Kate pulled off his sweater and T-shirt. She wanted them to be skin-to-skin, and Ian pulled her down onto the bed as if he’d read her mind, holding Kate close as he kissed her. His hands were everywhere: in her hair, on her hips, and moving lightly up and down her back. He slipped his fingers under the elastic of her thong and slowly pulled it off, his fingers trailing down her legs from her thighs to her feet.
“Your legs are every bit as incredible as I thought they’d be,” he said before spreading them.
Silently he drank in the sight of her naked before him, and she ached for him to touch her. Her breathing quickened when he finally began to stroke her, starting near the top of her thigh and then moving slowly inward until he reached her center.
“Oh,” Kate said, letting out a moan. “Look at you, finding that spot on your first try.”
Ian circled it with his thumb. “I don’t understand how anyone can have trouble finding it. It’s right here.”
Kate squirmed under his fingers because even though Ian knew exactly where it was, he was skating around it, not quite touching it, which was driving her insane in the most wonderful way. He dragged his finger downward and slipped it inside her, then dragged it back up again and repeated the circular torture. He did this slowly, continually, until Kate couldn’t remember her own name. Her apartment would have to be on fire for them to stop, because there was nothing she would rather be doing at that moment than letting Ian explore her body with his magic hands.
Until he started exploring her with his tongue.
He kissed his way down her body until his head was between her legs, and Kate found the feel of his scruff scraping her inner thigh incredibly arousing. Holding her open, he resumed the same movements with his tongue that he’d been doing with his fingers. As wonderful as that had felt to Kate, this was even better.
She was so close, but he kept her on the brink, slowing down his movements before speeding back up again. “Ian,” she said, shamelessly holding on to his hair and trying to keep him in place. “Please, I’m begging you.”
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.