and is trying to slip under the waist of my skirt. He finds the zipper on the side and I hear the metallic sound of it being undone. I move my hips up so he can pull the skirt off of me. Bending my knees, he slips it all the way off and tosses it over his shoulder.
His eyes are on me as I am now bare, except for my white lacy thong and the bra that is not covering anything. My whole body is on fire as his eyes roam over me.
He moves back to my lips taking me in another kiss as his hand moves under my thong. One finger slips into me and then out to spread my wetness to my clit. Oh my God, it is like nothing I have ever experienced. He moves his thumb slowly over my clit as his lips are on mine.
"You are so wet. Do you know how much it turns me on that you are so wet for me, baby?" Ian growls moving his lips down my throat as he continues his slow torturous movement of his thumb. He slips his finger into me again and then another, thrusting in and out.
"You are so soft and tight." His tongue now circling my nipple, and he bites down gently on the hard bud making my hips thrust into his hand. "Come for me, Aubrey. I want you to come." The combination of his smell, his hand, and his lips on me make me do just that. It is mind blowing as liquid hot lava bursts through my body.
"Oh. My. God. Ian." His eyes meet mine as my body is jerking wildly under his expert touch. He is still fully clothed and I want to feel him. I want to rip his clothes off of him now and return the favor of the amazing gift he gave me.
His hand leaves my sex and I feel the loss immediately. All I want is for him to be there again. He draws his finger that was just inside of me to his lips and puts it in his mouth tasting me. Then he puts it in my mouth, slowly drawing it back and forth through my lips and over my tongue allowing me to taste my arousal. It so fucking sexy and intimate having his long, strong finger in my mouth as he watches me suck on it.
"You taste so sweet," he says removing his finger to claim my mouth with his as he dives his tongue deep into me. I move my hands down his chest and start fumbling with the buttons. He doesn't leave my mouth and I finally complete my task. Running my hands up his tight abs, every muscle defined beneath my fingers, I feel him tremble under my touch.
He helps me by shrugging out of his shirt then stands up to remove his trousers. That is when I get a good look at him. He is a god; a magnificent, muscular god. My breath hitches at the sight of him. His arms are bulging muscles covered in tanned golden skin. His pecs and washboard abs are tight and end in one of the most mouth watering v-cuts I have ever seen. His boxer briefs are straining, holding in his erection. I admire the view for a few seconds before I move to the edge of the bed.
"You are beautiful," I whisper as I wrap my arms around his waist and place a kiss on his tight stunning stomach. His hands are in my hair and I hear him groan so deep that it makes his body vibrate under my touch. He reaches for me, pulling me to stand in front of him, my face in his hands as he slowly kisses me. I know he is having a hard time holding back, but he is keeping his promise of going slow.
His strong hands run up my back where he unclasps my bra and tugs it off my shoulders. Then they slide down my back to my ass. The sound he makes is so very urgent and so very primal.
"I can't wait much longer. I need to be inside you." He growls kneeling in front of me.
"Yes, Ian, please," I answer gasping for air as he is slides my thong down my legs, steadying me as I step out of
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