All thoughts left my mind when he brought his fingers down to my pussy. He growled when he found me wet through the silk. “I’ve missed you.”
I brought my hand down to his and moved it against my clit, eyes closed, showing him what I wanted. I felt so hungry, like I’d been starving for months. Reaching out, I unbuttoned his pants, tracing his thick, hard shaft through his briefs, moaning as he stroked me in rhythm.
He yanked my panties down my thighs, off my feet, then brought his hand back. I rode his fingers, pushing along them, wanting him up inside me deep.
“That feels so good,” I moaned, two of his fingers in my wet, slick pussy. With his thumb, he circled my clit and I could feel myself start to quiver in his embrace.
“Let go,” he coaxed me, whispering against my throat, fucking me with his fingers. “Show me how good it feels.”
“I’ve missed you so much!” With one more thrust, I cried out, grasping the sheets and his shoulder, mouth open as I came. He shoved his fingers in deep, letting me ride it out on them as I bucked and ground against him.
“Ian,” I panted, engulfed in pleasure but wanting more. I’d waited too long. Now I was greedy. I reached out for his throbbing cock, pushing his pants down his hips, peeling down his briefs. I wanted to feel him inside me, not just his fingers, but all of him. As I stroked his thick shaft, he groaned. “I want more.” I shifted so our bodies lined up, his engorged tip pressing right where I was so sensitive, slippery and warm.
“Are you sure?” he panted, his body rigid. I could tell he was holding back. I could also tell he couldn’t for much longer.
I rocked my body against his, taking his cock between my upper thighs, rubbing it along my pussy. “Please don’t make me wait any longer.”
“Will I be your first?” he grit out, his hand gripping hard on my hip.
“Yes. There’s no one for me but you.” He lunged at me with a possessive kiss, angling his cock up to press right at my slick entrance. “Are you sure?” he asked, rubbing his cock up and down, torturing me with a slow rhythm.
“Yes,” I groaned, moving with him, wondering if I could cum again just from pushing against his cock. It was so big and each time it hit my clit my eyes nearly rolled back in my head.
“I have a condom.” He rolled off, removed his pants and briefs and slid it on, then returned. He still kept on his T-shirt, but I didn’t want to press. It would come off in time. “I’ll go slow,” he assured me, rising up over me, parting my thighs and making me gasp as he brought his cock right to my entrance.
“Yes.” I bit my lip as he pushed his thick crown into me. My fingers dug into his biceps. He already felt so huge, stretching me, and he’d barely gone in.
“Relax,” he breathed, reaching his fingers down to work my clit again, pushing against it in rhythm as he worked his way slowly in and out. So aroused, wet and slick, it started feeling good, the way he moved and stroked. Soon I was writhing again, shifting my buttocks and trying to take more of him inside. There was much more to take as he inched his way in, slowly, gently, until he stopped.
“Christ, you feel so good. So tight.” Eyes closed, he held himself taut, his muscles straining, sweat glistening on his skin. He looked down at me, breathing heavy. “This will hurt.” His face looked pained.
“I want this. I want you.” I wrapped my hands around his shoulders and leaned up to kiss him. I needed him inside me. He pushed against, then through my virginal barrier. It hurt, felt like burning fire, but he kissed me, drinking in my cry. Then he started again slowly thrusting, stroking, until once again I sighed with pleasure.
“That’s it,” he groaned, starting to push harder, deeper. As good as he’d made me feel before, this felt so much more intense with our arms and legs twined, working together in rhythm, our bodies so deeply connected.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, looking at me with concern.
“No, it feels so good,” I moaned, rocking against him.
“I love you.” He sank down to kiss me, wrapping his fingers through mine, pressing my palms against the bed as he rose up and pushed, thrust, fucked me harder.
“Yes,” I moaned, opening my legs, wanting him to pick up speed, craving more. He’d told me he’d be gentle. Now that he was inside me, I didn’t want that. I wanted it raw. He slipped a hand under my ass and tilted it, cupping me, bringing me up at an angle so he could hit my clit every time he thrust.
“I’m going to cum soon,” he panted, watching me writhe beneath him. Finger at my slick clit, he pressed as he thrusted and I could feel myself start to shudder and quake. “When I do, I want you to cum, too,” he commanded.
“Yes,” I groaned, feeling it building, rising up in me.
“You’re so close,” he grunted, watching me moan and twist, arching my back up to take in more of him.
My fingers twisted in the sheets. I wanted to feel him cum so badly. With a swift thrust, he fucked me deep, balls slapping against me as he leaned back and roared. “Cum for me.”
I screamed, pushing against his fingers, taking all of his cock as I came hard, gasping for air. He bucked into me, wild, both of us climaxing as one. We lay there, embracing, panting and sweaty, for who knew how long.
He swore and kissed me. “Never in my life…”
“Can’t believe it…” I managed. Neither of us seemed capable of complete sentences.
Eventually, he rolled away. Removing the condom, he pulled his pants back on before heading into the bathroom. He returned with a washcloth. Tenderly, gently, he brought the warm, wet cloth to my inner thighs and pussy, washing me clean. There was some blood, but it wasn’t bad. Then he pulled me to him and we got under the covers.
“You’re amazing, Annie,” he kissed me, clasping me to his chest. “I was your first,” he marveled.
And I hope you’ll be my last, I thought. But I didn’t say it. That had been incredible, but I noted he still had all his clothes on. There were still some barriers between us. I hoped they’d all come down soon, because Ian was all I wanted.
20
Ian
I couldn’t believe it. I had Annie by my side. After months of fantasizing, hoping, dreaming and wondering, she was mine. At least for the weekend. I’d make the most of it.
Jax and Sky’s wedding was a huge bash. They’d only been living on the island for a little over a year, but apparently they’d made friends with every single one of the year-round residents. I had a feeling it was Liam who was at the heart of that. He'd grown up there his whole life and knew absolutely everyone. Jax had started a successful pub. Sky ran an amazing bakery, and the rest was history.
At the reception afterwards, Annie seemed much more prepared for everyone’s joyous greetings and welcoming hugs. I never took my hands off her. Now that I could touch her, I never wanted to stop.
I even let her pull me onto the dance floor. I didn't think I'd be chosen for any dance-related reality show contest, but I felt pretty good about the fact that I could stand up and spin my girl around. The way Annie looked at me made me feel like Superman. She was the most gorgeous girl there, twirling in a silvery dress that suited her perfectly, showing off that breathtaking combination of sweet and sexy that she alone possessed.
“Got yourself quite a girl there.” An older gentleman with a mischievous glint in his eyes gave me a wink. He had to be at least in his mid-70s, but he was cutting quite a rug himself, doing the jitterbug with an attractive older woman.
The bride and groom made their way over to us. When Jax and the older gentleman hugged, I realized the man who’d spoken to me was Jax's grandfather, Ace, who’d taken Jax in when he was a tough teenager.
“Can you believe how well they are hitting it off?” The bride asked her new husband.
Jax laughed. “I never doubted it for a second.” He leaned over to us and commented, “My grandfather is quite the ladies man.”
Annie piped up, gesturing at Sky. “Doesn't look like you did so bad for yourself.”
“No, I did not.” Jax agreed, beaming at his new wife.
The DJ seemed to read my mind and played us a slow song so I could stand and sway, pressing Annie close to me, exactly where I wanted her for the rest of our lives. “Thank you for coming here with me,” I whispered in her ear. She smelled so good, that lavender and honey that had been driving me crazy for months now. I wanted to bury myself in her.
“I'm so happy to be here.” She brought her hand up to my hair, trailing her fingers through it. She had no idea how even her slightest touch rocked me to my core. I’d kept myself so removed from intimacy and physical contact for so long. Now, every part of my body longed for more. She'd given herself to me so eagerly last night. Deep inside her, I'd felt whole for the first time in my life. I doubted she'd ever know how much she meant to me. Last year I’d dreaded being back on Naugatuck with all these people, so much so I’d bailed on my own sister’s wedding. Now, with her here by my side? Nothing phased me. I was even having fun.
“It means a lot to me, to have you by my side,” I told her.
“It means a lot to me, too.” She looked up at me with shining eyes. But then a frown crossed her beautiful brow. “I have to ask. It’s so amazing that you started the program for Brian. I’m overwhelmed. But I’m wondering, is there anything else I should know about?”
“Like what?”
“Like,” she hesitated, then asked, “Did you get me my job at Callahan and Spence?”
“No, I swear,” I told the truth. “I forced myself to stay away from you. I didn't even know you'd moved to Edinburgh. By the time I broke down and looked you up, you'd already started interning at Callahan and Spence.”
“Okay.” She brought her hand up to her heart, seeming relieved. “I mean, you're so generous and thoughtful. I don't want to seem ungrateful—”
“Annie, I get it,” I assured her. “You got that job all on your own. But I do have to admit, I requested you on our account. And on this business trip.” I tensed, waiting to see if it would make her angry. Instead, she shined up at me, beaming.
“I'm so glad you did.”
We swayed together, my hands at her waist, wanting to travel lower but knowing we were on a dance floor surrounded by people we knew, including my parents. I'd been surprised to see them here. When we were kids, they hadn't exactly approved of Jax as my friend. His mother was a maid, his father a construction worker, and my parents had not deemed him appropriate friend material. But I guess now that my older sister Margot had straightened out, Sophie was happily married, and I was back on my feet again, literally and figuratively, they felt all was good in the world. I glanced around and saw them dancing the night away, looking years younger than when I'd seen them last. But with them around, I couldn’t exactly grope my girl the way I wanted.
“Do you want to sneak away?” I whispered in Annie's ear.
“Yes,” she instantly replied but she squeezed my hand. “Don't you want to make a toast, though?”
“We’ll get back in time.” I wasn't sure that was the case, but I couldn't keep my hands off her for another second. Outside of the tents, in the dark I took her hand and led her up the path to the main house.
“Do you know where you're going?” she asked, excited as we snuck out.
“I practically grew up at Liam's house. I could probably navigate it with my eyes closed.”
She giggled and I shushed her, like we were teenagers up to no good as we entered in the side door into a den. We couldn't see anyone inside, so we wasted no time, falling into each other. Cupping her ass, I dug my fingers into her cheeks and ground her against me. She moaned into my mouth, wrapping a leg around my hips, rocking right back. I pushed up her dress and drew my fingers along her panties. There were many things I liked about Annie. The way she was always wet when I touched her was definitely one of them.
“Ian, what if someone walks in?”
Without taking my mouth from hers, I scooped her up in my arms, carrying her with her legs locked around me. We made it into the hallway around the corner. I intended to bring her all the way to a bedroom, but that was at least 10 feet too far away. Pushing her up against the wall, I pulled down her panties and stroked her, so wet for me.
“Fuck, me, Ian,” she groaned, apparently feeling exactly the same way about the distance to the bedroom.
I hastily unbuttoned and unzipped, grabbed a condom from my pocket and rolled it on. She dug her fingers into my shoulders, kissing my throat, bringing her hands down to my shaft to guide me directly where she wanted. I couldn't wait and go slow this time. I thrust into her, pinning her against the wall, and her mouth opened wide into an O as she cried out.
“Does that hurt?” I grunted, forcing myself to stand still.
“It's so—” She groaned, tilting her head back and knocking against the wall. “So good! Don't stop!”
With a growl, I pushed into her again, picking up the pace, fucking her hard as I'd wanted to from the day I’d met her. She was so tight, her pussy squeezing my cock. I could feel her trembling as she clung to me. I pulled down the top of her strapless dress, exposing one of her perfect breasts. Mouth down, I feasted on her, sucking and biting her tips.
“Ian!” She screamed. Neither of us were going to last long. Pistoning in and out of her, I wasn't gentle. I knew I probably should've gone slow, made it more loving, but last night I’d held back as much as I could. Today, I drove into her, ruthless and demanding.
“I want to see you cum,” I growled, fucking her hard up against the wall.
“Yes!” She screamed, giving me what I wanted, cumming around my cock as she cried and whimpered, bucking and thrusting her hips against mine. Groaning deep, I spasmed inside of her, cumming hard.
“Oh, my God.” She sank her forehead into my shoulder. “That was crazy,” she panted. “Is it always this good?”
I chuckled, easing her down so she could stand on her feet. I'd recovered a lot from my injuries, but now I had more incentive to grow even stronger. I was going to have to build up more stamina so I could fuck Annie as hard as she needed all day and all night.
“It's never felt this good for me before,” I admitted. I'd always been a sexual beast, but nothing got to me the way Annie did.
“I think I might be addicted,” she admitted, smiling up at me as she rearranged her dress.
“I hope you are,” I heartily agreed.
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Annie and I decided to take a full week on Naugatuck before we flew back to Edinburgh. She barely even worried about the impact it would have on her job.
“Do you think they’ll mind my taking an unplanned week of vacation?” she asked when I suggested it. We were lying on the bed together with no plans of moving anytime soon.
“Probably,” I agreed.
“Do you think people will gossip? Realizing both you and I are taking the same week off?”
“Definitely.”
She shrugged. “Let them talk. Speaking of.” She propped herself up on her elbows, looking me straight in the eye. “Start talking. And don’t leave anything out. I want to know every little thing that happened between the morning I walked out of your family’s estate to when I saw you in Edinburgh. I have way too many questions.”
I chuckled, familiar with my love’s tendency to ask questions. “I’ll answer every question you have. And I’ll give you as many orgasms as you want, too.”
“It’s a bargain,” she agreed.
We talked into the wee hours of the night, sharing everything we’d been through in the intervening months. It felt almost surreal, reliving it all with her, telling her about all the treatments and the surgery, the rehab and therapy. I hadn’t felt particularly brave about any of it, but leave it to Annie to see the best side in anything I did. She swooned against me, telling me how inspiring she found me, how amazing I was to go through all that, especially after all I’d been through. Enough time around her and my ego would swell to the siz
e of Texas. It was a side effect I was willing to risk.
After the wedding, my parents headed back to the Boston area, leaving our family’s summer home to me and Annie. The large, well-decorated house had always seemed haunted to me, every memory, good and bad, tainted with the accident. Having Annie with me let in the sunshine, brightening up even the darkest shadows in every room of the house.
Liam and my sister came over for a meal, and we did the same over at their house. Jax and Sky were off on their honeymoon, and Chase and Emma had flown back down to Florida. It was crazy good seeing all of them again, especially being in the right frame of mind. I was blown away by how open-hearted they all were, still willing to be friends and have me in their lives even after I'd spent a good 15 years in a deep depression.
“So you spent all that time in New York, having surgery, doing rehab, without Annie?” Sophie asked. She'd visited me while I was there, but I realized now that the way I’d talked about Annie it had seemed as if we'd been a couple all along.
“I wanted to show her I could do it,” I explained. “When I met Annie, I wasn't always at my best.”
Liam snorted. “Dude, when we saw you over New Year's? You were a train wreck.”
“Liam.” Sophie lightly batted her husband’s shoulder, clearly wanting him to soften his tone. “What? Liam asked. “You know I'm right.” Sophie nodded.
“He’s right.” I defended Liam. “I had to prove to Annie that I could clean myself up.”
Later that night, after they’d left, Annie brought up the subject again. “All that time apart.” She shook her head. “You know you didn’t need to impress me.”
“I don't know that I was trying to impress you,” I began to protest. But I realized that had been part of it. Maybe pride had gotten a bit in my way.
“I fell for you when you were at rock bottom,” she reminded me.
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