Page 42 of Space Oddities

Then it’s off, dragged down my legs, the cold, wet fabric leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Or maybe that’s from Ian, whose lips have traveled lower as well, kissing above the thatch of hair on my mound, pushing my legs open wider as I step out from my suit.

His tongue flicks out, grazing my clit.

“Dear Lord.” My shoulders drop back against the door.

“I would devour you right here, right now,” Ian says, kissing and licking, “but I’m not going to lie, my knees are killing me.”

I look down, realizing he’s kneeling on the textured concrete of the patio floor, and laugh.

“You think that’s funny, huh?” He rises, picking me up again.

Like muscle memory, my legs wrap around his waist, his perfect, beautiful penis rubbing against me, making me whimper.

With one hand, he reaches out and opens the kitchen door. The cold air from the air-conditioning hits my skin, intensifying the chills running across it but doing nothing to douse the heat from within.

Striding across the kitchen, Ian walks to where his wallet and keys are. Still holding me, he flips open his wallet, sliding out a condom.

“Always prepared, huh?” I ask, still smiling.

He gives me a quick kiss before walking back toward the TV room. “You guys are always calling me Captain America. He’s the quintessential boy scout, right? Always prepared?”

I answer with another kiss, this one not a peck. Ian has to stop and prop me against the pantry door to give the kiss his full attention before finishing his trek to the living room.

Our pillow and blanket fort is still strewn out across the floor. “I’m going to show you exactly what I wanted to do to you last night.” He lays me down, the soft chenille fabric making my over-sensitized body writhe like a cat. “You’re going to see just how much I held back.”

“Don’t hold back.” I reach up to pull him down. “Don’t hold back,” I repeat, not sure if I’m talking to him or to myself.

We kiss, our hands rapidly exploring once more, wanting to touch and be touched everywhere and all at once. Breaking free from my mouth, Ian sucks and bites a trail down my neck, across my collarbone, and between my breasts, which he tweaks with his hands, before finally reaching where I need him most.

He slides his hands under my ass, lifting me to his mouth. Sunlight streams in through the large windows, my legs wide and open, every line and imperfection of my body on display. I’ve never been so exposed to a man before, physically or emotionally. And yet there’s no panic. I feel safe.

I want more.

His tongue curls inside me, flicking up and out to circle my clit. Up and down, back and forth. Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, my hips twitching, unsure if I want more or less, his lips encircle it and suck.

I break apart with a scream.

My body tenses while pleasure wraps around me. Ian raises his head, watching me climax, kissing my hips, my thighs, my belly. The palm of his hand presses against me, intensifying the orgasm. “That’s it,” Ian praises me. “So beautiful.”

When I’m boneless against the pillows, he covers me. As we kiss, I hear the telltale crinkle of plastic, his shoulders and arms shifting between us as he slides the condom on. He notches himself against my opening.

“Trish.” Ian’s breath hot against my skin. “Tell me this is okay. Tell me you want this.”

Never more serious in my life, I stare into his blue eyes. “I want this.”

He thrusts in, hard and fast. My inner walls, still pulsing from my earlier orgasm, grab him tightly. He swivels his hips, his long, lean swimmer’s body pressing against mine.

“Please,” I beg. “Move. I need…” My nails claw at his back.

“What do you need, Trish? Tell me what you need.” Ian pulls back, then pushes forward with a shallow thrust. “I want to give you everything you need.”

“More. Harder.” I grab his face in my hands, staring into his eyes again. “I need more of you.Now.”

I can only imagine how wild my eyes must look as Ian answers my demand, pounding into me, my small body jerking with each surge of his hips.

I scream, my heels digging into his ass, trying to get him deeper, trying to let him reach inside me, touch me where no one else has before.

It isn’t until we both go hoarse from our orgasms, our breathing evening out as we pant from excursion, that I realize Ian already has.

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