Chapter 18 Ian
EIGHTEEN
IAN
I wake up to Lilly draped over my side, my face buried in her neck, her long, soft hair tickling my nose as I inhale her sweet scent. Right now I have everything I desire most—her.
The invisible clock lies suspended above my head, reminding me I will have her for just the next nine days. The knowledge clenches my heart into an unyielding grip, threatening to soil my serenity.
Every heartbeat is a testament that she’s it for me. The fabric of my being recognizes hers as mine. While I can’t have her for real, I’ll lose myself in the dream of her, ignoring the brutal reality.
I flick a silky, brown strand back to nibble on her neck. My passion for her buzzes under my skin, my cock eager to sheath itself in her hot core.
She tilts her head, offering me more. I take the clue, wanting it all. I want everything from and with her.
My lips brush along her cheek and down to her lips, I can’t abstain from kissing.
I dive straight into the paradise of her sweet mouth, exploring every nook and cranny for long minutes.
I want to embed my DNA inside of her—erasing all that was before me, marking my territory so no one else can even come close.
“Ian.” My name rolls out as half a plea, half a moan.
I am right here, feeling so much my chest threatens to burst.
She opens her eyes, cupping my face. No words are needed as we kiss, the intensity rolling into desire for more.
My cock becomes rock hard, weeping for her attention. I’ve never experienced such intense passion, one that transcends the physical.
I am about to lose myself in her when a knock suspends my plan of ravishing her. Not even a thousand miles away can I enjoy some uninterrupted time with her, but I refuse to let frustration get to me. We have time. Until…
Sighing, I roll off the bed and pull some shorts on. When I open the door, the concierge greets me with a friendly smile and carries a breakfast cart inside.
From the corner of my eye, I catch the sun sparkling on the surface of the pool.
“Could you bring it outside, please?”
He nods and rolls it toward the terrace. Bending over the pool to place the tray on the water, it floats away.
Then it’s just the two of us.
A sheet wraps around her body, tucked in at her chest. She looks exquisite. Ruffled hair, swollen lips, eyes glazed over—because of me. That visual is so potent, my chest expands.
With every step toward her, I am high on emotions and the physical need for her—to touch, taste, feel.
She consumes my thoughts.
Owns my heartbeats.
Controls my desire.
I scoop her up, and she lets out a squeal, being too damn adorable. Carrying her outside, she gasps, taking in the magnificent landscape.
Gently, I place her down. The sheet flows down, uncovering her flawless skin and crumpling at her feet. Naked, she resembles a goddess I want to get on my knees for and worship. But first, I have to feed my woman.
I slip my shorts off and stretch out my hand. Taking it, she dips a toe in the pool, checking for the temperature. I am too hot, needing every bit of cooling, so I submerge.
Coming back up, I slide my hand through my hair.
“Have you any idea how beautiful you are?” she murmurs.
I cock a brow. “Have you looked at yourself? You enchant me, flower girl.”
She raises her hands above her head, diving headfirst, swimming toward me.
The tray filled with fruit, an omelet, and various yogurts with granola rests between us. She dips a strawberry in chocolate, feeding me one, but the sweet taste can’t compare with her addictive one.
She eats one and the pinkish juice glides down her chin. Incapable of reining myself in, I lick it off, eliciting a tremor.
She crosses her arms around my neck. “Let’s never leave this place.”
“That could be arranged.”
She sighs. We’re both aware it’s a dream, but why not enjoy the fantasy for a while?
When we finish eating, I place the tray on the side of the pool.
Her eyes follow me, widening when she catches the intent look. I am not even trying to hide my lust for her.
I swim to her with clear purpose, and she leaps around. For playing’s sake, I pretend not to catch her a few times. But need courses through my veins, burning me from within and eviscerating my patience. Only she can ease the unbearable heat.
I grip her elbow and back her between my chest and the pool.
She tilts her head. “You caught me, now what?”
My hand brushes against her side, down to her hips, mapping her every curve so I can imprint it to memory. “Now, you’re going to enjoy the view while I enjoy you.”
I lift her up and place her on the edge of the pool, parting her thighs. My finger traces down her slit before dipping inside. She’s wet, but it has nothing to do with the water.
“Look at this perfect pussy, eager for me. What should I do first? Kiss? Lick? Fuck?”
“All the above.” She bites her bottom lip, leaning back on her elbows.
I am a sucker for pleasing her.
“Such a greedy pussy.”
My fingers dig into her thighs. The desire to mark her in every way possible overpowers me. I nibble on her lips, sucking on her clit, lapping at her like the starved man I am, loving to eat her out.
I could have my tongue up her sweet pussy all day long and it wouldn’t satiate my thirst for her juices that drip down my chin. Her hand shoots to my hair as I continue to devour her. I don’t stop until she’s a mumbling mess, thrashing and trembling.
Her sweet taste and moans drive me until she comes apart so beautifully for me, I could beat my chest in pride.
She breathes heavily, returning from her high. “The way you make me come. It’s addictive.”
It’s the fucking same for me.
She licks her lips. “I want to taste you too.”
“Do you now?” I ask low, my voice scraping at my throat.
She nods, her glazed over eyes shining with unadulterated desire.
I cup my painfully hard cock, wanting to be in her pussy badly. “Don’t make me come. My cum is for your pussy.”
A shiver wracks her body as I pull myself up and she gets back in the water, stepping between my legs.
Her fingernails graze down my nipples, palming the packs of my abdomen. Anticipation has me gripping the edges of the pool.
I am surrounded by paradise, but no heaven compares to my woman pleasuring me.
She pokes her tongue out and when it swipes at my head, I squeeze my eyes shut for a second, the pleasure all-consuming. And it’s only from a lick. Everything feels fucking perfect with her.
“More,” I groan.
Her mouth wraps around my head while her hand massages my balls, alternating between sucking and jerking me off, bringing me closer to the edge. She tries to take all of me, but she gags, coming up for air. A spit of drool connects her chin to my cock. Fuck, the image drives me wild with lust.
I throw my head back, grasping for control, but she decimates it proficiently.
I desire her too much, lust for her to the point I can’t think straight.
Battling a losing fight, I come undone.
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I tug her head back. “Breathe through your nose. If it’s too much, pat my thigh.”
Thrusting inside her mouth, I slip inside her throat. I almost black out from the sheer delight. My spine tingles with electricity, sparkling up every atom.
My eyes reflect in her shiny ones, lost in rapture. “Such a good girl deep throating me.”
She bobs a nod while I pull a few inches and push back inside her. There’s nothing sexier than your woman taking all your cock in her mouth, past her gag reflex. Buried in her throat, she looks flushed and puffy, tears streaming down her cheeks.
I clench my jaw, trying not to come, which proves challenging.
In and out, I drive my cock as deep as I can go while pleasure owns me.
I can’t hold on for much longer and I am about to pull out.
But she decides for me. Gripping the base of my cock, and inhaling a lungful of air, she pumps my length up and down in a maddening rhythm—just the right amount of pressure and speed.
She looks like a fucking sex goddess demanding my surrender, so I fall on my knees at her altar.
“I’ve earned your cum. Haven’t I been a good girl and taken this monster cock down my throat?” she asks, licking the thick vein on my shaft.
She sucks the gentleman right out of me, and I give in to my animalistic side.
I cup the back of her neck and bring my cock back to her lips. “Then take it.”
She does, and it feels fucking fantastic.
Gritting my teeth to prolong my release, I can’t stop the intense pleasure from overruling me. Erupting, I grip her chin. “Don’t swallow it. Show me.”
I slip my thumb inside her cum filled mouth and scoop a bit, painting her lips. “Now, swallow.”
She does, licking her lips. This woman owns me—body, mind, and soul.
“Such a good girl for me,” I praise her, and a dazzling smile arches up her mouth.
Putting my arms under her armpits, I lift her up. She ends up straddling me and we kiss for long minutes. Nothing else exists but her and all the marvelous things she ignites in me.
My cock stirs back to life, not needing much recovery time.
I click my tongue, tsking her. “You made me come when I wanted to come inside your pussy.”
She bats her lashes in faux sympathy. “It must have been so hard for you. Excuse me for you just coming in my mouth.”
I chuckle. “Smart ass.”
She locks her arms around my neck and whispers in my ear, “I never did that before.”
It shouldn’t feel this fucking good, yet it does. My cock stands back to attention, enjoying her grinding all over it.
“Such a greedy pussy,” I groan, loving that she’s as fucking desperate for me as I am her.
“I thought we established that. I want you inside me.”
“Not the same without my cock inside you?”
“Nooo,” she says on a long moan as I twirl and twist her nipples—insatiable, that’s what I am for her.
Gathering her in my arms, I place her on the bed outside. The curtains flicker in the soft breeze, the light wind cooling our heated skin.