19. Chapter 19
Chapter 19
I don’t want to get up. I’m so warm. I’m in the perfect cocoon of warmth . . . with something poking my lower back, and something purring beside my head, so loudly that I don’t know if that’s what woke me up or if it’s the thunder outside.
It takes me a few seconds to remember where I am.
I’m at Ian’s house.
Blinking my eyes open, I come face to face with Hagrid giving me a look and patting my face with her paw as if to tell me to go back to bed. I wish I could, girl, but I really need to pee. Peeking up around my cocoon of blankets, I see the rain is still pelting the windows and lightning streaking the sky.
Ian is wrapped around me like an octopus. He’s spooning me with his top leg between mine, his chest resting tightly to my back, one arm under my head and the other wrapped around me, and his hand falling just below my breast. I don’t think I’ve ever been held so tightly before, not even by someone awake. It’s like he doesn’t want me to escape. Maybe I don’t need to pee after all. Maybe I’ll just stay here and enjoy this. Who knows the next time I’ll be held by a guy that looks like Ian, and as if I’m his most cherished possession in the world.
As I settle in a bit deeper into Ian’s bare chest, he lets out a sleepy moan, tightens his arm around me, and pushes his leg up into the apex of my thighs as he rocks his hips into my lower back, making me let out an involuntary moan. I’m enjoying this way too much.
It takes everything in me not to rock my own hips into his thigh. I can’t remember the last time I was so turned on and he’s not even awake. He’s sleeping and has me wetter than I’ve ever been. I swear just a few thrusts against his leg would have me seeing stars. Before I can stop myself, I push my hips downwards just as he repeats his last movement of rocking his hips into my lower back and pushing his leg up, meeting my thrust down.
This time I concentrate on the feeling of him pushing into me. When was the last time I felt someone this big push against me? Try never , the voice inside my head answers. She’s not wrong. I need to get out of this bed before I make myself come on his leg like some nymphomaniac with a sleep kink.
As slowly and gently as I can, I try to move my body away from his. Before I can get too far, he squeezes me back in and buries his face in my hair.
Finally, he lets me go with one final thrust of his hips. “Hannah?” he sleepily asks.
“Yeah?” I manage to squeak out.
“Where are you going?” he asks, still holding onto me, slightly pressing his lips to my neck, making me let out another involuntary moan as his soft breath skims my neck.
“Bathroom,” I manage to get out.
“Let me come with you, no power,” he says, rolling onto his back and instantly making me shiver with the cold air that seeps between us. With a yawn, he swings his legs over the side of the couch and stretches his arms overhead. Where’s the camera when you need one? When has a back been so hot? Never . That’s the answer.
Snap out of it , I tell myself as he turns on the flashlight he had on the side table and I get up to follow him. He really thought of everything.
“I’ll wait out here, then we can do a switch,” he states as we get to the powder room.
“Sounds like a plan.”
Sounds like a plan? Really, Hannah? That’s what you decide to go with? Rolling my eyes at myself in the mirror, I realize I am, once again, blushing like a schoolgirl.
“What is wrong with me?” I ask myself, still staring in the mirror. “You almost came on his leg, that’s what's wrong with you,” I tell myself as I push off the counter and take care of business. Once I’m done washing my hands, I open the bathroom door to find Ian mid-yawn. Trying not to stare at his rippling muscles, I hand him the flashlight and lean against the wall.
“I’ll be quick,” he promises as he leaves me in the dark and closes the door. Before he can finish up, a huge rumble of thunder makes its way through. More lightning strikes illuminate the night sky, making me jump with a small squeak escaping my lips.
Before I can calm myself down, he opens the bathroom door, making me jump once again, letting a louder squeal escape me.
“Woah there,” he says, wrapping an arm around me. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I should have left you the flashlight.”
“Not you,” I answer, burying my face in his chest as I wrap my arms around his waist and take in his woodsy smell. “Thunder, then lighting,”
“Yeah, that one sounded pretty bad,” he answers, wrapping his other arm around me giving me a squeeze. “Want some water, or just bed?”
“Bed, please,” I answer, not letting go of him.
“Bed it is then,” he confirms as he bends down to grab me around my knees, effectively picking me up as if I weigh nothing and this is a regular occurrence for us. He takes the ten or so steps to the living room before carefully depositing me beside the couch as he lifts the covers, nodding at me to get into bed.
Crawling in, I make my way back to my side of the makeshift bed, but before I can get too comfortable, I feel one of his arms sneak under my hips and the other over my chest pulling me towards him, as my back meets his warm chest.
“That’s better,” he murmurs as he once again buries his face into my hair leaving a small kiss on the back of my neck.
Screw it , I tell myself as I back my body even more into his arms. Taking a deep breath, I feel myself relax into him, making him tighten his arms around me as he flexes his fingers low on my belly.
Jesus Christ. This guy will me the death of me. If he keeps going I’m gonna find myself pushing against him like I did before he woke up, and therefore, dying of embarrassment. It’s taking all the self control I have not to push my ass into his groin.
I am such a hussy , I think to myself. I have no self control. I always have control. Yet, I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life, I can feel myself getting wet. Thank God these boxers are thicker than my regular underwear and that his thigh is no longer pressed up between mine.
And I just jinxed myself. I almost moan out loud as he pulls me impossibly closer and nudges his leg between mine.
“What’s wrong? I can hear you thinking. You’re safe, and I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers in my hair.
“I know. I’m just trying to relax so I can sleep,” I answer, hoping he believes me, yet I feel him harden against my lower back once again.
Just do it —I hear Lacey say in my head— Push back against him and take advantage of that big-dick energy that leaks through his pores . I slightly shift my hips back and push back against him making him groan and once again flex his hand low on my belly grazing over the band of the boxers I have on.
“Hannah,” he says in a warning tone, which just encourages me to push back a little harder. “What are you playing at, Pretty Girl?” he asks in a husky tone, bringing his leg closer to my center and making me bite back a moan.
“Nothing,” I say, hearing just how breathy my voice sounds.
“You sure about that?” he asks as he grinds his hard-on into my ass and grabs my hip, pushing me down onto his leg. This time I can’t hold onto the moan that leaves my mouth. “Do you need me to help you relax, so you can sleep through the storm?” he asks against my neck, his warm breath making me shiver. “Hmm? Is that what you want, Pretty Girl?” he asks again as he grinds me against his leg, his hand making its way under the T-shirt I’m wearing, stopping on my lower ribs, just under my breast.
“Say the word, and I’ll help you relax,” he says, laying a teasing row of kisses along the column on my neck.
“Yes.” With a deep moan I push back against his leg.
“Yes, what?” he asks as he trails his hand just a breath higher, slightly cupping the bottom of my breast. “Do you need me to make you come, Pretty Girl?” The sound of his voice alone could get me there. I’m so close already, it won’t take much.
Clenching my thighs around his leg, I whisper, “Ian, please make me come.”
“Good girl,” he says, making my pussy clench as I let out a low moan.
“It won’t take you much, will it,” he asks as he gives my breast a small squeeze then slowly trails his hand down past my belly button and under the band of the boxers tantalizingly slow.
Can he go any slower ?
Just as I lift my hips to try to get his hand where I want it, he licks up my neck and whispers in my ear, “How wet am I gonna find your pussy?”
“Very,” I barely manage to get out. I’ve never been a vocal woman in bed, but I can’t seem to help myself from the whimper that leaves my lips at his slow pace.
Just as I’m about to beg for him to touch me, his fingers make their way lower, skipping over my clit and making their way right into my center where he sinks a finger in, making him let out a moan in sync with mine.
“Fuck, Hannah, you weren’t lying,” he says, leaving me wanting so that he can run his finger around my clit, making buckle against him as I let out another moan.
“Iaaaan.”
“That’s it, come on my fingers, let me feel you clench around me,” he praises as my hand wraps around his wrist, keeping him there, making sure his fingers keep pumping in and out of me while his thumb keeps tapping on my clit and his other hand creeps up under my shirt, pinching at my nipple.
With one last pinch of my nipple, I feel myself fall over the crest and come on his fingers.
“That’s my Pretty Girl,” he says as he keeps slowly pumping his fingers in and out of me, extending my orgasm.
Once I’ve come down, I can’t help but let a giggle escape.
“Well, that’s not what I was expecting to hear after that.”
Turning around to face him, I see a small smile on his face, making me blush. Looking down at my hands that are laying against his chest—his very hard, naked chest—I say, “Sorry, I was just not expecting that. I definitely thought we were gonna kiss before I felt your hands down my pants,” I say, letting out another small giggle.
“That I can easily fix,” he says with a smile in his voice, picking up on my mood. He runs a finger down my face to the bottom of my chin where he taps once before tilting my face up to look into those stormy eyes. They bounce from my lips and back to my eyes as he slowly licks his bottom lip before bringing his lips to mine.
Now, I know I’m a romantic person. But I’ve read my fair share of smut and watched a fair amount of rom-coms. Enough to know that I have never been kissed like this, like I’m the most precious thing he has ever held in his arms. Yet, the small nips he leaves on my bottom lip before soothing it with a flick of his tongue tells me he’s holding back a bit. Just as I’m about to chase his tongue with mine, he pulls back and leans his forehead against mine.
“Definitely should have done that first. I’d apologize, but I can’t say I’m sorry for what happened,” he admits, smoothing a hand down my back and letting it lay on my butt.
“Can’t say I’m sorry either,” I say as I lightly push him onto his back, fully intending to return the favor. I have to know if he’s as big as I think he is after having felt him grind against my ass. But before my hand can make its way to the waistband of his shorts, his hand grabs mine, pulling it higher onto his chest.
“As much as I want to feel your hand wrapped around my dick, I’m taking you out on a proper date before that happens. Now, sleep,” he says as he pulls me against his chest, closing his eyes.
As much as I want to protest his decision, my body is overtaken by a yawn, enticing me to settle against his chest, easily falling into a peaceful sleep with a smile on my face.