Heart-Shaped Hack(31)
He slipped a finger inside her and then flicked his tongue right where she wanted it most. When the flicking turned into light sucking, Kate came harder than she ever had in her life, and the pulsing waves of her orgasm seemed to go on forever.
“Did that feel good?” he asked.
Kate’s sigh, and her incoherent response, made him laugh softly. As soon as she came back down to earth and caught her breath, she straddled Ian’s thighs, unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled his zipper down slowly.
“How did this possibly fit inside here?” she asked, sliding her hand down the front of his jeans and palming him.
“It was a tight squeeze,” he said, groaning.
“It’s even bigger than I remember.”
“That’s because I am very, very hard.”
Kate took off the rest of his clothes, thankful for the weak glow coming from the bedside lamp. Ian’s body was long and lean and strong and hard, and this time instead of just looking at it, she could touch him anywhere she wanted. Twisting her fingers in his hair, she kissed him and then nibbled on his ear and sucked gently on his neck. There was something about the smell of his skin that made her want to explore every inch of him with her face. She licked and nipped her way from his shoulder down to his chest. Then she brought her hand lower, skimming over his hardness and cupping him from underneath. Slowly she teased and tortured him, the way he’d teased and tortured her. But it was the sweetest, most erotic kind of torture, and Kate didn’t think he minded at all.
When she switched from her hands and fingers and started exploring him with her mouth, he was the one who twisted his fingers in her hair as he groaned. One by one, she followed the steps she’d learned from reading the article about oral pleasure. That information was clearly golden as evidenced by the fact that Ian seemed in danger of losing his ever-loving mind. His breathing sounded out of control, and his whispered praise would have put a smile on Kate’s face had her mouth not been otherwise engaged.
It surprised her when he stopped her. “As incredible as this feels—and I should mention that the time you spent online was time very well spent—when I come, I want it to be when I’m inside you.” He sat up. “Where are my jeans? I brought condoms.”
Kate found his jeans on the floor, reached into the front pocket, and handed him a condom. She expected him to hurry, to only be thinking about himself, but he leaned over, kissed her, and began to stroke her the way he had when he’d first started exploring her. His touch was so light, so teasing, that she became aroused again almost immediately, and she arched into his hand, wanting more. When he put on the condom and covered her with his body, she welcomed the solid weight of him pressing her into the mattress.
Wedged between her legs, not yet inside her, but oh so close, he hesitated. “Do you know what I’m about to do to you, sweetness?”
“What?” she asked breathlessly. “Of course I do.”
“What’s it called?” he asked, and there was no mistaking his cocky tone.
When she realized why he’d asked, all she could do was laugh. “You are about to penetrate me, Ian.”
He laughed too. “I am. I’m about to go as deep as I can until I’m as far inside as you’ll let me go. I promise you’ll like it. I am really good at it.”
“Then stop talking and show me.”
Ian made the most delicious sound when he entered her, somewhere between a groan and a sigh. He pulled out almost all the way and slowly pushed back in, eliciting a similar sound from her.
Though she absolutely wanted to be with Ian and was definitely turned on, she didn’t have high hopes that he’d be able to bring her to orgasm again. In the five years she’d been with Stuart, Kate had rarely found her release from penetration alone. This was more than likely due to Stuart’s tendency to skimp on foreplay and the fact that he never varied his rhythm and preferred a speed and intensity that was too hard and too fast for her no matter how much she tried to slow him down. He was always good about circling back around to help her out afterward, but because she knew he’d rather roll over and pass out, she felt like a burden and often told him not to worry about it, especially toward the end of their relationship.
So when Ian pulled back out again, she braced herself for the rapid onslaught that was certainly about to start.
But that didn’t happen.
His pace was slow, rocking more than thrusting, which put the perfect amount of pressure right where she needed it most.
“Oh, keep doing that,” Kate murmured, and he did.
She locked her ankles behind his back and tilted her hips up to meet him. The pleasure started to build as he matched his thrusts to the rhythm she set until she was the one who wanted, needed, him to go faster. Unlike sex with Stuart, it was different when she was the one who increased the speed. Sex with Ian was so much better than she’d ever imagined it could be with anyone, and when she came, she wasn’t shy about letting him know how good it felt.
He joined her moments later, shuddering and shaking, breathing heavily and groaning out her name. Not Katie, but Kate. His pulsing movements slowed and came to a stop, and he pulled out of her and shifted his weight so that he was lying on his side, holding her in his arms. They kissed lazily as Ian stroked her cheek with his thumb. He left briefly to go into the bathroom, and when he returned, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her head down onto his chest.