Chapter 4
Chapter
Four
Navy
That Weekend
I kept my weekend free to ensure I’d be able to spend time with Ian.
After what happened Wednesday, he’d been short and distant, so I knew he was still feeling some type of way.
After work Friday, I went home to shower and change clothes then went straight to his place.
I cooked his favorite meal and did his laundry while I waited for him to get home.
We spent the night chilling and not really talking much.
Saturday he took me out, and this morning we went to church together before having brunch with my parents.
It seemed like he was finally shaking his attitude just as I was getting ready to head back home so I could prepare for work in the morning.
The sound of him huffing as I packed my bag tickled me, but I tried to keep a straight face as he asked, “What you doing?”
“Getting ready to go home.”
“Already?”
Smiling, I turned as he wrapped his arms around me. “I need to finish grading a few tests before work tomorrow.”
He sighed and nodded, lowering his hands to my ass. “Okay. Thank you for spending time with me.”
“You don’t have to thank me for that, Ian. I love spending time with you.”
“I know, but sometimes I feel like I have to fight for your time.”
I considered my words carefully as my mouth twisted to the side. “You don’t have to fight for my time, but if you want to spend more time with me, just plan things. A lot of times, you’ll call right when you want to do something, and I already have things planned.”
“I’m spontaneous.”
“And I appreciate that,” I said quickly—carefully. “I like spontaneity, but at the same time, I plan my days. Especially throughout the week. So if you don’t tell me you want to spend time with me, I make other plans.”
“I can respect that. How about you start leaving Fridays open for me? I’ll plan something for us and just let you know how to dress when the time arrives.”
“I like the sound of that,” I agreed, wrapping my arms around his neck.
His lips lowered to mine, and we kissed for the first time all weekend.
It felt good to have his lips on mine. I melted against him and he pulled me closer.
“Babe,” I cooed, pulling away because I knew exactly where this would lead us.
“Take this off,” he commanded with a husky voice that made me shiver as he tugged at my sweats.
The weather was so up and down, and I couldn’t wait for it to get warm enough for me to wear wraps and dresses.
I loved feeling free, so I only covered my body entirely when I was at work, or when the weather was cool.
Otherwise, I didn’t wear underwear, or I wore dresses or long pieces of fabric as a wrap dress.
“Ian, I have work to do.”
“I promise I’ll let you go in like one hour.”
My smile turned into laughter when he picked me up and carried me over to his bed.
Regardless of how much work I had to do, I’d never reject Ian.
Plus, things finally felt normal between us again, and I missed having him inside of me.
He took his time taking my clothes off, and by the time he was naked, work was the furthest thing on my mind.
He favored Jalen Hurts but was darker.
As he made his way between my legs, a quiet moan escaped me at just the thought of having him inside of me.
“I missed you,” he muttered against my lips before making his way inside of me.
“I-I mm…”
“You what?” he taunted, circling his hips in a way that made me claw at his back.
“I missed you too.”
My bottom lip trembled before I pulled it into my mouth.
Ian’s dick was phenomenal, but he crumbled under the power of my pussy.
He’d last forever—until I came. The moment my walls tightened, trembled, and pulled him in, he’d cum.
Whether that took two minutes, twenty, or two hours.
That always kept me from cumming. As soon as I would reach my peak, he’d cum and pull out or change positions to avoid cumming.
The journey was always amazing with Ian, but I never made it to that orgasmic destination.
Not unless he was eating my pussy or fingering me.
So as good as it felt, I fought not to cum because I knew as soon as my walls clenched him, it would be over. As much as I tried to fight it, eventually, it felt so good I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I knew what was about to happen the moment he moaned and buried his face in my neck.
“Ian,” I moaned, tightening my legs around him. “Don’t move. Don’t pull out. Stay right there.”
“I’ma cum,” he warned before biting down on my neck.
“J-just wait a l-little while longer,” I pleaded, back arching off the bed.
“Shiiit!” he roared, lifting himself and pulling out, shooting his seeds onto my stomach in the process. I hadn’t even noticed he didn’t put on a condom until now, which further pissed me off. Ian knew I wasn’t on birth control.
Rolling my tongue against my cheek, I inhaled deep breaths.
My hands covered my face as I fought to regulate my emotions.
When I felt him spread my legs and take my clit into his mouth, I sighed.
As good as his head felt, I was over it at that point.
Still, I allowed him to pleasure me until I came.
“Damn you got some good pussy,” he muttered as I got out of bed.
Chuckling, I remained silent as I headed to the bathroom to shower.
While I appreciated the compliment, it didn’t lessen my frustration over how quick sex with Ian could be.
The only time it lasted was if he was drunk off Hennessy, but then he’d be extra fast and rough.
The man didn’t have too many flaws, and his dick was sized perfectly, but I didn’t know how much more of this I could take.
I was a very sensual woman. Touch stimulated me.
I loved having sex. Not feeling satisfied was starting to bubble up and frustrate me.
I wouldn’t break up with Ian just because he couldn’t last long enough, but damn.
Sex with him was starting to feel more like a teasing appetizer before I pleasured myself during my shower.