them.
"Beautiful, baby," he moans as his lips graze my belly and then between my breasts as he raises back up.
"Ian, please." I can't wait much longer either. I need him inside of me too. It’s a need greater then I have ever felt.
"Tell me." His voice is low as he growls into my mouth. I grab the waist of his boxers and tug them down.
"Ian," I moan as his erection springs free. I become light headed at the sight of it. The veins are bulging; it is rigid and so very big. Wrapping one arm around my waist he lifts me onto the bed positioning me underneath him. He has a condom wrapper in his hand and is tearing it open with his teeth. Frantically he rolls it onto the tip and then pushes my legs open with his knees. I feel the bell of his cock press ever so lightly at my opening.
"This is going to be torture for me. I want in you so bad right now it hurts. But you are so fucking tight I'm going to go slow," he moans, searching my eyes for permission.
I nod. I want him in me and I don't care how he does it, just as long as he does.
He slowly pushes in a little stretching me around him. It feels so good my hips rise to meet him.
"Damn, Aubrey, I'm not going to be able to hold back if you keep doing that." He pushes in a little further, his dark eyes focused on me. "You feel so good baby, like nothing I have ever felt." He groans taking my lips thrusting his tongue in time with the small thrusts of his cock. Every movement he goes a little deeper making me feel so full, utterly taken by him.
There's pain the further he goes but it is good pain. I want all of him and I want it now.
"Ian, fuck me please!" Is all the permission he needs and he impales his cock deep inside me all the way to my core. "Oh God!" I scream at the invasion. He doesn't move until I start to writhe underneath him.
"You are mine, Aubrey," he growls into my ear, his face buried into my neck as he continues thrusting in and out of me. "Tell me you’re mine," he demands, eyes now on me as I am unconscious with pleasure.
"I'm yours." I don't care what he wants me to say right now, I would say anything for him. My hands are on his back, fingernails scraping at his skin about to come again.
"Oh God.......fuck yes, come for me again," he yells as all sense of time and space is lost to me. I convulse under him, feeling every pulsing inch as my insides squeeze and milk him. "Fuck." He growls again as he comes, a low moan escaping his throat. We are both slick with sweat and panting. His face is buried in my neck and his chest is pushing down on my breasts. Still buried deep inside of me, he rolls us over so I'm on top straddling him. My face is now resting on his firm chest and I feel him relax under me. His heart is beating so hard it sounds like a loud drum under my ear.
We are silent as our breathing returns to normal. After what feels like an hour, I roll off of him and my body instantly protests the loss. Ian removes the condom, ties it off, and leans over the bed to throw it away.
He's back at my side in seconds pulling me to him. I rest my head half on his chest and half on his arm. My fingers start tracing the tattoo on his right pec that I am just now noticing. It’s angel wings and has some inscription in what looks like Latin underneath. It's very beautiful and I want to ask him what it means, but I don't feel right. That seems too personal. Hell, what we just did was as personal as it gets and you can't ask him what his tattoo means? You are all kinds of fucked up, Aubrey Jackson .
"It
"Beautiful, baby," he moans as his lips graze my belly and then between my breasts as he raises back up.
"Ian, please." I can't wait much longer either. I need him inside of me too. It’s a need greater then I have ever felt.
"Tell me." His voice is low as he growls into my mouth. I grab the waist of his boxers and tug them down.
"Ian," I moan as his erection springs free. I become light headed at the sight of it. The veins are bulging; it is rigid and so very big. Wrapping one arm around my waist he lifts me onto the bed positioning me underneath him. He has a condom wrapper in his hand and is tearing it open with his teeth. Frantically he rolls it onto the tip and then pushes my legs open with his knees. I feel the bell of his cock press ever so lightly at my opening.
"This is going to be torture for me. I want in you so bad right now it hurts. But you are so fucking tight I'm going to go slow," he moans, searching my eyes for permission.
I nod. I want him in me and I don't care how he does it, just as long as he does.
He slowly pushes in a little stretching me around him. It feels so good my hips rise to meet him.
"Damn, Aubrey, I'm not going to be able to hold back if you keep doing that." He pushes in a little further, his dark eyes focused on me. "You feel so good baby, like nothing I have ever felt." He groans taking my lips thrusting his tongue in time with the small thrusts of his cock. Every movement he goes a little deeper making me feel so full, utterly taken by him.
There's pain the further he goes but it is good pain. I want all of him and I want it now.
"Ian, fuck me please!" Is all the permission he needs and he impales his cock deep inside me all the way to my core. "Oh God!" I scream at the invasion. He doesn't move until I start to writhe underneath him.
"You are mine, Aubrey," he growls into my ear, his face buried into my neck as he continues thrusting in and out of me. "Tell me you’re mine," he demands, eyes now on me as I am unconscious with pleasure.
"I'm yours." I don't care what he wants me to say right now, I would say anything for him. My hands are on his back, fingernails scraping at his skin about to come again.
"Oh God.......fuck yes, come for me again," he yells as all sense of time and space is lost to me. I convulse under him, feeling every pulsing inch as my insides squeeze and milk him. "Fuck." He growls again as he comes, a low moan escaping his throat. We are both slick with sweat and panting. His face is buried in my neck and his chest is pushing down on my breasts. Still buried deep inside of me, he rolls us over so I'm on top straddling him. My face is now resting on his firm chest and I feel him relax under me. His heart is beating so hard it sounds like a loud drum under my ear.
We are silent as our breathing returns to normal. After what feels like an hour, I roll off of him and my body instantly protests the loss. Ian removes the condom, ties it off, and leans over the bed to throw it away.
He's back at my side in seconds pulling me to him. I rest my head half on his chest and half on his arm. My fingers start tracing the tattoo on his right pec that I am just now noticing. It’s angel wings and has some inscription in what looks like Latin underneath. It's very beautiful and I want to ask him what it means, but I don't feel right. That seems too personal. Hell, what we just did was as personal as it gets and you can't ask him what his tattoo means? You are all kinds of fucked up, Aubrey Jackson .
"It
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