Beautiful Fate. CK Marie
grabs my breasts, twisting and pulling on my nipples. I lean forward so he can take them in his mouth…swirling his tongue around, them then he bites down grasping it between his teeth, his tongue flicking it. My orgasm is rising again. I ride harder, taking him as deep as I can. I lift myself, only keeping the tip of his cock within me…with all I have, I slam myself down on him.
“OH FUCK, VANESSA!” He screams.
I grind on him…keeping him deep inside of me. I can’t hold back any longer, the friction of his cock against my sex is overwhelming. I can feel the heat every time I move. The pressure is there, rising up one last time…I come down hard…the explosion releases. My juices pouring from my sex all over his cock, he bucks his hips up thrusting deeper inside of me. I hear his growl as he pushes up harder…then I feel it…his orgasm pouring out inside of me.
He pulls me down to his chest and rolls us to our sides, his cock still buried inside of me. My sex still clenching it tight…I can feel his pulse beating inside me.
“How do you feel? Are you okay?”
I look into his eyes. “I’m fine, better than fine actually. As for how I feel, I don’t know. I can’t describe it; it’s nothing I have ever felt before.”
He says nothing, he just brings me closer to him…holding me tight.
We lay there in silence for a long while. I can feel the exhaustion of my day setting in. I fall asleep wrapped tight in Ian’s arms.
Chapter Thirteen
I open my eyes, the first thing I see is Ian…he’s awake, lying there staring at me.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” He says brushing his finger over my lips.
I smile, I don’t want to speak…do not want to move. I just want to stay here wrapped in Ian’s arms. I bury my head in his chest.
“Are you hiding from me, Vanessa?”
“No. I like it here, it feels good.”
He squeezes me tighter. “Let’s go shower, I promise we will make it back to the bed.”
Another first for me, I have never showered with anyone…hell, Shayne never even came into the bathroom while I showered. Ian picks me up and cradles me in his arms. “I do know how to walk,” I tell him.
“And I prefer you in my arms.” He says as he makes his way to the bathroom.
“This bathroom is bigger than my bedroom!”
He laughs at my excitement. “Would you prefer a shower or a bath?”
I glance around, there’s an old-fashioned claw tub in the middle of the room…at the back, there’s a huge shower. I notice all the shower heads coming out from the back and side walls. Oh, that would have to feel amazing. “I’ll take a shower,” I tell him.
He places me down just outside the door and reaches in to start the water. “Can all the shower heads be on at once?”
Laughing at me again…“Yes but not until the door is shut.”
As soon as the water is hot, he takes my hand and steps in, closing the door. He turns and pushes me up against the wall, his lips crashing into mine. Grabbing my hips, he pulls me up; I wrap my legs around his waist. Even with the water pouring down on us I can feel how wet my sex already is. With one push he slams his cock into me.
I break my lips from his…the impact is so hard and goes so deep. I let out a scream, but not because it hurts… no, it’s a scream of pleasure.
“Does that feel good?”
“Oh god, yes!” I yell out in pleasure.
He presses me harder against the wall, his cock thrusting into me fast and hard. It doesn’t take long before I feel my orgasm climbing. I can’t hold it back; I dig my nails into him as my sex explodes. He keeps pushing deeper into me, I clench tighter around him, and he let’s go…releasing himself deep inside of me. My head falls onto his shoulder. “Don’t put me down,” I tell him. “I don’t think my legs can hold me right now.” He walks over to the bench and sits me down. Grabbing a loofah, he squeezes some body wash onto it. Starting at my neck, working his way down my body. “That feels good,” I tell him as he’s lowering the loofah down between my legs he glides it over my sex.
“How does that feel?”
“Hmmm.” I moan. He doesn’t stay there, he continues downward going to his knees so he can reach my feet. Making his way back up, he stops midway spreading my folds…he takes his tongue and strokes it over my clit.
“You’re sore?”
“Just a little.”
“Looks like I overworked this sweet little pussy.”
“Yes, maybe...but I’d do it all over again.”
Pulling me up to my feet he takes me under the shower heads. He wets my hair and starts to wash it.
“Stay with me today, Vanessa.”
“Ian, I can’t I have to go to work.”
“Call off.” He says in a pleading voice.
“I can’t.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be having dinner with me tonight?”
“Yes, but that’s tonight.”
“Well then, just tell Bret you are taking the day to show me places.”
“That could work, but I would still have to go to the office and pick up the list.”
“I see.”
After he rinses my hair, he quickly washes then turns off the water.
He reaches out and grabs a towel and dries me, then wraps the towel around his waist. “Go lay down while I put coffee on or would you prefer tea?”
“Coffee sounds great, thank you.” I climb into bed, gathering the pillows to prop myself up.
Sitting here alone I start to think about everything that’s happened since last night...my fight with Shayne…I still don’t know if he was serious about calling off the wedding, but does it matter? If I honestly loved him, I wouldn’t have done what I did. I wouldn’t be here right now in another man’s bed. A man I barely know, a man who makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. I need to figure this out. What is this between Ian and me? I already know there’s nothing between Shayne and me anymore… I can’t go back, not now. I decide not to sit and wait for him to return. I grab a robe and head downstairs… I need to talk to Ian.
Halfway down I stop; I hear him talking to someone.
“Yes that sounds good, you have my email if you could send them ASAP. I’d like to get an early start. I appreciate that.”
He’s obviously on the phone…I stay on the stairs and wait.
“Excellent. Thank you, Bret.”
BRET! Is he talking to my boss!?
I hear him set his phone down. Slowly making my way downstairs, I hear my phone start to ring.
Shit! I hurry down into the kitchen, grabbing my phone from my purse.
“Hello.”
“Good morning, Vanessa.”
“Morning, Bret.”
“Ian just called me, told me he has freed up his day, the two of you are going to check out potential homes.”
“Did he now?”
“Just wanted to let you know I’m emailing him the list I put together. So, there is no need to come in.”