Chapter Thirty-Eight

Ian leads me slowly upstairs to his bedroom. My mind races. I'm craving his touch on my body, everything about him.

God...I just want him!

He pulls me in his room, his hand clasped tightly around mine. "Ian-" I begin, but he cuts me off,

"No. No talking." He almost growls.

Before I can react, he pushes me onto his king-sized bed, and I fall backwards onto the soft mattress. I feel the silky fabric touch my naked back and chills begin to travel through my body. My heart continues to race.

"The only thing I want to hear is moaning...loud moaning." His husky voice fills the room. And because of the pitch-black dark I can't quite make out where he is at this exact moment.

Then, I feel the mattress lower slightly and heat cascade over my frame, heavy but soft breaths hurt my ear lobe. He's he...hover in over me. And I feel him, his presence powerful as ever before.

"Tell me what you want me to do to you, Alice." He whispers into my ear.

I bite my lip, trying to collect my thoughts as his proximity is distracting me. "Fuck me." I say softly.

He breaths heavily, "Not fuck...Alice. I'll do so much more than fuck you..."

"W-what?"

"I'll make love to you." He says softly.

I nod anxiously. "Please...please..." I exhale almost desperately and suddenly smashes his lips against mine. Oh my god, it's like finally being able to have air again. I can't believe I'm finally kissing him once again. It feels like it's been so long since we last touched lips. I can't bare it when we don't have this moment with one another. It's painful...

As I kiss him back with just as much urgency, I get caught up in my thoughts. It's only now I begin to appreciate his lips so much more and realise how of a good kisser he is. God I just want him inside me.

As I think this, I feel his hand make their way down to my crotch.

"Oh!!" I scream in surprise. He begins to rub his fingers against my crotch, slowly in cocked then faster and faster until I can't take much more of his torture.

"Ooh....mmm...oh my god. Ian. Please."

He grins with satisfaction. He's clearly proud of the torment he inflicts upon me. "Yes Alice?" I bit hard on my bottom lip but then I say it. "Fuck me...fuck me...do it." His face turns serious and his fingers leave my now wet knickers.

"I'll give you a fuck, alright." His hands withdraw and go to his trousers. He begins to unbutton them and pull them down. I let a moan out, the agonisingly urgent hormones in me just keep banging around my lady garden.

'God, just give me that dick...'I think to myself.

Ian drops his trousers and pants and removes his shirt in one swift movement. I can tell by the inpatient actions his hands make that he can't wait either. He wants me.... he actually wants me.

But does he need me....

Because.... I need him.

He leads over me, his sexy chest hovering over my now knackered breasts after removing my bra. "You want this?"

"Yes..." I nod.

He lowers his lips down to my left ear. "Then you'll fucking have it." With that I am filled with his dick inside me. I scream from the unexpected pain, as he forces himself inside me. Wow. It's clear he likes to be rough.

He grunts and fists my hair in his hand. He pulls out then thrusts in me again. Hard. "Yeah? You want it?"

"Ahhh…" I nod as I can't seem to speak.

His other hand grips my leg as he grinds into me hard and fast. The pain fades and I am filled with blissful pleasure. He pushes over and over again. "Fuck yeah." He grunts as he buries his face in the crook of my neck. He's lost as much as I am.

"Come on, baby. Give me it." He whispers into my ear as he pushes in and out, faster and faster. God he's so big. I love it. I let me legs open me and reach up to grip the headboard above my head. He grins at me action and the way I give myself out to him. He grins and exhales as he goes even harder.

The headboard bangs viscously against the wall. For some reason it turns me on even more. "Yeah...yeah that's it baby." He moans and talks dirty in my ear.

"Moan for me Alice. Fucking moan."

"Make me."

He smiles.

Suddenly I feel his finger barge into my entrance along with his dick. Fuck, no way! He grinds it in and out.

"Oh!!! Oh....oh my god! Fuck yes." I lean my head back into the pillow and close my eyes. Fuck yes.

After a second he removed his finger and also his dick. Suddenly I am flipped over on my knees.

"What..."

"Shhh..." He pushes my back down and suddenly I feel his dick ram into my arse.

"Ah!" I scream but it feels good at the same time.

"That's it. You dirty girl. Scream for me…”

"Ahh! Oh god! Oh.....ooohhh yes."

"Alice baby...oh yes god." He moans, "Alice baby..."

Yeah...

"Alice."

Ian?

"Alice! Alice! Alice, wake up!"

Fuck, cold! It's fucking cold! I shoot up, my eyes wide. My face is soaked. I looked to my right and Ian is sitting on the side of the bed with a empty glass in his hand. He looks concerned, his eyes filled with worry.

"Alice, my baby."

"Ian!" I yell with annoyance, beginning to flap my shirt, trying to get the cold water to dry. "Why chuck a load of cold water in my fucking face!? What's wrong with you!"

"I'm sorry, but you were mumbling non-stop and just wouldn't wake up. I had to. I'm sorry. You wouldn't wake up."

I grumble and fold my arms. "Whatever."

"What's wrong?" He asks.

Nothing. I look away from him and focus my eyes towards the bedroom window. I realise I'm in Ian's bed. Wait...was it a dream...or wasn't it?

"What happened last night?"

He exhales. "You had a bit to drink. But you weren't drunk. I thought you was at first...but turns out you were dead dog tired."

"What am I doing in here? I should be in the other room." I state. Is he lying?

"We were in here talking and then I just noticed you were really drowsy. You were tired. I tucked you to bed." He explains thoroughly. I nod and then let a small breath out. Why had I been holding that in?

"Alice." His voice comes out so soft and soothing.

"What..."

"Please tell me what's wrong." He pleads.

I shake my head. I feel a tear escape from my eye, but I quickly wipe it. I will not cry in front of him. "Alice...?? Why are you crying?"

Fuck it.

"I'm not?"

"Don't lie to me." His voice is firm. "I saw that tear"

I exhale. "It was a dream."

"What was?" He asks. I look at him and his head is slightly tilted like a cute, confused puppy.

"Us having sex..." I whisper.

His expression changes. His firm lips and eyebrows fall with shock.

Yes.

I want us to have sex...