We stepped into the room on two legs. I curled against Ian's chest as he carried me inside. Our naked wet bodies pressed into each other like two cells molding together to become one. I pressed my face into his neck and inhaled his freshly washed skin. Still so warm...

I felt the mattress beneath me as Ian lowered me on the bed, and crawled over me, his erection nestled at my stomach, hard and throbbing. Mirroring the heat between my thighs.

His gaze locked on me, and for a moment, I forgot everything.

Ian, me, my fucked-up past. Memories surfaced and a familiar image of me against a couch, Ian digging his hips into mine from behind, slipped into my mind. So hot. But so long ago. I had to tell him the truth soon, and if I was to be pushed away, I wanted this. Just once. And I knew how fucked up that sounded.

"What are you thinking?" Ian's voice drew me back to the present, the situation, the position and...the eyes. His eyes.

I shook my head and managed to give him a smile. "I haven't done it in a long time." That wasn't a lie though.

The look that Ian gave me sent me almost tumbling over the edge. A smirk ghosted his lips, and eyes narrowed ever so slightly. "We've hardly begun, sweetheart. Count for me, will you?"

I blinked, confused. Then opened my mouth to ask him what I was supposed to count, but he was already moving down, jerking my knees apart. I gasped under the force of his hands, and our eyes met. His, dark and consuming. Mine, ready and awaiting.

"It's a while since I went crocodiling too." His voice fell against my hip bone, teeth grazing down my thigh.

"C-Crocodiling?" My hips buckled forward uncontrollably.

He looked up from where he was nipping at my inner thighs, eyes alight. "Don't know what's crocodiling?"

I swallowed dryly, then shook my head.

"Well," he spread my folds apart using his finger and blew against my throbbing clit, making my whole lower body tremble. "Allow me to demonstrate."

His head dipped down and the tip of his tongue ran the length of my wet folds, ripping a moan out of me. His mouth covered me again, tongue flattened against my clit, and sucked. Sucked hard enough that I saw stars in the afternoon light. My head fell back onto the pillow and I fisted his hair as he continued the sweet assault with his mouth.

He created a rhythm. Suck. Lick. Caress. And repeat. It made my back bow of the bed. The edge was so close, and I was sprinting toward it. So fast. So hard.

"Look at me,"

I returned my eyes to him. He stared back at me, mouth out of my sight. All I saw was his eyes looking up from between my legs, staring up at me like a...like...a crocodile on the surface of water.

Crocodiling...

My body jerked forward with a cry when he thrusted two fingers inside, quickly pull them out to suck them clean.

"So sweet for me, baby. So wet. All mine." A groan tore through him and the fingers returned inside me, now thrusting with hard, and fast strokes. He fucked me with his fingers until my thighs were trembling on either side of his head and I was digging my nails into his scalp.

"Ian..." I warned. "I am...I'm gonna—"

"Come for me, sweetheart. Let me have it all..." His teeth grazed my clit, then softly bit down.

I cried out a string of broken curses and withered beneath him, shattering into a thousand million pieces. I came and came, and Ian's fingers rode me through the orgasm, dragging, stretching, squeezing everything out of me, until I was certain I was emptied to the last drop. When his face rose from between my thighs, at the same time, I looked down at him.

"Count. One." He said.

"One," I breathed, without actually understanding what we were counting. I was like a flowing stream, leading into a path he was paving for us. Following wherever this man was willing to take us.

Unexpectedly, he flipped me around, on my stomach, then grabbed my hips to bring me up on all fours. I watched the pillow and bedsheet, wet with the water from my hair and body, as Ian's hands settled on my calf, caressing softly. My eyes closed briefly then opened wide, so did my mouth when two fingers slid inside me from behind.

My spine arched inward, making his fingers dig into me more before he pulled them out. A protest rose at the back of my throat but transformed into a cry when a warm, fluid muscle entered me. His tongue.

"Ian..." I blindly reached behind with one hand and threaded my fingers through his hair, wanting to push him away but tugging me closer at the same time.

The position, the aftershocks of the recent orgasm, it all steamed my brain, puncturing my senses.

His hands gripped me under my ass and spread me wide, thrusting his tongue inside me. Eating me, pushing me, weakening me. I was grinding back against his face, my cheeks flaming when his nose poked at the other hole, eliciting a desperate whine from me. And before I knew it, another orgasm was spiraling through me, sending my body into a fit of jerks. When his tongue left me again, I felt that orgasm running down the length of my inner thighs, warm and wet. I sank to the bed.

A hand landed on my ass cheek, hard, making me whimper. "Two. Keep counting." Ian rasped against my lower back.

I moaned when realization hit. I was counting my orgasms. A shiver ran down my spine, because if I came one more time, I wasn't positive I would be able to take it. I was loose limbed, dizzy and in need of him. His cock.

A hand slid around my middle and pulled me up on my knees, my back pressed against his hard, wet chest.

"You okay?" Ian breathed into my ear, other hand caressing one of my nipples.

I nodded. "I just...need you so much. Ian..." I sound weak and desperate and vulnerable. But I didn't care. With him, I could be anything and never feel ashamed of it. He was my happy place. My comfort.

My sex God.

"I need you..." I reached back, grabbing for his cock, but he caught my wrist.

"One more," His hand travelled to my hips and he picked me up slightly to move me over the pillows. "Give me one more. Then I'll fuck you." My hands flew to the headboard of the bed, as his lips brushed a kiss against my shoulder. Then, his touch disappeared again.

The bed shifted and sank behind me as I motionlessly stared at the tufted headboard before my face. My heart frantically jumped around my chest as anticipation burned down my veins. I was close to passing out due to orgasms, but I wanted more. Shamelessly, yes.

A pair of arms wrapped around my knees and pulled me down before a warm breath hit my pussy. I blinked down, between my legs to see locks of dark hair and clear blue eyes staring up at me. I froze.

Oh God.

Pulling me down by the thighs, I felt his lips, peppering kisses across my inner thighs, hands soothing soft strokes on either side of my knees. The gentle brushes only last so long and then he was thrusting his tongue inside me.

"Ian!"

Helplessly clawing at the headboard, I tried to push up on my knees, but his hands pulled me down until I was practically sitting on his face, and he used his hold on my thighs to move me back and forth on his tongue. Making me ride his tongue.

I moaned and scratched at the headboard, my hips moving against the rhythm of his tongue. Back and forth. Back and forth.

Ian groaned, the vibrations climbing up my core and making me clamp down on his tongue. One of his hands left my thigh and he swatted my ass. I whimpered and felt another, strong orgasm crawling up, forming a knot in my belly and pressing into me to let go again. He slapped the other cheek before caressing the burning skin.

I shamelessly ground against his face now, chasing that orgasm he wanted from me. Chasing it for me and him.

Biting my lips to silence a scream, and throwing my head back, I came again. For the third time. Stronger and harder than before. And Ian continued the caress of his tongue, sucking every last drop out of me.

I ducked my head, panting, breathless to see him lapping up everything. His eyes briefly meet mine as he still continued to eat me through the orgasm and I willed myself to breathe out, "Three."