“That's too bad, because I was thinking of inviting you camping in a couple weeks.”
“Oh.” I brought my hand to his shoulder, hoping I hadn’t offended. “I'd love to go camping.”
“Annie, I'm kidding. Hiking and camping aren't exactly my things. And it doesn't sound like you would like it any more than I would.”
“Thank God.” I exhaled a sigh of relief. “I don't think I could take it.”
“But I would like to take you on a trip,” Ian continued. “How about London? Or Paris?”
“Really? Are you kidding?” I lit up, practically bouncing on the passenger seat with excitement.
“I'm absolutely serious. We could get away, relax.”
“That would be incredible.” For the rest of the drive and back at the house, we chatted about where we could travel and what we could see. I desperately wanted to head to New York City. “I want to walk right through Times Square,” I declared as we made our way into the library. “I hear it’s like a carnival.”
“It is,” he agreed as he started up a fire. “I grew up outside Boston. That’s a great city. I’d love to show you some time.”
Settling together on the couch, I sighed as I rested my head against his shoulder. “Let's not fight again.”
“Let's not,” he agreed, wrapping his arm around me. “This is much better.”
“I missed you terribly, you know,” I admitted. “Not just while I was away, but since I've been back. It was almost worse being here, back in this house, but not spending time with you.”
“It's been hell,” he agreed. “This is new for me, Annie. I know sometimes I’ve been acting like an ass.”
“Don't you know it's new for me, too?” I asked. “You know I'm a virgin. I'm completely inexperienced. I'm sure I seem ridiculous to you.”
“Ridiculous?” He drew me toward him, leaning down to give me a kiss. His lips were so warm and soft, yet demanding at the same time. I returned his kiss eagerly, my lips opening, my tongue out to meet his. Wrapped in his arms, together we could start a blazing fire in seconds.
“I don't find you ridiculous,” Ian assured me when we finally came up for air.
“But you are so much more experienced than me. I've never slept with anyone, and you probably…” I trailed off. “How many people have you slept with?”
“You’re direct with questions, I'll give you that.”
“You don't have to answer,” I added.
“It's less than you'd think,” he responded.
“Because you don't like being touched?” I asked quietly. He nodded. “I'm not ready,” I started with that. But then I added, “With you? I feel like, one day?”
“There is no rush,” he reassured me. “There are many ways we can enjoy each other.”
“So you've been showing me.” I smiled. “Only, I don't completely agree with that statement.”
“You don't?” He seemed confused. He’d see the power of the orgasms he’d given me.
“No.” I shook my head, a mischievous grin spreading across my face. I kissed him again, long and feverish, my hands grasping at his shoulders, caressing his chest.
“Just what exactly do you disagree with?” he asked, low and husky.
“You said there are many ways we can enjoy each other.” I worked my hand down, pausing at his belt, then exploring down below where he was already so hard, tenting his pants. “Only, it seems like it’s mostly been you enjoying me.” He groaned as I trailed my fingers along his length.
“How about if…” I bit my lip looking up at him, eager yet unsure. “What if I enjoyed you for a change?” I fingered his zipper. He swallowed and nodded. I unbuttoned him, unzipped, then pulled down his briefs. His cock stood out long and hard, veins along its length, a drop of precum at the engorged tip. My mouth watered at the sight.
“Wow, it’s…” I touched it timidly, lightly, circling my finger around the crown. He sucked in his breath as I caught some of the glistening precum and slid it over his tip. “Does that hurt?” I asked, stilling my movements.
“No,” he groaned, taking my hand in his, guiding me to cup it around his shaft. “You can grip me harder.”
“Like this?” I took his cock in my hand, sliding it in my grip, pulling at it. His eyes practically rolled back into my head as he groaned.
“Yes,” he grit out, gripping the couch.
In a swift motion, I slipped down and kneeled at his feet. Looking up, timid but knowing exactly what I wanted, I reached over up and grasped his cock again in my hands. He eased his thighs apart, allowing me to scoot up between them.
“Ian,” I asked, licking my lips, looking at his cock which now had more precum at the tip. “Can I…” I hesitated, feeling suddenly shy. “You’ve tasted me, but I’ve never tasted you.” Moving closer, my face right at his cock, I looked up, meeting his eyes as I asked, “Can I taste you?”
“Yes,” he groaned, watching my every move.
I flicked out my tongue, tasting him. Salty and male, I wanted more. I brought my mouth to his tip, sucking lightly, swirling my tongue around. He was wide as well as long. I didn’t know how much I could take in, but I wanted to try.
He clenched his thighs, shifting further toward me as I scooted closer. His fists were balled at his sides. Every inch of him was rigid and taut, crying out for my attentions. I opened wide and took his whole crown in my mouth, sucking, drawing my tongue along the tip.
“Mmmm,” I moaned. “You taste so good.” My eyes closed in pleasure as I began taking more of him in my mouth, sucking, my two hands clasped around the base of his cock to guide it in.
He leaned back against the couch, his hand up in my hair. “Fuck, you look so hot, you have no idea.” He gazed down at me as I kneeled between his legs, sucking his cock. I looked up at him, taking him in deeper, stretching as wide as I could so I could take more.
Wet, I popped off, giving his tip a longing lick, hating to leave it but I had to ask, “Am I doing it right?”
“Yes,” he groaned, bringing his hand behind my head and guiding me back down. “Suck me just like you were.”
I couldn’t stop the small sounds of effort and enjoyment as I bobbed up and down on his cock. I kept it nice and slick, using my saliva, and what I couldn’t quite get down my throat I grasped with my hands, pumping, stroking.
Down on my knees between his legs, looking up at him with
his cock slick in my mouth, I felt so turned on and wet. Every groan he made, watching his knuckles go white he gripped the couch hard, it thrilled me with a sense of power. I loved turning him on, making him feel so good.
But I loved the feel of his hand on the back of my head, too, guiding me onto his cock. His touch so controlling and dominant, it somehow felt right to kneel before him like that and serve him.
“Annie,” he grunted out, warning me. “I’m going to cum.”
But I didn’t pull off. I got closer, straining to take more of him into my mouth. It filled me with a deep, primal longing. He was my man, and I wanted to taste him down my throat.
He groaned, thrusting into me, going deeper than he had before. I gagged a little, my eyes watering, but, determined, I brought him down my throat even more, sucking hard.
“You’re going to swallow my cum,” he panted, watching me work his cock. He was filling me up, down my throat, stretching my mouth, but I loved it so much. It was making me wet, a hot, pulsing arousal in my clit. I looked up at him and nodded. My cheeks hurt, my mouth stretched wide around his thick length, but I loved the discomfort. I loved showing him how hard I worked for him. I wanted him to cum right down my throat.
With a thunderous groan, he came, shooting into my hot, eager mouth. I struggled to suck it all down, swallowing it as he spurted more into me. I wanted to drink down all his cum.
“So good,” he ran his fingers over my head as I licked every last drop.
When I came off, I looked up at him nearly dazed by the power of it. I’d almost cum when he had, lost in that explosive feel as he shot down my throat. He gathered me up in his arms, holding me in his lap. I never wanted him to let go.
“That was amazing,” he murmured, cradling me.
“I loved that.” I know I sounded amazed. I’d wanted to do it, but I hadn’t expected to like it as much as I had.
Sunday morning, I woke in his arms. He was sleeping, fully clothed, and he didn't stir when I did. I propped myself up on my elbow and gazed at him. He had such long, dark eyelashes. It wasn't fair. He was so beautiful in such a masculine way, the strong angles of his jaw, the defined cheekbones. He took my breath away.