Chapter Twelve

Sweet Jesus! Ian had to force himself to remain still. Here he was, trying to be somewhat of a gentleman and not toss her on the bed like a sack of potatoes. But...damn it, she made it hard.

That’s not all she made hard.

He had watched like a starving wolf as she unbuttoned her shirt. As it fell away, he lost his breath. She wore a turquoise bra, the color vibrant against her rich nut-brown skin. Her breasts were firm, not huge and not small. Perfect. None would be overflowing his hands. His cock surged at the idea of suckling on her.

He wanted to see them. Lick them. Suckle them.

What would they look like? Taste like?

Shoving down his lust, he skimmed over her flat stomach. She had a nice six-pack that in no way diminished her femininity. He saw her black cargo pants riding low on her curved hips. A lovely form. She toed off her tennis shoes, as her fingers pulled on the ties of her pants.

Be this heaven or hell, I’m here for the long haul.

Could she move any slower? Ian wanted to rip off the remainder of her clothes. He sighed in anticipation as she lowered her pants, only to gulp for air as she shimmied the pants off her hips. His breath hitched as she pushed her pants over her thighs and down her calves. Fallon stepped out of her socks and ran her hands up her torso, brushing her breasts and releasing her hair. Ian bit the inside of his cheek as her hair fell down around her. It made her look soft. He could feel his balls tighten. Damn woman almost has me coming just by removing her clothes and letting her hair down.

She wore high-cut bikini underwear matching her bra. Her legs were long, smooth, and made his mouth water. He noticed marks around her hips. It was a tattoo of a link belt. Sexy.

“Fallon,” he said.

“Yes, Cavanaugh?” She reached around to the back of her bra.

“Stop.” He stood before her, almost touching her beautiful body. His hands mimicked her body shape, leaving a scant distance between them. “Let me finish,” he whispered.

When her hands dropped to her sides, he wanted to cry out in pleasure. One hand reached for her hair. His fingers trailed along her it. “So soft.” He brushed it back from her ear and kissed her.

Ian held her gently despite the primal need to dominate. At that moment, something happened inside him, a change in how he regarded to the woman in his arms. He explored her succulent mouth as his hands splayed across her back. Up and down they moved, until one hand halted on her bra clasp. As he unhooked it, Ian felt her body quiver. Releasing her mouth, he pressed his lips to her temple as he removed her bra. It hit the floor and he pulled back to look at her.

Stare. Gawk. Lust.

She had large nipples. Dark brown, like chocolate. The pebbled nubs pointed at him and Ian cupped her breasts in his hands. “I was right,” he said, “a perfect fit.”

Fallon whimpered as his thumbs teased the tips. Ian bent forward and ran his tongue down the globe of her breast and over her areola before he sucked it into his mouth.

This time Fallon gasped. Ian carried her to the bed where his mouth began feasting on her breast again. He used his other hand to tease and torment her other breast.

Ian’s cock pulsed as he alternated suckling breasts. He laved a path between the chocolate treats and up her sternum to her neck. Then back again.

The woman beneath him had her fingers clenched in his bedspread, one knee bent and a string of mewls erupting from her throat. He loved it.

He began moving down her torso, his tongue tracing her strong abs before dipping into her belly button.

“Ohhh, Jesus,” she moaned, forgoing the blanket and grabbing his hair.

Ian could smell her arousal and his body responded with a jerk. Patience, he told himself. He pushed her bent leg down to the mattress and used one hand to lightly trace the links of her tattoo. It looked like it actually went all the way around her waist. On the left side, two links hung down and he could see written in the top link, in an Old English looking script, the word “MAD.” Below that was written “DOG.”

He rose up on his knees and gazed at Fallon. She watched him, her eyes hooded, sultry, and unwavering.

Ian glanced at her breasts, observed as the points hardened under his stare. Her chest moved up and down as she breathed. He reached for the waistband of her panties and maneuvered them down over her hips and down her satiny legs. As he gathered them in his hand, he could feel the dampness from her arousal. His cock bobbed as he envisioned sliding between her toned brown thighs. Haunting strands of Strauss played in the background as he looked at the naked body before him. Her pussy was bald except for a small triangle of black hair pointing toward her slit. Showing him the way to where he wanted to go. The bald lips glistened and he could see her clit peeking out.

Damn, this woman is beautiful.

His hands skimmed over her thighs as he settled between her legs. He nuzzled her taut belly and licked his way lower. Ian’s cock felt ready to burst, but he wanted to linger over the bounty before him. Scooting so he was off the bed, Ian knelt on the carpet and pulled her down the bed, placed her legs over his shoulders. Her scent filled his mind and drove him crazy. Blinded with passion he latched his mouth to her heated core.

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“Oh God!” Fallon screamed.

Fire flowed through her veins as Ian ate her pussy. The experience was mind blowing. She shuddered. Her eyes wanted to roll back in her head. His mouth was magic. His thick tongue swept up and down the wet cleft, circling her clit. Her hands moved down her torso before grabbing his hair and pressing him closer. His scruff abraded the tender skin of her inner thighs. Her legs clamped like a vice around his ears. She arched closer to him as he sucked and nibbled on her clit and dipped his tongue within her. Spasms rocketed throughout her as she came...hard. He lapped up the cream her body produced.

Stars flickered before her gaze as her orgasm shot through her. “Ahhhh!” she moaned as she floated down from the pleasure plane. Her body jerked as he stabbed his tongue deep inside her. “Fuck,” she bit out.

He opened her legs to release him and slowly kissed his way back up her body. Fallon loved how gentle he was. She experienced euphoria. He paid homage to her breasts until she was once again writhing beneath his masterful touch. Suddenly, he was staring down into her eyes. The passion had darkened his irises to almost black. He threaded his strong hands with hers and lowered his mouth. Fallon could taste her essence on him. Another wave of wetness poured to her core. She sucked on his tongue as her hands moved down the muscled expanse of his back. When she reached the towel she pulled, anxious to feel his naked body pressing into hers.

“Wait,” he mumbled, his tone deep and sensual.

Wait? Is he fucking kidding?

She grumbled, but as she watched him, he reached into a drawer beside the bed and pulled out a condom.

Smart man.

She stared at his stiff erection, jutting out from a nest of dark hair. It was large and bobbed at her. On the head were drops of pre-cum. He tore open the packet, but halted when she said, “Let me do it.”

Ian met her gaze and handed her the condom. She maneuvered closer to him and when her hand curled around him, she saw his eyes pulse with passion.

It didn’t take long for her to sheath him.

Ian pressed her back against the bed and settled between her spread legs. One hand slipped between them and covered her pussy, two fingers sliding easily into her wet channel.

“Ohh,” she moaned as her body gripped him.

“Jesus, you’re tight.” He moved his fingers a few times before stopping. He bit his lip and Fallon tightened her muscles around him.

“Inside,” she commanded, her fingers wrapping around his cock.

He listened to her as if unable to resist the need to be joined with her any longer. With one stroke he filled her completely. A groan of ecstasy escaped her and Ian echoed it.

“You feel so tight. I love how your body holds me.” He pulled back and pushed forward. “You okay?”

Was she okay?

Hell yeah! Sensations unlike any before coursed her body. Liquid fire ran through her.

“Oh yeah,” she said on a purr.

“Good,” he said.

His hips moved slowly, stretching her, filling her. In and out. It was a calm, consistent rhythm which set her afire. She squirmed beneath him, wanting something more, craving more. Fallon lost herself over to the experience of making love with Detective Ian Cavanaugh. The way he kissed her, touched her, never leaving any part neglected. It was bliss. He began moving faster, slow and sensual giving way to primal and intense. His hand slipped between them again and he played with her swollen clit. With a loud scream, Fallon went over the edge.

“Ahhh!” Her back arched, legs tightened around him as she kept him buried deep within her.

Ian pumped his hips twice more before a guttural growl erupted from him. She watched as the cords in his neck bulged, the sweat on his body, and the way his jaw clenched before he fell forward onto her. Their pounding hearts slowly settled into a calmer rhythm. Exhausted from the intensity of what she had just experienced with Ian, Fallon didn’t have any complaints when he pulled out of her, shut off the light, and gathered her into his embrace.