All thoughts left my mind when he brought his fingers down to my pussy. He growled when he found me wet through the silk. “I’ve missed you.”
I brought my hand down to his and moved it against my clit, eyes closed, showing him what I wanted. I felt so hungry, like I’d been starving for months. Reaching out, I unbuttoned his pants, tracing his thick, hard shaft through his briefs, moaning as he stroked me in rhythm.
He yanked my panties down my thighs, off my feet, then brought his hand back. I rode his fingers, pushing along them, wanting him up inside me deep.
“That feels so good,” I moaned, two of his fingers in my wet, slick pussy. With his thumb, he circled my clit and I could feel myself start to quiver in his embrace.
“Let go,” he coaxed me, whispering against my throat, fucking me with his fingers. “Show me how good it feels.”
“I’ve missed you so much!” With one more thrust, I cried out, grasping the sheets and his shoulder, mouth open as I came. He shoved his fingers in deep, letting me ride it out on them as I bucked and ground against him.
“Ian,” I panted, engulfed in pleasure but wanting more. I’d waited too long. Now I was greedy. I reached out for his throbbing cock, pushing his pants down his hips, peeling down his briefs. I wanted to feel him inside me, not just his fingers, but all of him. As I stroked his thick shaft, he groaned. “I want more.” I shifted so our bodies lined up, his engorged tip pressing right where I was so sensitive, slippery and warm.
“Are you sure?” he panted, his body rigid. I could tell he was holding back. I could also tell he couldn’t for much longer.
I rocked my body against his, taking his cock between my upper thighs, rubbing it along my pussy. “Please don’t make me wait any longer.”
“Will I be your first?” he grit out, his hand gripping hard on my hip.
“Yes. There’s no one for me but you.” He lunged at me with a possessive kiss, angling his cock up to press right at my slick entrance. “Are you sure?” he asked, rubbing his cock up and down, torturing me with a slow rhythm.
“Yes,” I groaned, moving with him, wondering if I could cum again just from pushing against his cock. It was so big and each time it hit my clit my eyes nearly rolled back in my head.
“I have a condom.” He rolled off, removed his pants and briefs and slid it on, then returned. He still kept on his T-shirt, but I didn’t want to press. It would come off in time. “I’ll go slow,” he assured me, rising up over me, parting my thighs and making me gasp as he brought his cock right to my entrance.
“Yes.” I bit my lip as he pushed his thick crown into me. My fingers dug into his biceps. He already felt so huge, stretching me, and he’d barely gone in.
“Relax,” he breathed, reaching his fingers down to work my clit again, pushing against it in rhythm as he worked his way slowly in and out. So aroused, wet and slick, it started feeling good, the way he moved and stroked. Soon I was writhing again, shifting my buttocks and trying to take more of him inside. There was much more to take as he inched his way in, slowly, gently, until he stopped.
“Christ, you feel so good. So tight.” Eyes closed, he held himself taut, his muscles straining, sweat glistening on his skin. He looked down at me, breathing heavy. “This will hurt.” His face looked pained.
“I want this. I want you.” I wrapped my hands around his shoulders and leaned up to kiss him. I needed him inside me. He pushed against, then through my virginal barrier. It hurt, felt like burning fire, but he kissed me, drinking in my cry. Then he started again slowly thrusting, stroking, until once again I sighed with pleasure.
“That’s it,” he groaned, starting to push harder, deeper. As good as he’d made me feel before, this felt so much more intense with our arms and legs twined, working together in rhythm, our bodies so deeply connected.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, looking at me with concern.
“No, it feels so good,” I moaned, rocking against him.
“I love you.” He sank down to kiss me, wrapping his fingers through mine, pressing my palms against the bed as he rose up and pushed, thrust, fucked me harder.
“Yes,” I moaned, opening my legs, wanting him to pick up speed, craving more. He’d told me he’d be gentle. Now that he was inside me, I didn’t want that. I wanted it raw. He slipped a hand under my ass and tilted it, cupping me, bringing me up at an angle so he could hit my clit every time he thrust.
“I’m going to cum soon,” he panted, watching me writhe beneath him. Finger at my slick clit, he pressed as he thrusted and I could feel myself start to shudder and quake. “When I do, I want you to cum, too,” he commanded.
“Yes,” I groaned, feeling it building, rising up in me.
“You’re so close,” he grunted, watching me moan and twist, arching my back up to take in more of him.
My fingers twisted in the sheets. I wanted to feel him cum so badly. With a swift thrust, he fucked me deep, balls slapping against me as he leaned back and roared. “Cum for me.”
I screamed, pushing against his fingers, taking all of his cock as I came hard, gasping for air. He bucked into me, wild, both of us climaxing as one. We lay there, embracing, panting and sweaty, for who knew how long.
He swore and kissed me. “Never in my life…”
“Can’t believe it…” I managed. Neither of us seemed capable of complete sentences.
Eventually, he rolled away. Removing the condom, he pulled his pants back on before heading into the bathroom. He returned with a washcloth. Tenderly, gently, he brought the warm, wet cloth to my inner thighs and pussy, washing me clean. There was some blood, but it wasn’t bad. Then he pulled me to him and we got under the covers.
“You’re amazing, Annie,” he kissed me, clasping me to his chest. “I was your first,” he marveled.
And I hope you’ll be my last, I thought. But I didn’t say it. That had been incredible, but I noted he still had all his clothes on. There were still some barriers between us. I hoped they’d all come down soon, because Ian was all I wanted.
20
Ian
I couldn’t believe it. I had Annie by my side. After months of fantasizing, hoping, dreaming and wondering, she was mine. At least for the weekend. I’d make the most of it.
Jax and Sky’s wedding was a huge bash. They’d only been living on the island for a little over a year, but apparently they’d made friends with every single one of the year-round residents. I had a feeling it was Liam who was at the heart of that. He'd grown up there his whole life and knew absolutely everyone. Jax had started a successful pub. Sky ran an amazing bakery, and the rest was history.
At the reception afterwards, Annie seemed much more prepared for everyone’s joyous greetings and welcoming hugs. I never took my hands off her. Now that I could touch her, I never wanted to stop.
I even let her pull me onto the dance floor. I didn't think I'd be chosen for any dance-related reality show contest, but I felt pretty good about the fact that I could stand up and spin my girl around. The way Annie looked at me made me feel like Superman. She was the most gorgeous girl there, twirling in a silvery dress that suited her perfectly, showing off that breathtaking combination of sweet and sexy that she alone possessed.
“Got yourself quite a girl there.” An older gentleman with a mischievous glint in his eyes gave me a wink. He had to be at least in his mid-70s, but he was cutting quite a rug himself, doing the jitterbug with an attractive older woman.
The bride and groom made their way over to us. When Jax and the older gentleman hugged, I realized the man who’d spoken to me was Jax's grandfather, Ace, who’d taken Jax in when he was a tough teenager.
“Can you believe how well they are hitting it off?” The bride asked her new husband.
Jax laughed. “I never doubted it for a second.” He leaned over to us and commented, “My grandfather is quite the ladies man.”
Annie piped up, gesturing at Sky. “Doesn't look like you did so bad for yourself.”
“No, I did not.” Jax agreed, beaming at his new wife.
The DJ seemed to read my mind and played us a slow song so I could stand and sway, pressing Annie close to me, exactly where I wanted her for the rest of our lives. “Thank you for coming here with me,” I whispered in her ear. She smelled so good, that lavender and honey that had been driving me crazy for months now. I wanted to bury myself in her.
“I'm so happy to be here.” She brought her hand up to my hair, trailing her fingers through it. She had no idea how even her slightest touch rocked me to my core. I’d kept myself so removed from intimacy and physical contact for so long. Now, every part of my body longed for more. She'd given herself to me so eagerly last night. Deep inside her, I'd felt whole for the first time in my life. I doubted she'd ever know how much she meant to me. Last year I’d dreaded being back on Naugatuck with all these people, so much so I’d bailed on my own sister’s wedding. Now, with her here by my side? Nothing phased me. I was even having fun.
“It means a lot to me, to have you by my side,” I told her.
“It means a lot to me, too.” She looked up at me with shining eyes. But then a frown crossed her beautiful brow. “I have to ask. It’s so amazing that you started the program for Brian. I’m overwhelmed. But I’m wondering, is there anything else I should know about?”
“Like what?”
“Like,” she hesitated, then asked, “Did you get me my job at Callahan and Spence?”