24. Chapter 24
Chapter 24
Back home, I text Ian to see what time he wants me to come over and if he needs me to grab anything on my way over. I didn’t have to wait too long before his reply came in that I was welcome whenever I wanted and that he had everything covered. So here I am, lathering myself in shaving cream to make sure I get every single part of my body dolphin smooth, after throwing all my new underwear in the washer.
Fifty-five minutes later, I’m sitting in Levi’s SUV, pulling into Ian’s driveway. I don’t even have time to knock before the door is opened for me by a smiling Ian.
“Hey there, Hannah. Come on in,” he says, leading me into his kitchen. “Want to eat now, or go sit outside?”
“We can go sit outside.”
“Want a glass of wine?”
“Sure,” I answer as I make my way outside to stand against the railing and take in his view. He really does have a gorgeous house. Taking a deep breath of fresh air, I feel myself relax in his space. A sense of peace washes over me, and I can’t help how comfortable and confident I feel in his space. As I take it all in, Ian walks up behind me, bracketing me against the porch railing. Leaning against him, I take another deep breath in, “I don’t think I could ever get sick of this view.”
“Me either, it’s the reason I bought this place. It makes this feel like home, like I never really left the ranch. Not that I went too far away from home but . . .”
“No, I get what you mean. Sometimes you need a little piece of home, something you can’t really explain to make everything feel like home.” As I finish, I realize why I’m so drawn to Ian. He feels like home. I can’t tell you why, or how, but it’s like every time he’s near, every look he sends my way, or every text he sends me, it’s like I can release a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I can feel my shoulders relax from a weight I didn’t know I was carrying. I feel light. I feel like myself again.
Without time to second-guess myself, I turn around to face him and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him just a little closer to me as flashes of our shower flicker through my mind.
“What’s that look for, Pretty Girl?” I swear I melt a little every time he calls me that.
“What look?”
Pushing into me so I’m sandwiched between the hard planes of his body and the railing, he leans down to skim the side of my neck, leaving tiny little kisses until he reaches my ear. “I don’t know, you’ll have to tell me, but your eyes got a little darker and your cheeks flushed just enough to make me wonder what crossed your mind,” he answers as one hand leaves the railing to land on my hip, his hand so big his pinky sits just above my ass and his thumb lays low under my belly button. That one touch set my entire skin aflame.
Pulling him even closer, I tilt my head meeting his gaze, our lips barely out of touch. “I think you promised me something,” I say, kissing the side of his mouth, making his other hand grip the side of my neck and tilt my head back even more.
“And what is it that I promised you, Pretty Girl?” Again with the nickname. Lost in the feel of his thumb slowly drawing circles lower and lower, he gives my neck a little squeeze, prompting me to answer him.
“You promised that I’d get to touch you once we’ve been on a first date. We’ve been on a date. A few days ago now. Yet you haven’t kept good on your promise.”
The minute the words are out, his hand tightens on the side of my neck as his other hand snakes around me to land on my ass, he pulls my lower body tight against his.
Looking me in the eyes, I see his have turned a stormy blue, “Is that what you want—me to make good on my promise?”
I barely get to nod my head yes before his lips crash into mine. This isn’t like our last kiss. It’s not sweet or tentative. It’s consuming. He’s possessing me through this kiss. His tongue snakes around mine, and he hoists me up so I’m sitting on the rail. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I can’t stop my hands from sneaking under his T-shirt. Streaking my hands against his abs, I feel him flex against my touch as I trail my hands up against his pecks. Pulling away with a heated gaze, he looks down at my heaving cleavage before pulling off his T-shirt in one swift motion.
Not giving me the time to enjoy my new view, his big hands cup my butt, picking me up and walking me into the house, up the stairs and into his bedroom like I weigh less than a feather. Carefully letting me down his body, one hand stays on my back as the other knots itself in my hair pulling my head back so he’s looking directly at me.
“Are you sure about this? Because if this happens, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let you go. I know you’re not ready for anything right now. I know we’ve agreed to something that’s more along the lines of friends-with-benefits, but I have to be honest with you. I don’t want to pressure you or put any pressure on you. I’m a big boy and I know the score. I just need you to know where I stand before we take this step. And to be honest, for you I’d wait forever, but just know that if we do this, you are mine, Pretty Girl.”
He’s right, I wasn’t looking for anything, I shouldn’t be agreeing to this. But being here in his arms feels right. Somehow, he’s sneaked his way into my heart without me knowing it. He’s brought me a sense of peace I knew I was missing but didn’t know how to find. He’s given me my confidence back, he’s encouraged me, taken care of me, and pushed me out of my comfort zone. Never judging, just there. I need to stop denying what’s here and just embrace it. Like he said, he’s a big boy, he’s made himself clear on what he wants, and he knows what I’m capable of right now.
“It is. I want this Ian. I want you. As long as you can promise to be patient with me. I might not be exactly where you are and I might never be. . .”
The second the words leave my mouth, his hands tighten on me as mine find their way to his chest and his mouth descends onto mine. If this kiss is anything to go by, I’m about to cross a very important item off my list.
Pulling away from me, he wastes no time pulling my dress over my head. Taking a step back from my body, I see the lust build in his eyes. My afternoon shopping spree is clearly showing its worth. Without a word, he holds up a finger motioning me to twirl for him. Biting my lip, I slowly spin giving him a view of the back of my light blue sheer bra and thong. I hear his breath catch the second he gets the full view of the back. Pausing for effect, I feel him step up against me so there’s no space between our bodies. One hand find its way over the front of my underwear making me shiver and the other cups just below my breast. His chest warms up my back, as he leans down, and whispers in my ear, “You’re gonna be the death of me, Pretty Girl.”
He’s barely touched me, yet I’m already about to explode as he runs his nose up and down the side of my neck leaving small kisses. Reaching behind me, I wrap my hands around his neck pushing out my chest. Taking it as an invitation, his hands slowly trail up to finally touch my breast. I let out a moan as his finger circles one of my nipples.
“So sensitive,” he says, turning me in his arms and walking me back until the back of my knees hit the side of his king-sized bed, making me sit on the edge. Following me down, he kneels in front of me.
“I’ve been thinking about this since we showered together,” he possessively says, trailing his hands from my knees to the outside of my hips, fisting his fingers in the side of my underwear. “I didn’t get to take my time like I wanted to,” he continues, as he starts to slowly pull my underwear down my legs. Once off and thrown to the side, he runs his hands on the inside of my thighs, giving himself access to my center, making me lean back onto my arms.
Without any of the slow torturous, teasing kisses and touches he’s been trailing along my skin since I walked through the door, his mouth finds my center as his hands take control of my inner thighs, making my arms fall from under me as I take what he’s giving me.
Swirling his tongue around my clit, he slowly starts pushing a finger inside of me. He’s taking his sweet time; everything is a tease. Perfect, but not enough and he knows it by the moans and grunts he lets out with every move of my hips.
“Ian, more. I need more,” I beg in a breathy moan, fisting my hands in his duvet.
Pulling away from me, he says, “I know you do, but I’m taking my time. I like taking my time with you. But don’t worry, the first time you’re coming tonight is on my cock, Pretty Girl,” he says as he takes off his pants, keeping his underwear on.
“And what if I want to play this time too?” I ask, keeping my eyes on his face as I slide off the bed and onto my knees in front of him. Running my nails softly up the back of his thighs, he gulps and fists his hands at his side as I reach the band of his navy boxers.
Slowly, taking my time just like he did, I pull his underwear down to his feet where he kicks them off to the side. Keeping my eyes locked on his, I trail my fingers without hurry back up his thighs, tracing his abs and the deep V leading to where he wants my touch the most. Having had enough, his hand finds my hair. “You’re killing me here, Han,” he says, on a shaky exhale.
“It’s not fun being teased, is it?” I ask, not knowing where this confidence came from. I’m not usually an aggressor or a tease when having sex. With Ian it comes naturally; I like seeing him as flustered and needy as he makes me. It makes me feel powerful, like I hold everything in my hands.
Without giving him time to answer, I run my tongue along his entire length, just as he did to me, making his fist tighten in my hair, sending little shocks of pleasure down my spine. That’s definitely something we’ll make sure to explore later on. Taking a mental note, I lean forward and take him as deep as I can.
“Hannah,” he moans out, thrusting his hips forward, making my eyes water. Pulling back to the tip, I give him a strong pull as I run my tongue along his slit making another moan escape.
I’ve never been a girl who enjoyed giving blow jobs, especially not on my knees. It seems I always end up gagging to no end, with men just thrusting down my throat without consideration, but Ian just takes and enjoys what I’m giving. It encourages me to take him deeper, until there’s only about an inch that I can’t take.
“Jesus Christ, Hannah, I can feel the back of your throat work around me.” Unable to stop himself, he starts thrusting his hips towards my face. To my surprise instead of wanting to pull away, I’m tempted to run my hand down my stomach to my clit that’s now begging for attention. Sensing my movement, Ian looks down and catches my hand moving lower.
“That’s it, Pretty Girl, touch that needy pussy as you suck down my cock.” Taking his encouragement, I sink two fingers inside myself, moving in sync with the thrust of his hips. Before I know it, my movements are getting sloppy as I feel myself getting closer to the edge.
“Enough,” Ian says as he pulls away from me, bending down to pick me up and throw me on the bed, making me bounce lightly. “As much as I like seeing how having my cock down your throat turns you on, I told you the first time you were coming tonight was on my dick, not on your own fingers,” he says in a possessive tone, as if my first orgasm belongs to him and him alone, which only serves to make me squirm on his bed, widening my legs for him with a moan. I’ve never been so wanton, or needy, ever.
“Ian, please,” I beg.
“Take your bra off for me,” he says, making his way to the other side of the bed, opening up the drawer and pulling out a small foil package. Tearing the package as he looks at me, I take off my barely-there-bra, and he slides the condom over himself before joining me on the bed.
Fitting his body between my legs, he kisses up my body, spending time on each breast, swirling his tongue around each nipple until my hips are searching for his. Finally reaching my lips with his, he gives a deep searing kiss as his length nudges my slick core and he slowly pushes in. “Hannah, I’m not gonna last,” he lets out with a shaky breath, before he starts to move at a slow pace.
Unclenching my hands from his duvet, I run my fingers up his muscular arms and around his neck to pull him down for an all-consuming kiss. His tongue snaking against mine, he trails light fingers down the front of my body until he reaches my clit, pulling a deep moan from me, ripping my mouth from his.
“That’s it, Pretty Girl,” he whispers in my ear, tracing his tongue along the shell of my ear.
“Ian,” I manage to get out just as he pushes me over the edge.
“Fuck. Shit. Give it to me,” I hear Ian pant as he shutters against me, holding my hips tight against his as he follows me over the edge.
Rolling off me and onto his feet, he takes care of the condom before pulling me tight against his chest as we both try to catch our breath.
A few moments later, as my eyes are getting heavy due to his fingers softly trailing up and down my spine, he confesses, “That was . . . wow . . . just wow, Hannah.”
“Ditto,” I answer with a soft giggle. “Definitely crossed another item off my list.” Apparently, his dick not only provided me with life-changing sex, but also voids me of the power to filter my thoughts before speaking.
“And what have I helped you cross off your list this time?”
“You know what you just did,” I say, propping my chin on his naked chest to look at him. “Now how about we go eat and keep working on our Harry Potter marathon?”
“Oh no, you’re not getting away with that awful attempt at a subject change, even though you just made me work up an appetite. Nice try!” he says, rolling on top of me, tickling my sides playfully. “What did you just cross off your list?”
“It’s nothing.”
“If it’s not nothing, why is it you’re blushing darker than I’ve ever seen you blush before?”
“Fine,” I say, catching my breath, looking everywhere but him. “I only told you about half the list, the PG half. Lacey and Ellie made me add a bunch of other items on there of the R-rated nature,” I manage to get out in one breath.
“When we’re done with this conversation you’re definitely showing me the rest so I can help you cross everything off.”
“So selfless,” I say with an eye roll.
”Such a sassy girl after an orgasm. Was it not good enough? Do you need another one?” he asks, pushing his already hardening length against my still wet core making me moan.
“It was too good.”
“No orgasm is ever too good,” he says, cutting me off in turn.
This one was, I can’t help but think to myself . It was life changing. I’ll never be able to look at sex the same way. Or myself for that matter. I didn’t even know my body could feel that way with someone else. He literally had me seeing stars. He gave me goose bumps yet I felt so hot at the same time. So needy, yet completely fulfilled. Naked and vulnerable, yet I’ve never felt so sexy and confident.
“I guess, I just wasn’t expecting all that, especially not the first time we had sex. And now here I am ruining the moment with all my rambling that you probably couldn’t care less about,” I say, feeling my eyes start to water.
“First off,” he says, tilting my head to meet his gaze with a finger under my chin, “I always care about what you have to say. I love that you trust me enough to share what’s going on in that gorgeous brain of yours. It’s always the highlight of my day. And second,” he says, dropping a soft kiss on my lips, “that was life changing. The first time I touched you, I knew. I knew you were mine. So no, you didn’t ruin the moment, you just confirmed that I’m not the only one who is left feeling completely stripped down yet completely at peace. You sharing that with me didn’t ruin the mood. It made it better.”
This time I can’t stop a tear from falling, which Ian traces away with a feather-light touch, before bending down to give me a kiss. Pouring everything I have into that kiss, I hope that he feels, that he knows, that I’m falling in love with him. That he knows that his words have healed a part of my heart. That with every smile and wink he sends my way, with every push and encouraging word, he’s helping me make my way over the hill that once was my broken heart.
I might say that I don’t want anything serious right now, but I know damn well that there is no escaping Ian Morrison. Ever.