Out of the Ashes (15 page)

I couldn’t be happier with my position.  “Ian,
” I whisper. “I need to tell you something.” 

Those words stop him in his tracks and he looks down into my eyes.  “What’s wrong,
love?”  His endearment makes my heart want to burst.  “I just wanted you to know that, well, before that night with you it had been awhile for me.” I cast my glance down to his throbbing cock only to see it now appears even larger.  “I know we’ve been here before and this may seem silly now.  But… Well you’re huge; okay there I said it.  Don’t you dare laugh at me.” 

“
Celeste, the last thing I would ever do in a situation like this is laugh at you.  Plus I would never think my size is a laughing matter.  I’m glad you think I’m huge.”  I pull his lips toward mine.  “Whoa, whoa, whoa though, before you go distracting me I want to talk about what a while is.  Are we talking a few months, a year what?  And no I won’t be upset, jealous maybe, but mostly I want to know so I don’t hurt you.  God, I feel like such a fool for last time.  I’m sure I was rough.  Unfortunately, though that night we weren’t doing much talking.”

Turning my head because I know I
’ll look like an even bigger fool when I say it and I can’t look him in the eye, so I just blurt it out, “It’s been over 3 years.” 

“Hmm. 
No one for three years… Except that one time with me.  Sweetheart, I’m not going to lie and say that I don’t intend to keep it that way.  But just the one night in all that time, you must be a ball of nervous energy.  Even with that it has been three months.”

“Well,
” I look at him sheepishly, “I never said I didn’t have an orgasm for three years, or the last three months, just sex.  There are other ways without a man, you know.”

“I fucking knew it
; you took care of yourself on the airplane, didn’t you?  Damn it, I knew I should have hired a private plane instead of flying commercial.  And then tonight, the shower?  I thought that’s what those noises were but then you are always been so demure, blushing when I say outrageous things to you. I just kept telling myself that my mind was playing tricks.”  He stops and stares at me.  The panty dropping smile is back only I’ve got none on to drop.

I nod my head to his un-asked question.  “Yes, Ian. I’m coming.”  I repeat the words that I said to him while I was having an orgasm thinking about him.

“Oh, that is so fucking hot.  Were you thinking of me while you touched that sweet pussy?  Did you imagine it was my fingers doing this to you?”

I’m soaking the bed by this point in the conversation and Ian
reaches down and parts my folds and gently slides a finger into me.  “Ah, you’re pussy is so damn tight.  Oh, this is going to feel so good.”

“Ian?”

“Yeah, sweetheart.”  I can see on his face that he slightly afraid we will be delayed again but that is not what I want to tell him this time.

“I want to feel you in me.  No condom
this time.  I’m on birth control and I’m clean; I was checked three years ago and as you now know you’re the first since then.”

“Well
, I’ve never gone without one.  And this is going to sound bad but don’t dwell on it right now, I do get checked every six months.”

The time for talking is over.  We both know what we want and we are going to take it.  His finger starts pumping in and out of me again. 
His thumb rubbing my clit in small circles.  He slips in another finger and I feel the sensations start to build low in my stomach.  “Ah Ian, I want you.” 

“
Patience, we have all night and I want to see you come undone for me.”  With those words my orgasm rips through me, my pussy tightens around his fingers, which continue to pump until the tremors stop.  “You are incredible.”  He says pulling me toward him and claiming my mouth hard. 

I moan into his kiss.  “Oh god, Ian!”  Then his mouth is gone; I feel sadness for a moment but
that feeling is gone soon enough as his mouth clamps down over my nipple, heating up my core once more and making me wet for him.  His mouth travels to the other breast where he licks and sucks until I am writhing on the bed beneath him. 

“Hmm. You like that, huh?” 

“Yes, Ian, oh god yes!”  I’m having an out of body experience and I’m not sure how much more I can take.  His head continues down my stomach kissing, sucking and nipping at my skin all the way.  Then his skilled tongue finds my clit and gives it a few light flicks.  “Ah, god!”  I scream; I can’t help it.  I feel like I’m going to split in two; the sensation is so intense.  And then his tongue enters me.  He pulls back for a moment and I shudder at the sudden loss of his mouth.  “Your pussy is so small and tight; I’m really going to enjoy thrusting my tongue in there.”  And he drops his head back down and does just that.  I feel his tongue thrusting in and out of me.  That familiar pressure grows higher and higher.  When his thumb begins the small circles over my clit again, I’m lost.  The orgasm barrels through me like an avalanche, absolutely unstoppable.  I throb and tremble and it shows no sign of stopping.  His finger stills and he brings his mouth up to mine letting me taste myself while giving me some time to recover.

“Are you ready,
gorgeous?  Once we go here, you’re mine.  No going back. You sure this is what you want?”

“Ian,” I whimper.  “I want you.  Now. In me.”  The words come
out in breathless pants; I’m starting to feel the exhaustion of our efforts and the day of travel wash over me.  Then he positions himself at my weeping opening and I’m pulled back from sleep, very aware as he gives me what I’ve asked for.  He thrusts in hard and sharp.  “Ah god, you’re huge.” 

“Oh
, I will never get tired of hearing that,” he laughs.  I try to move my hips but he pins them down with his.  “Just a minute, sweetheart.  I wasn’t joking when I said you’re small and tight.  Just let me fill you up for a moment and get used to it before we really start moving.”  He’s filling me all right.  I thought from the initial thrust that he was all the way in but he presses forward some more.  Shit, how much more does he have to go?  As if reading my mind, he says “Just a little further.  Is this okay?” 

“Ah,
Ian, god, fuck.”  My language is disintegrating, my brain no longer able to connect to my mouth. 

“Again something I
’ll never get tired of hearing.” Then he starts to move and I mean really move.  His cock pulsing in me as he pulls it in and out, dragging it across my sensitive flesh.   The sensation of skin on skin is amazing. He lowers down to his elbows and takes my breast in his mouth, licking circles around the nipple before sucking it into his mouth.  He pumps into me with harder, faster strokes.  I cannot believe the sensations that are building in body again.  Holy shit! Three orgasms in one night is all I can think as I feel my muscles contract and I prepare for what’s coming. 

“Ah Ian
, so good, fuck.” 

Apparently his brain and mouth are having trouble too because his response is “Fuck Celeste.  Oh fuck.”  And with those words
, I explode around him.  My already tight opening squeezing him further tipping him over the edge and he spills his cum in me.  The warm sensation filling me up. 

“That was…
” But there are no words for what that was. 

He look
s down at me.  “You are mine.  Now that I have touched, tasted and fucked this pussy, I don’t plan to ever let you go.” 

While three years ago, possessive words
and actions sent me running.  This time I can tell they are coming from a place of love.  This man can have me.  I want nothing more than to give myself to him over and over again.  I doubt I’ll ever tire of him.  It’s with those thoughts that I drift off into the most peaceful sleep I’ve had in three years.

Sometime later I am woken by two large hands wrapped around my hips, lifting them from the bed.
A sudden panic fills me before I process the scene. Though my brain is still sleepy, I feel Ian position himself at my opening.  “Woman, you’re killing me.  You’re already soaking.”  He says as he plunges into me.  “Were you dreaming of me?”  I give him a satisfied moan and nod in response.  “Only me.”  He whispers as he withdraws and plunges in over and over.  Already I feel my orgasm building so I push back against him.  His hands around my hips pull me back harder and he crashes into me.  Then he takes one hand around to find my breast and play with the nipple.

He begins to move faster but still with punishing hard strokes to my core.  ‘I love you’; the words rattle around in my brain. 
I’m not entirely sure where they came from, only I hope that I haven’t said them out loud.  A few more strokes against my sensitive walls and I am lost in sensation.  My pussy pulsating around him, gripping him and then he is lost too, spilling himself inside me.

“Ms. Brooks?”  I hear Ian calling from the dining room.  Shit, did he just say...  No, I smile and roll over thinking about last night.  “Ms. Brooks, do you ever plan to leave
my
bed?”  Crap, his voice sounds serious and agitated.  I can’t imagine what has brought on this sudden change.  Though last time he slept with me, he was gone before I woke up.  Since we’re on this trip together sharing this suite, there’s no way he could do that now.  But after everything…  That little voice of insecurity is doing nothing to help me now.  Jumping up, I realize I don’t have any clothes in here except the robe I had on after my shower last night.  Well, it will have to do.  I pick it up, tying the belt tight around my waist and walk out to the dining room.

“Ah, Ms. Brooks, so
glad you could join me.  I ordered us breakfast.  We need to eat and then there are some things that we need to discuss.”  His tone is completely business-like though he’s sitting there in nothing but some loose fitting pajama bottoms.  My skin prickles at his words and I feel like something is suddenly gone very wrong.  An ominous feeling washes over me. 

I don’t understand how after last night but this Ian is very much like the one that appeared in the limo just seconds after our kiss.  Well, if there are things we need to discuss, I’m certainly not going to being doing it while he is fucking shirtless.
  My anger is starting to take over.  Without a word I turn and walk back into his room; after riffling through a couple of his drawers I find a t-shirt.  I walk back out and promptly throw it in his face.

He picks up the shirt, gives it a look and then looks at me.

“If we are going to talk then you need to put some clothes on.”  I say my tone flat and harsh.

“Why, sweetheart?  Is this all,” he gestures to his firm chest and rock solid abdomen, “just too distracting for you? 
What would you say if I went in your room and went through your drawers because I happen to know that underneath that robe is the softest skin I have ever touched?”  His tone is slightly more playful now but I can’t tell what’s going on in his head.  The light smile fades from his face and is replaced by the stoic look he had when I first came out of the bedroom.  “Sit, eat, then we need to talk.”

I push my breakfast around my plate for a little while; taking a few bites.  He hasn’t said anything else, just staring at me in between the small bites he’s been taking.  I’m not even sure if
he knows what he’s eating at this point because his eyes never leave my body.  Growing uncomfortable under his intense stare, I rise and walk over to the couch.  My mind is immediately in the worst possible place.  He thinks it was a mistake; it really was all a mistake, him telling me about the interviews; me telling him about lying to him before but especially him making love to me again. I guess he is living up to his playboy rep and really did just want in my pants. I hang my head in my hands.  I refuse to cry anymore over this man and I will definitely not cry in front of him.  Feeling my resolve strengthen, I feel him come and sit next to me.

“So Ms. Brooks, last night was… interesting.”  Interesting?  Not at all the word I would use for last night.  Earth moving, shattering, best sex in the history of the world?  Definitely! 
But interesting?  No, not what I would call it at all.

“Ian, is everything all right?  Are you having second thoughts about what we did?”  I c
an’t keep the sadness out of my voice at the thought of him seeing this all as yet another mistake.  My eyes begin to well up despite my earlier efforts and promise not to do this in front of him.  I feel a hand reach out and pull one of mine from my face but I still can’t bear to look up at him for fear of what I will see.

“Ms. Brooks, I would prefer to look you in the eye while we have this conversation.”  He reaches for my other hand but I turn my whole bo
dy from him.  I am seriously considering jumping up and running to my room and locking the door. But he’s blocking my escape, sitting between my bedroom door and me.

“Sweetheart?”  I hear his voice soften as he tentatively says the word.  He melts my heart with his endearment but I don’t think I can take another crack in it.  One more break and I
’ll be ruined forever.

“Please
, Celeste,” he says taking both my hands in one of his and using the other to lift my chin so he can find my eyes.  “Your eyes are most the glorious green I’ve ever seen.  I watch them change with all your moods toward me.  The gold flecks in them seem to flare when you’re angry, they dim slightly when you’re frustrated, and when you’re happy the sparkle in them rivals the most perfect emerald.  But the way they look right now is something I could go the rest of my life without ever seeing again.  I’m sorry, angel.  Please say you’ll forgive me once again.  I was just teasing earlier but you were making it so easy and then I took it too far.  I can see that I have given real cause to worry and upset you.”