Into the Flames (Out of the Ashes #2) by S. M. Lynn Page B

thought I would want dessert before breakfast but with this,” his tongue runs over me again, “I think I may start living on dessert.”
    “Ian.  Oh yes.”  My thighs are quivering mess as he raises his head and smiles at me. 
    “I love the sounds you make when I’m p leasuring you.”  He sinks one finger and then another inside me.  “God, sweetheart you are always so fucking tight.  I love this sweet pussy.  I love being buried deep inside of it.”  His naughty words cause the pleasure coursing through me to build.  I’m on the brink just from his fingers and his words.
    “Ian.  Please.  Fill me up.  Fuck me.”
    “Shit!  Sweetheart, you will give me a heart attack saying things like that.”  He pulls his fingers from me and sheaths himself to the hilt inside me. 
    “Ah god, yes.  Ian.  Yes, ah god.” 
    His hips begin a rhythmic dance.  “Never get tired of hearing that.  Oh Lauren, I love you.”  His proclamation of love pushes me over the edge and my orgasm tightens every muscle gripping onto him for dear life.  “Holy shit, sweetheart.”  He spills inside me, my sex clenching around him milking every last drop of his seed from him.  His kisses rain down on me.  “Oh no, Lauren.  That was entirely too quick.  I don’t plan to let you get away that quickly.  Let’s get cleaned up so we can get dirty again.”  He carries me into the shower and lovingly washes my body.  Once I have returned the favor, he lifts me and presses my back to the wall.  “You are absolutely perfect sweetheart.   I will love you forever.”  Slowly he sinks into me.  I kiss him with everything I have, pouring my heart and soul into this kiss.   I feel the familiar pressure begin to build as he pushes into me. 
    “Ian.”  I scream his name as he thrusts into me.  The wait of just a few weeks has been too much f or me to bear.  I know he’s as close as I am, so I’m surprised when he reaches over and turns off the water.  His hands cup my ass and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me from the shower and lays me on the bed.  I couldn’t care less that I am soaking wet completely ruining my sheets.  I just want Ian to make me scream. 
    “That’s right , sweetheart.”  He says pounding into me.  “Let me know how good it feels.  Let me know how good I make you feel.”
    “Ian, oh yes, Ian.  Ian!”  I’ m suddenly aware that I am screaming way too loudly but can’t seem to control myself.  “I love it when you scream for me.”  Simultaneously, our orgasms hit us, leaving us a crumpled mass on the bed.  Exhausted I feel the blankets being pulled over us as I drift off, our connection still intact.
    We spend the rest of the day in bed only leaving to grab some take out since our breakfast was so quickly forgotten.   Damn, this man has me in all kinds of knots.  We’ve come so far in such a short time; I only hope we can overcome the mountain in front of us.
    The next morning I wake feeling much too warm.  I go to throw the blankets off and then realize that it’s not blankets causing the warmness.  Memories of last night come rushing back, Ian.  I look over my shoulder at the most beautiful sight I have seen in awhile.  His hair hangs a little longer and is covering his forehead just brushing his eyes.  I reach my hand out and slowly push it back to get a better view of this god in my bed.  He is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.  I feel blessed to have this second, or third, chance with him.  I know the truth won’t come easily but I know he won’t run from it.  I’m definitely ready to tell him; I just hope I can keep them all safe once they know.  And yes, I have to tell them all, not just Ian.
    A small smile plays at the corners of his mouth and I see that he is starting to wake.  Against my thigh I feel another part of him wake up to greet me.  There is no way I can resist a wake up call like this.  Slowly I turn in his arms