Page 54 of Homecoming

Would I ever get used to that?

God, I hoped not.

“Ian,” I muttered, wetting my lips.

I needed him to stop.

I needed him to do more.

“I’m here, baby,” he whispered. “Tell me. Tell me what you need.”

The battle was raging inside me.

I knew that was something important he needed to know.

Something we needed to address.

But, for the life of me, I couldn’t think what that was.

I reached up and took hold of his wrist. And with enormous effort, I dragged his hand away from my chest.

And right down to the center of me.

“Fucking hell.” The sound of his growl only intensified my need. “Soaking.”

I spread my legs apart to give him more room to work his magic.

God, I loved waking up to him.

I expected him to play with his hand a little, until he had me on the verge of breaking apart.

But he didn’t do that.

Suddenly, I was yanked down the bed, my head hitting the pillows, and Ian was looming over me.

With sleep still lingering in his beautiful eyes, he said, “I’m sorry baby. I’ll make it up to you later.”

Before I had a chance to ask what the hell he was talking about, he pushed in.

“Ian,” I sighed before he leaned down and kissed me.

He started moving slowly, cherishing every move.

“Fuck, you feel like heaven,” he said into the skin of my neck.

I raised my legs, hitching them to his waist. With my hands on his ass, I pushed him with his every inward stroke.

When that didn’t do the trick to make him speed up the pace, I turned my head and into his ear, I whispered, “Honey, I need you to fuck me.”

It was like the start of a race.

He went wild instantly.

After three savage pushes, I came undone. I was sure I would lose myself forever and I never wanted the feeling to end.

I came down to Ian nibbling on my neck and after he gave one, two, three, four almighty pushes, he stilled and groaned into my skin.

We stayed that way for a few moments.