Page 5 of Sass Me Again

Sheesh.

No way. She wasn’t going there. It was too much for her to admit. Maybe if they had been in a years-long relationship or something, sure. But just hooking up for one night. Nah. Fuck that. She didn’t want to admit that kind of vulnerability to Ian.

She had to give him something, though. He stood there looking sexy as fuck with his shirt unbuttoned and his fingers lingering on the button of his jeans. Fuck! She wanted him naked with her under him. Pronto.

“I want to feel you inside of me. Making me come so damn hard,” she untied the belt of her dress and let the material slip open, giving him a great view of her black lace bra and panties.

“Mmm. I think I can make that happen,” he groaned, pushing his jeans and boxer briefs down his legs and stepping out of them.

Emily chewed on her bottom lip as she watched his erection as it sprung from the confines of his jeans. God, she had missed him. Though her memories of him were nothing compared to the real thing. Ian had definitely bulked up since they had been together previously. His muscles were bulkier than lean in his younger years. All those muscles looked hella’ good on him. That was for sure as shit.

“You think you can make it happen or will make it happen, because those are two totally different things,” Emily said, pushing her dress off her shoulders. With anyone else, she might have been embarrassed by standing there in her bra and panties, showing off her curves, but she wasn’t with Ian. She never had been. He had always embraced her body, never making her feel ugly or fat for not having a perfectly flat stomach. Her thick thighs had never bothered him—not in the least.

Hopefully, that was still the case.

“Fuck. You’re still just as beautiful as I remembered,” Ian said, closing the distance between them. “I take that back. You’re even more beautiful. My memories did you no justice. Not at all.”

“Oh, really?” she smiled up at him. How could she not? Not when he always made her feel like the most beautiful woman on the damn planet. Ian had never once given her a backhanded compliment as other guys had. She especially loved the, ‘You’ve got a really pretty face, but your ass is too big.’ Or the always cringeworthy, ‘You’d be so pretty if you just lost some weight.’

Emily could never imagine those words spewing from Ian’s mouth. Hell, he looked like he was about to gobble her up as it was. And she was down for every damn second of it.

“On the bed now. I need to taste you before I lose my damn mind,” he said with another growl.

“Mmm. I thought you’d never ask,” she laughed and hopped up onto the tall bed.

“Right there. That’s right where I want you,” he said, grabbing onto her hips and pulling her to the edge of the bed.

She felt the heat from his breath fanning across the thin material of her panties. It sent shivers up her spine. Anticipation wound through every inch of her body. It had been so long since Emily had been with anyone, let alone Ian. She was primed and ready to go—afraid she’d climax before he even laid a damn finger on her.

“Fuck. I’ve dreamed about tasting you again every damn day for years.” He pushed her panties to the side and ran his tongue over her folds.

“Oh, Ian!” she cried out as his tongue landed on her clit and started a clockwise motion designed to drive her up the damn wall.

“Damn, love. I’ve missed this so fucking much. The way you taste. Your sweet honey on my tongue. I could do this all day every day,” Ian growled, pushing her thighs further apart.

Her head thrashed back and forth with each lick and suck he made on her clit. The pressure in her body began to build to a level she hadn’t felt in what seemed like for-freaking-ever. It felt amazing—more than amazing. She needed this more than she had realized. Her body had been wound so damn tight lately. It was as if she could feel those threads slowly unwinding.

“I’ve missed this too,” she cried out as he slid two fingers into her pussy and scissored them in and out, stretching her feminine walls. Emily couldn’t deny the pleasure Ian gave her. It was more intense than anything she’d felt since the last time she had been with him.

Her fingers twined into his thick black hair as his arms wound around her hips, holding her in place. His grip was sure to leave black and blue marks all along her skin, but she didn’t care—not a single fuck as long as the pleasure he was giving her continued.

Just when she didn’t think things could get any better, Ian flattened his tongue and ran it from her entrance to her clit and back down, sending shivers through her spine. Her climax came on hard and fast, hitting her before she knew what the hell was even happening. Emily tossed her head back and forth, her body shivering beneath him.

“That’s it, love. Mmmm. You taste so damn good. I really hope you’re ready for me to fuck you until you scream my name,” Ian said, giving her one final swipe of his tongue before positioning the head of his cock at her entrance and teasing her with it.

“Yes! Please! Oh, God. Ian! I need you to fuck me—so hard. Now!” she shouted, not caring how freaking needy she sounded.

Without a single hesitation, Ian slammed his cock balls deep into her—grinding his length down until he was fully seated inside of her tight pussy. Her muscles clenched and unclenched around him, squeezing him until his breaths clogged in his throat.

“Damn, love. You are so fucking tight. You feel so damn good wrapped around my dick. Fuck!” he growled. She could swear his eyes flashed with an intensity that shook her to her core.

Ian pulled out to the tip and rammed right back into her heat, making her body shake beneath him. Goose pimples broke out over her flesh as he slowly stroked her sweet spot, ratcheting up her pleasure tenfold. He slid his hand between them, immediately finding her tiny bundle of nerves, his fingers dancing across the spot expertly, drawing moan after sweet moan from her lips.

Emily’s body started to tense again, feeling another climax pushing her to the brink. Her skin felt too tight, stretching over her bones. Her rapid breaths caught in her throat as a needy moan was all that was able to escape her mouth.

His hips twisted, rocking back and forth, driving her higher and higher. Unable to stand the building pressure in her body, Emily arched her back and wound her legs tight around Ian’s waist, meeting him thrust for hurried thrust until she was shouting his name.

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