Page 6 of Not About That Life
I found myself unbelievably on guard. Maybe my emotions were still raw from the past 48 hours. Maybe I was more vulnerable than I thought I was. But I couldn’t give in, not yet.
If Ian wanted me to come, he was going have to work for it.
I sighed and my body relaxed. I know I couldn’t hold off much longer and sooner than later, my body was going to betray me. I needed to teach Ian a lesson. I wasn’t always going to give in. I wasn’t always going to let him have control. There were going to be times he would have to bow down to me as well.
“Angel…” He inserted another finger inside me and I nearly lost it. “…don’t be shy.”
It was a battle I’m losing and I would be a gracious loser this time. The thought remained in my head – I needed to start pushing back in our relationship before people think Domi is short for Doormat.
His fingers circled me again and I just nearly lost my will. I had to beg. He was silently demanding it. His fingers were relentless. I felt the intensity of his eyes boring holes into me as my body slowly but surely began to betray me.
The growls bubbled in my throat. My moans became helpless and hungry. I was breathless, wanton, and panting. My body couldn’t take anymore and it was about to come whether I wanted to.
“Can I please come?” I begged. I thought I would feel humiliated but instead, I felt strangely empowered by it.
“You may,” he answered and the orgasm exploded out of my body. I softly moaned and my skin was heated to the touch. Before I could come back down to earth, I felt Ian’s tongue sweep across my slit, opening me up as his hands curled underneath my thighs. His tongue laps me up so gentle and tender before he rapidly flicks on it.
He wants me to come again and rather quickly. I wouldn’t have time to protest, not that I would want to. I’m carried to another plane once again as Ian’s tongue flattens at times, and it was long and pointy at others.
Heat billowed in my core once again as my body rode his glorious tongue. He licked and circled my clit, once again claiming ownership over my body and branding me his. He reached up and grabbed my breasts, softly pinching the nipples. He never said a word as he tasted me; his tongue did all of the talking he was going to do.
My soft mewls are full-bodied moans now and I no longer care who might hear me. My orgasm came quick and hard, rising me from the grass and slamming me back down on it. I’m panting, sweaty, and breathless. I just had two mind-blowing, earth-shattering, milly rockin’ orgasms. I need a breather.
I felt my legs move and I slowly opened my eyes to find Ian adjusting his position to enter me. I’m not getting a breather.
Ian’s kneeling and he pulls me up to him, so I’m sitting on his lap. He adjusts me so I sitting down on his hardened cock and I gasp at the girth and length of it. I could never get used to how big and thick he was. My eyes watered and my legs shook. My pussy quivered along the length of his, suckling at him, and we barely moved.
Whatever I felt, Ian felt it, too. His eyes softened and a low moan left his mouth. “Angel…” he softly shook his head. His lips met mine and we frantically kissed, ravaging each other’s mouths.
I began to move slightly, adjusting to his length and welcoming him once again. Ian’s hands wrapped held my waist, pressing me against his chest while my arms were around his neck. We moaned against each other’s mouths, occasionally locking eyes, and becoming one underneath the stars in the open air and candlelight.
I trembled as I moaned, increasing my tempo as I couldn’t get enough. I doubt I ever will. Ian is the only man I’ve ever been with and that won’t ever change. He fulfills my desires in ways I’d never known and could only read about. He is my lover and best friend.
Our breaths grow hard and fast in short pants with each thrust. He completely fills me, stretching me as far as I could go and my pussy is greedier for him. Ian guides me as I took the lead, controlling how much I would take and how often. He gladly accepted his role as follower and participant, instead of leader for once.
Our kisses became more intense as the need for release grew closer. Our tongues intertwined, our moans filled the air. Miniature white-hot explosions occurred within me as the climax rapidly approached. My sex became hungrier, more needy along his cock; suckling on it with each push and pull.
I could no longer hold back. My orgasm was going to be too strong, too powerful to deny, and there was no way I could hold it off. Ian thrust a few more times in me and I loudly came; my body shivering as the climax coursed through me, touching my soul and sending me back to earth.
Ian continued his relentless thrusts until he met his own climax. His body stilled and he moaned in my ear, kissing and nibbling on it. “Domi…” His British accent feathered my ears. “…what you do to me, angel…”
“What I do to you?” I giggle. “You’re the one that made me come three times just now! I don’t know if I’ll be able to walk out of here.”
“I’ll carry you,” he promises. We lock eyes again and I read Ian’s. He’s weathered a tremendous storm and it seems he’s finally at peace. I already feel it’s a brand-new him. “I love you, Dominique.”
“I love you, Ian.” We kiss each other again, savoring the moment, and realizing how special it is.
I close my eyes and held on tight as we softly rocked back and forth. Everything was almost perfect. I was with the man I loved, and we’re about to get married, hopefully soon.
Little did I know that moment would be one of the last times we would have that kind of peace in our relationship.
