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Alana
It’s not the first time I’ve been in Ian’s apartment, but it feels new anyway as he leads me inside, his fingers wrapped tightly around mine. The others in my head are silent as if they’re giving us this. As he closes the door and pushes me gently back against it, kissing me with those full, soft lips that I remember so well, all I want is for this night to never end.
“I want you more than I ever wanted anything, Ian,” I whisper against his mouth, and he doesn’t argue.
I turn my back to him once we’re inside his room, lifting my hair. “Unzip me again?” I ask softly, and his fingers graze my back, dragging the zipper down slowly as he caresses my skin, sending shivers through me with every touch. I let out a sigh of pleasure, shrugging off the dress as I stand there in my bra and panties, turning towards Ian.
He looks so handsome standing there, dressed all in black, the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. I step towards him, swaying seductively as I reach for the buttons of his shirt, savoring the act of undressing him. I brush my fingers over his chest as I undo each one, feeling the hard muscle, the warm skin. I hear his soft intake of breath as he stands there, his hands lightly on my hips as he lets me touch him, remember him.
Earlier was all passion and burning up from the inside out, shaking with the desperate need for each other, but this time I want to take it slow. I slowly push his shirt down his arms, letting it fall to the floor as I wrap my fingers around his muscled arms, my breath quickening as I look up into his eyes and press another kiss to his mouth.
“It’s my turn,” I murmur, and then I sink to my knees in front of him.
Ian groans as my hands go to his belt, deftly undoing it and getting his jeans and boxers down in one quick motion. His cock is already hard for me, smooth and thick and long, bobbing near my lips as he looks down at me with a near-painful need.
Another time, I might have thought about teasing him, torturing him a little. Another time, Iwill—my thoughts are alive with ideas of tying Ian down to the bed and edging him with my lips and hands and pussy until he’s begging me to come—but not tonight. Tonight I want to give him everything we’ve both been dreaming of and more.
I wrap my lips around his firm tip, squeezing his shaft with my hand and stroking him gently as I lick his cockhead, teasing the soft flesh underneath until Ian’s hands are in fists at his sides, his eyes closed as he rocks forward against my mouth and groans.
“Alana—more—” he pleads, and I give it to him.
I slide all the way down, taking every inch of him into my mouth and throat until my nose brushes against his abdomen. I breathe in the scent of him, moaning a little at the way it turns me on. I can feel myself getting wet all over again, aching for him, and I suck harder, bobbing on his cock as I look up at his face. His expression is taut with pleasure, and he reaches to run his fingers through my hair, cupping the back of my head as I take all of him again.
“Oh god, Alana—” Ian groans. “I want to be inside of you—but god, I also want to come in your fucking mouth.”
Why not both?I feel my lips curve around his cock as I look up at him wickedly, deep-throating him again and again as I slide my hand between his legs, cupping his tight balls in my palm and teasing the taut flesh with my fingertips as I suck his cock with every bit of skill I possess, remembering exactly what drives him wild.
“Oh fuck—Alana—” Ian cries out my name, his hand tightening in my hair as he thrusts forward into my mouth, his thick cock choking me, but I love every second of it. I feel him harden and throb, his cock pulsing as he starts to come, thick and hot and salty on my tongue, and I swallow convulsively, wanting every drop.
“Fuck, fuck,fuck,” he chants, his hips rocking against my lips as he spurts cum over my tongue and down my throat, both hands in my hair now as he leans up on his toes and throws his head back, every muscle flexed with the strength of his orgasm, and I keep sucking, not letting him go until he cries out that it’s too much, pulling free of my lips and staggering back onto the bed.
I join him there, cuddling against him as I kiss him with lips still tinged with the salty taste of his cum. I don’t know how long we lie there, cuddling and kissing and touching, but at some point, I feel him stiffen against my thigh again. I grin down at him as I roll him onto his back, straddling him as I guide his cock between my legs.
This time is slow and sweet. Ian’s hands are all over me as he looks up at me rapturously, his eyes locked on mine as I ride him, savoring every inch of his thick, perfect cock filling me up. We fit perfectly together, like two pieces of a puzzle, and I feel like a goddess as I ride him, round and lush and fertile, rocking against him as I urge him to give me more of his cum.
His fingers slide between my thighs again, rubbing my clit as he plays with my breasts, and then he pulls his hand away, groaning as I can feel him reaching the edge again. “Play with yourself,” Ian moans, reaching up to cup my breasts in both of his hands. “I want to watch you make yourself come.”
I obey wordlessly, stroking my clit as he watches, enjoying his eyes locked on me, on us as I slide up and down his cock, my movements speeding up as I get closer to my own climax. His fingers on my sensitive nipples feel like heaven, and I moan aloud as I ride him harder, faster, feeling my entire body tense with my oncoming orgasm.
“Oh fuck, Ian, I’m right there—Ian!” I arch my back, grinding down onto his cock as he lets go of my breasts and grabs my hips, his expression full of his own need as he pulls me down for a kiss, my swollen belly between us as his hand knots in my hair.
“I love you,” he groans, as I feel him swell and throb inside of me, his cock filling me with cum for the second time tonight. “I love you, Alana—”
“I love you too,” I whisper against his lips, still shuddering with pleasure as I rock down onto him, wanting it all, every bit of it. “I always have. And I always will.”
The sky is turning grey by the time we fall asleep. I lose track of how many times we make love, lying in each other’s arms, kissing and touching until Ian gets hard again and slides into me, in every position we can manage at seven months pregnant. When we finally do fall asleep tangled together, it’s the best sleep I think I’ve had in years.
We wake up to the sound of Ian’s phone. He reaches for it blearily, putting it on speaker when he sees that it’s Cal.
“Cal?” Ian answers, a bit sleepily.
“It’s me, and Dexter and Lauren are here too,” Cal says. “On speakerphone.”
“Well, I’ve got Alana here and you on speaker too.”
“Did you have a good night?” There’s something wry in Cal’s voice, and I’m glad he’s not angry.