Page 5 of Not About That Life
“Protection.” Ian casually replies. “They’re going to make sure we’re not interrupted.”
“Interrupted?” I ask. “What are we about to do?”
Ian walks behind me and begins to unbutton my sundress. “Whatever you want to do.”
My body becomes aflame when I realize what’s going on. We couldn’t have been at a more beautiful place to explore our love. “And security?”
“They’ll be in the vicinity but they won’t be too close to us,” Ian finishes unbuttoning my dress and leads me to an open area in the middle of the Japanese gardens. There are lit candles in a large circle. It looks like a dream sequence from a TV show or movie.
It’s not. It’s my real life. I’m about to make love to my fiancée in the botanical gardens. I couldn’t think of a more beautiful sight.
Ian leads me to the circle and we carefully step inside. We slowly undress each other and stand naked, just staring at each other and breathing in the moment. We’re both naked, in nature, and we’re about to make love. I feel the intensity of the moment and resist the temptation to pinch my skin to see if I’m dreaming. I’m not. This is so very real.
We kneel down at the same time; our eyes don’t leave each others. I feel the desire pooling at the vee of my sex and I wonder how long I could hold out before it’ll be too much for me to bear. I know Ian will guide me along the way as he’s always done.
“You’re so beautiful, angel,” he cups my face. His blue eyes illuminated in the darkness and I feel the heat blistering on my skin. I suddenly wanted his hands all over me.
I reached out and caressed his face, tracing my finger along the bridge of his broad nose, caressing his cheeks, and trailing my hands down to his muscular chest. He was a real-life sculpture, absolutely chiseled and solid everywhere. Not too muscular and quite lean, but rather, perfect.
I’ve never studied his body before and not like this. It’s truly a work of art and I’m blessed each time I get to see it and feel all of it.
Ian cradled my face and pulled me closer to him. His lips swept against mine before he finally devoured them. His tongue swept the inside of my mouth, tasting and exploring me. I fell backwards and he caught me as he laid his body on top of mine.
His hands and fingers explored everywhere. They circled my breasts, stroked my tummy, caressed my thick thighs, before they finally found my sex. He softly cupped it while his hot mouth explored my neck.
I softly moaned, very cognizant of where I am and who was around. I didn’t know how many people were here to witness our public excursion nor did I think about potential cameras and another audience. I didn’t know if my moans were appropriate despite what was going on.
“Angel…” Ian placed a series of kisses all over my neck and chest before he looked down at me. “…don’t be polite.”
He wanted me to be as raw and vulnerable as I could be in the open air. To fuck him like nobody was listening or possibly watching us. It was a new me. It was an uninhibited and unbridled Domi.
I needed to stop being afraid and start taking more risks. Why was I holding back when I have everything I could want?
Before I could respond with an answer, Ian’s lips crushed mine again and his tongue once more sweetly explored the inside of my mouth. He trailed his tongue down my neck, circling each nipple before leading down to my sex.
He spread my legs apart and kisses my inner thighs before resting his head on my left knee. I feel the soft stubble of his beard against my thigh. His fingers softly stroked my wet slit and his face was relaxed. I wonder what he’s thinking about, what’s running through that brilliant mind of his, and how he’s truly feeling?
Before I can ask, I feel his fingers circle my swollen nub and my body began to ride to the steady motion. I tried to grasp at the grass, even pulling some from the roots. My body writhed to each movement of his fingers, causing sharp gasps and moans from me while I felt his eyes studying my reaction.
“I love how wet you get for me,” his British accent moaned, “so tight, and all for me.”
He was damn right it was all for him. Any day, any time, any way he wanted it.
Ian slid a finger into my tight channel and I was about to do a praise break. A loud moan ripped out of my throat and I couldn’t keep quiet even if I tried. One hand steadied me as he played with my pussy, caressing and stroking it like it was a new toy.
“I want you to beg me, angel.” He dared. “Beg me to let you come.”
Oh shit…I panted and gripped the grass more. This was only his fingers on me and there was more pleasure to be had. Knowing Ian, he probably rented the gardens for the rest of the night.
That meant he had all night to toy with me. I was more than ready.
My toes curled as my body began to spasm. His thumb circled my clit and I felt the heat boiling inside of my belly. My body began to coil up into tight springs and I was about to explode at any moment.
“You want to come, don’t you, angel?” He murmured. “You want me to give you that release you’re seeking. Look at how your body is reacting to just my fingers and I’ve barely touched you.”
He was taunting me. In the open air. With who knows how many people standing guard? He wanted me to lose control before him.
Still, I held back.
