and for an instant I'm terrified he's changed  his mind. I look to his face and am relieved when I see the hunger  there. He's on the edge again, I can tell, and I want only to take him  over the edge with me.

Loudly, boldly, I say, "Fuck me, Ian. Now. Hard. Fuck me!"

Apparently that was what he needed, because the next instant he's in me  again, pounding hard and fast. I can't help but cry out, not in pain,  but for the sheer force of his motion. He has completely let loose and  is fucking me with wild abandon.