Chapter 30

Lorali

I’m warm and content as I snuggle down deeper in bed. I’m surrounded by Ian’s delicious scent, like it’s everywhere at once. Last night was one of the wildest of my life. I’ve never just lost all inhibitions and seduced a man, much less fucked that magnificent man in a semi-public place.

The bed moves, and it’s then that I feel the hot wall of muscle behind me. I stiffen and try to figure out what the hell is going on. My sleepy brain is not firing on all cylinders, and I can’t piece together my evening after leaving the bar. What the fuck! Have I been roofied?

“Baby?” I calm immediately when I hear Ian’s voice behind me.

I realize then that he’s wrapped all the way around me; one arm under my head, the other around my waist and his anterior body is fully aligned with my posterior. He’s warm and smells like heaven. One word is all it takes to calm my terrified body; I relax back into him and drift off.

***

The next time I wake up the feeling of trepidation is short lived. I recognize almost instantly the feel of Ian against my body. I lay there not moving, hoping to prolong the feeling of bliss. I can feel his warm breath glide across my shoulder, and his hand has migrated from my stomach and is now clutching my breast. I’m cognizant that I’m no longer wearing my dress and try to inventory my body as a means to determine if the party continued between us after we left the bar last night. I shift my hips and can tell I’m still in my panties, and I know that reduced the chance that there was a round two, which honestly would devastate me since I couldn’t remember it.

I feel Ian shift behind me, rolling his own hips. Well hello, big fella! His hand grips my breast, and his talented fingers begin to work my nipple, which hardened the minute I realized he was gripping it.

I run my hand behind me and up his hip. Well! It looks like I’m the only one with a stitch of clothing on!

“Mmm,” Rolls out of my mouth when his hand releases my breast; his hand painstakingly slow drifts down my stomach to my mound. He tugs on my thigh, urging me to lift my leg up and back over his leg, effectively opening me up, allowing him access.

“Good morning, Lorali.” His voice is pure sex, husky and sleepy.

“Morn…oh!” I can’t even finish my greeting because his fingers are now slipping into my folds in exploration.

“Something wrong?” I can feel him grin against my shoulder.

He shows mercy on me and rests his hand on my thigh, allowing me time to respond, which would be great if my malfunctioning brain could piece together syllables. I shake my head and clutch his hand, moving it back to my center.

His fingers continue their exploration while he places delicate kisses on my neck, back and shoulder. His hips are grinding against me, his hot, throbbing cock looking and not finding what it needs. He’s slow and delicate this morning, taking his sweet time with my body.

It’s driving me mad!

I grip his hand tighter, trying to direct his gloriously thick fingers into me. He doesn’t allow for it. I shift my hips again, grinding my ass harder against his cock. He groans, but holds onto his willpower and continues his wickedly light touches around my pussy.

Doing my best to drive him into action, I pull my hand from on top of his and slide it behind me, grazing the side of his erection with my fingers. He moans again. Progress! The passionate noise he made in my ear drives me to grip his dick in my hand.

Before I can make one solid stroke with my hand from base to tip I’m thrown to my back, and Ian is on top of me, my hands are pinned above my head.

“You’re not running the show this morning, Lorali,” he says, running his tongue over my lips.

I lift my mouth to his. He grants me a sweet, gentle kiss. I attempt to deepen the kiss, and he pulls away. I maintain eye contact with him.

“Tsk, tsk, kitten.” His grin is from ear to ear as he lands sweet, soft kisses over my shoulder and down to my breast. A soft kiss heats my already puckered nipple. I close my eyes and arch into his mouth. The touch too faint and too brief leaves me bereft. It’s not what my body needs right now. I wiggle underneath him trying to gain some purchase against my throbbing clit, my empty core clenching, seeking to be filled.

He raises his body further away from me and laughs.

I glare at him, not taking my eyes away from his.

“What the hell, Ian?” He’s torturing me and it’s thrilling him!

“What’s wrong, baby?” He has a look of innocence on his face, but his eyes betray him. They’re filled with lust and need and how he’s wound up so tight and maintaining control is beyond me.

“I need you to fuck me!” He lands more delicate kisses on my breast bone and nipples.

“Is that so?” He pulls back and lets go of my hands. I bring my arms down as he sits back on his heels between my legs. I take in the sight of him and gasp.

Ian Hale has the most magnificent body. His rock-solid chest and abs compare to the work of a Roman sculptor; his ridiculous eight pack narrowing at his waist with lines of muscles pointing towards his groin. The previous thoughts I had about wanting to lick his neck are nothing compared to the thoughts I’m having now about the rest of him, which cause me to lick my lips with gusto.

The thing causing the most reaction from me is the intricately woven tribal tattoo that completely covers his left pec, shoulder, and bicep, ending just above the crease of his elbow. My eyes take forever to break away from his chest and arm.

He’s smiling at me by the time my eyes meet his; shaking his head at me apparently finding my visual exploration of his body amusing.

“Number one,” I say looking back down at his body. “If anyone had an inkling of what you’re hiding under your clothes, you’d win Denver’s Sexiest Man contest by a fucking landslide!”

“Is that so?” His eyes are sweeping my now exposed body.

I nod emphatically. “Without a doubt!”

“You seem to be overdressed. May I remedy that situation for us?” He’s driving me wild sitting back; his masculine hand is stroking his cock softly.

“Please,” I whisper, entranced by the motion.

He releases his grip on himself and runs his hands up the back of my thighs, leaving a vast trail of goose bumps in their wake. I lift my hips a mere fraction allowing him to grip my thong from the back and slide it from my body.

He carelessly tosses it to the side and sits back on his heels, his hands lingering on the inside of my thighs, and his eyes planted right at my core.

I hear another groan escape his lips. I smile knowing I’m affecting him as well.

“See something you like, Mr. Hale?” I wiggle my hips for added measure.

“Jesus, Lorali, I’ve hardly touched you and your hot pussy is weeping and ready to be filled!” He says it with reverence as he leans and grabs a condom. I do take in the fact, as he rolls it down his hard length, that it’s retrieved from a local pharmacy bag, and he has to open the box.

“Your body is so ready to be fucked. I know just how good that tight, sweet pussy is going to feel wrapped around my thick cock.” I shiver at his words, ready for him to follow through on his promises. “I bet she can’t wait to be pounded into my bed until she explodes in a bone-rattling release!”

“Please, Ian!” Now he has me begging for it. I’m too far gone to be embarrassed. “That’s exactly what I need!”

“Too bad, Lorali.” His controlled grin is back, and his hands are working their way across my inner thighs, never making contact with the very small piece of flesh that needs him the most. I whimper.

“That’s what I had in mind last night,” he lays softly against my chest, halting all movement of my quivering body. “Then you fell asleep in the car. Do you know how tortured I was laying your sleeping body in my bed, stripping you out of that ridiculously sexy dress, knowing I couldn’t touch you? Knowing I’d have to wait? I laid awake for over an hour, begging my hard-on to go down so I could sleep. Then you wake up this morning and wiggle your soft ass against him and think for one minute you’re going to get what you want?” He breaks his eye contact with me to lick down my neck and pull my earlobe through his teeth. “Wrong,” he whispers in my ear.

He decreases the space between our lower bodies enough to torture me by running his hot cock along the seam of my pussy. I attempt to maneuver myself into position to ensure penetration on his next sweep and his body stills.

“Lorali.” He chastises me. “Do you want my cock?” His face is above mine, inches away as he settles down, his forearms on either side of my body

I close my eyes and nod my head slowly. Praying he takes mercy on my desperately empty body and gives it to me. I’m shivering but not from the cold. My body is struggling with the anticipation of him being inside me and the opposite end of the spectrum; if he denies me.

“Then you’ll take it how I plan to give it.” He glides his hips back, running his heat over me again and on the upward stroke glides into me whisper soft.

My hands automatically reach up and grip his muscular shoulders, my fingers curling into him, not caring if I break the skin with my nails. He rests his forehead against mine, and I can tell he’s struggling for control as well.

He waits for what seems like years before he starts to move. He pulls out all the way to the tip, but he eases into me gently, the complete opposite of the hard thrusts from last night. His mouth finds mine, and he kisses me with such adoration that my body begins to settle into his beautiful love making.

The slow skillful rocking of his hips and his ability to hit that wonderfully sensitive spot inside me, cause my body to tighten around him. Sensation takes over, and an orgasm cascades through me. I hold on to him tighter with my arms and wrap my legs around his hips.

He’s watching me from above; his heavy-lidded eyes seem to be looking into my soul. “So beautiful,” he says before pressing his lips to mine, kissing me. His forearms are under my back, his strong hands gripping over the top of my shoulders. He pulls his face from mine, his eyes are closed, a soft moan leaves his lips, and I can feel his erection jerking inside of me, his thrusts continue to slow until he comes to a rest, still fully seated inside me.

He lowers his mouth to mine again, taking his time tasting me and soothing me after such a passionate session. He rolls over in the bed and pulls me with him until I’m sprawled across his chest.

“That was…” I can’t even find the words. I’ve read about passionate lovemaking in books a hundred times over but never had any desire to go slow, fearing my release would never come without aggressive stroking and attention.

“Amazing,” he says into the crown of my head, planting another kiss there.

I’m leisurely running my fingers up and down his stomach, entranced by the way his muscles jump when I touch them. I tilt my head, and my focus turns to the amazing tattoo on his chest and arm. My index finger traces the design.

“This tattoo is awesome,” I whisper. “Definitely makes you at least ten percent hotter than you are with clothes on.” I rest my chin on his chest so I can see his face.

“Only ten percent hotter?” He feigns disappointment.

All I can do is grin. He seems manly naked under me. The business suit gives him power and an air of authority but seeing him like this is heaven. I do my best to commit him to memory.

“Shower?” He asks as he reaches down and pecks a kiss to my nose.

“Sure.” He slides off the bed, and I can tell he’s still at half-mast. This should be interesting I think as we walk into the ensuite bathroom, let’s see how much cleaning actually goes on in there!