Page 43 of Hensley Manor
I snorted a laugh and buried my face in the crease of his neck. My cheeks were damp from crying, and though sadness still lingered in my chest, I felt…better. Talking about my family was a huge step forward.
“Be right back.” Ian kissed my head before standing up and leaving the room.
I lay down on my side, facing the fire, and propped my head up with a pillow from the bed. I wished I could talk to Lance right now and tell him about Ian. When I went back home to sort everything for my move, I’d talk to him. First thing I planned to do when I saw him, though, was kick his ass for changing his phone number and not telling me. I had emailed him, too, and got no response. He kind of sucked when it came to computers, though.
I’d need to find a job in Evergreen Valley. I doubted it’d be too difficult. Anything was better than the life-sucking job I currently had. Hell, maybe the fudge place was hiring. Or maybe the coffee shop. Just something to hold me over until I could find something more permanent.
Even though the future was a bit of a mystery, I found myself smiling at the possibilities. I no longer felt stuck in life.
Minutes later, Ian returned with a bottle of wine. He poured us a glass before positioning himself behind me; me between his legs and one of his arms around my front.
“At the party tomorrow,” he whispered in my ear, “I want to dance with you.”
“I don’t dance.”
“I’ll lead. Just follow me.”
Little did he know that I’d follow him anywhere.
We drank and talked. Talked about anything and everything. Now that I’d told him the hardest part of my past, I was an open book.
But talking wasn’t enough.
Ian was telling me about a new blueberry scone recipe he wanted to try when I kissed him, cutting him off mid-sentence. He softly groaned, and the sound shot to my dick. Fuck, I wanted him. Every bit of him, body and soul.
We couldn’t make it to the bed. His hands fumbled with my clothes and mine did the same to him, until we were naked and on top of each other. The fire kept out the chill, warming my bare skin as I straddled Ian’s hips.
The golden glow on his skin mesmerized me, and I traced the line of his collarbone before moving lower and taking hold of his erection. Thick with a silky, round head. I moved down his long body, kissing him as I went, and took him in my mouth. I moaned as his flavor burst on my tongue.
“That’s it, baby,” he said, tangling his fingers in my hair and lifting his hips to go farther down my throat.
I loved when he took what he wanted. It was hot as hell.
I sucked him, and when I felt him begin to shudder, I pulled off with a wetpop. Ian growled and flipped me to my back before sliding down my body. As he licked and sucked my cock, he prepped me with his fingers, stretching my ass with one, then two. And after using some lube to make the glide easier, he pushed three inside me.
“More,” I panted, staring down at him.
I’d never had sex by a fire before, but the heat from the flickering flames enhanced the burning lust inside my veins. I licked my lips as I watched Ian roll on a condom. He popped open the lid on the lube, and the sound had my legs opening wider. I was so fucking eager for Ian to be inside me.
When he slid a hand under my ass and propped me up a little before leaning over me, the breath left my lungs. It was the best kind of anticipation. The thick head of his cock pushed against my opening, and I exhaled, relaxing my muscles.
And then he was shoving inside me.
“Fuck!” I gasped and clung onto his shoulders, digging my nails into his warm skin. Pain morphed with pleasure, and with the wine buzzing in my veins, I was already on a sort of high.
Ian kissed my temple as he thrust forward, then back, then forward again. He was a perfect combination of rough and gentle as he made love to me on the pallet. Emotion welled inside me as I peered up into his eyes. He stared right back at me, his lips parting, and he caressed my cheek.
The intensity of my feelings for him hit me square in the chest, heightening my pleasure as he drove his cock into me. I was still too nervous to voice what that feeling was. I’d never loved someone before. Not like this.
Pressure built in the base of my shaft, and my thighs quaked. I tried to beg Ian to fuck me harder, faster, but I wasn’t able to speak. Wasn’t able to do anything other than hold onto him and lose myself in the sensations of being pounded so good I’d feel him for days to come.
“Right there?” Ian asked, after brushing against my sweet spot and making me whimper.
I nodded, breathing heavily. He locked his hips in position and drove his cock into me over and over, each thrust hitting my prostate. I came within seconds, emitting sounds I’d never even heard before. That’s the level offucked my brains outIan sent me to.
Our mouths slammed together as I rode the waves of orgasm, and then Ian was coming, too. His pace faltered, and he broke from my lips with a grunt, dropping his head to my collarbone as his cock pulsed inside of me.
Afterward, he helped me off the floor and led me into the bathroom. As he sat on the edge of the claw foot tub and started the water, I leaned against the counter and watched him. My stomach was sticky and my ass ached, but I found myself grinning like a fool.
