Free Web NovelChapter 159: Further (2)
Warning! Mature content.
Ian was lucky not to have gotten in the tub to get wet and then wet Scarlet’s bed as she might not be so willing to do this right here. He laid Scarlet on the bed, keeping his weight off of her. He couldn’t help himself from wanting a little more after the look she just gave him.
If only Scarlet knew how she looked at him, she would stop. Scarlet needed more mirrors in her bedroom so she could see for herself how she looked right now.
"Our food is coming soon," Scarlet reminded Ian.
"It can wait," Ian replied, not interested in filling his stomach. He was more focused on filling the desire he had for the woman beneath him. fгeewebnovёl.com
Scarlet was more touchy than she ever was as her hands were placed around his neck and Ian was close to losing it because of the finger she twirled some of his shorter hair around. He had been urging her to stop thinking and just do as she wanted, but one day, it might backfire on him.
Scarlet was playing a dangerous game here for someone who was looking to go slow.
Ian avoided her lips for now and continued to kiss her neck, going lower to be just above her chest. He loved how often she wore shirts at home so it was easier to discard her clothing if they needed to.
Scarlet bit her lip as Ian’s hands moved further down her body, brushing against her breasts and settling on her thighs. She was stuck in a place of trying to concentrate on how close his mouth was to her breasts and where his hands were going.
"Ian, you can," Scarlet said, permitting him to do whatever he brought her to the bed for. She wasn’t certain about going all the way, but Scarlet was open to going further than kissing.
"Do what?" Ian questioned, wanting her to say what she wanted him to do. "Speak, Scarlet."
Scarlet hoped Ian would not think that she was shy because she was not when it came to intimacy. She made him stop teasing her by going closer to her chest only to go back up to her neck and force him to look at her.
"You’ve brought me to this bed. If you are not going to touch me, then get off me," she said.
Ian smiled as Scarlet was more demanding than he expected she would be. "And just how much can I touch you?" He asked.
Everything could crumble if he touched her where she was not comfortable.
"Wherever you want. If you continue to stall, I will get up," Scarlet warned.
They had come this far and Scarlet was impatient. He had gotten her to give in to what she wanted to feel. He had to hurry now before she grew bored of this.
Should Florence knock on the door to let them know the food was outside, Scarlet would leave Ian to have to take care of his problem by himself once more.
Ian didn’t need to be told twice and kissed her, distracting Scarlet as he opened the buttons of her shirt.
Scarlet knew what he was doing and her nervousness grew as he undressed her so her chest would be bare before him. It was nerve-wracking because she had spent the last few years showing herself to only one man and then she had to go it all over again.
Scarlet knew there wasn’t anything wrong with her body but his reaction still worried her. No matter how confident she was, should he look disappointed it would hurt her feelings. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
She didn’t get to see the reaction she had been waiting for as Ian was quick to bury his head in her chest.
He had taken her words to be quick before she lost interest quite seriously.
Scarlet closed her eyes just as Ian bit her. She couldn’t be upset with the pain he caused her since she had permitted him to leave marks where others couldn’t see them.
Ian bit the swell of her breasts then soothe it with his tongue. If she wasn’t careful, he just might taste every inch of her body.
Ian palmed her breasts, weighing the size of each in his hands. To think that beneath the shirts she wore, she was this full. He liked that it was a hidden treasure. That other men were not aware to gawk at her chest.
Ian felt her squirm beneath him as he thoroughly enjoyed her breasts. The towel he had wrapped around his waist was slipping as he moved, but that wasn’t any cause for concern right now. It might open a door for Scarlet to be a little daring and join in touching him.
He wouldn’t mind her using her pretty lips to please him or if she would accept his previous offer.
"Scarlet," whispered against her skin. "Are you finally interested in knowing what kind of mouth I have?"
Scarlet’s eyes were still closed, but she opened them to not miss what Ian was doing. "I already know how dirty your mouth is, Ian. Your mouth has been quite dirty many times when you opened it since I met you."
"Showing is better than hearing," Ian replied.
Why think of dinner when he had a good feast waiting for him right here?
Scarlet was quite tempted to have Ian show if he was as good as he made himself sound. It would be disappointing if he was all talk. She had been let down by someone who could not match their words before, leading to her no longer interested in intimacy.
It became more of a duty because of her marriage rather than something she enjoyed. The claims that she did not enjoy lying with a man came from the wrong assumption.
"Then do it," Scarlet answered. If he was so eager to make her feel good then there was no reason to stop him.
Ian had been filling her mind since the dream she had and experiencing it in reality instead of a dream was certainly much better.
"Ow," Scarlet cried, startled by Ian biting her right breast just below her nipple. She knew that he was teasing her since he was continuing to mark her body instead of doing what he had been asking for. "If you bite me once more-"
Scarlet couldn’t finish her sentence as she was surprised by Ian’s hand slipping inside her pants. She hadn’t been paying attention to where his hands were going as he had all her attention on how many marks he was leaving behind on her chest.
Scarlet grabbed his hand but it wasn’t to stop him. She needed something to hold for a moment. "You said your mouth."
"Patience, Scarlet. Nothing good comes from rushing," Ian replied, wanting to savour the moment instead of being quick.
Whatever Scarlet experienced with any man before him, she was going to forget about it right now.
Ian smiled as a bad thought came to mind. It was so much worse as Scarlet moaned just as his finger entered her. Though he had earlier wished for Jack to give up on his attempts to reach Scarlet, Ian would enjoy it if Jack would call her now so he could hear how well Scarlet had moved on.
That would certainly send the bastard mad.
Scarlet didn’t miss Ian smiling and feared the trouble she had brought upon herself. She held onto his arm as Ian’s fingers skillfully reached where they needed to.
Scarlet tried to move her right foot, but Ian blocked it from disturbing him. "Fuck," she cursed.
"That was unladylike of you-"
"I don’t want to hear that from you now as there is only a single towel keeping you clothed," Scarlet said, trying not to let him just tease her. "Ian, you!" She gasped.
Ian was pleased with himself as he found where he could get the best reaction from her. "It is there, isn’t it? Tell me."
Ian thoroughly enjoyed the view below him. Her parted lips, her breasts exposed to him, and her hair decorating the bed.
"Ian."
It was soft but Ian managed to hear her sweetly cry out his name. He had been hard from the time he laid her on the bed and now it was unbearable how much he wanted to pull her toward him and hear his name leave her lips over and over again.
Scarlet writhed beneath him as his fingers continued to please her. She couldn’t keep up with it for much longer.
Soon, his fingers were coated with a sign that she had enjoyed what he did to her.
Scarlet watched as Ian removed his fingers and placed them in his mouth to taste her. She blushed as it was erotic to see him do it without any hesitation. It was the first time she had witnessed a man so eager to taste the result of his work.
She thought it was over since they had gone further than ever, but Ian started to remove her pants and lowered his head between her parted legs. "W-Wait," she touched his head, trying to stop him. "You’ve already done enough."
"Enough?" Ian chuckled. They had far different ideas of what was enough. "Who says you are only to feel good once? Relax, Scarlet. I have not had my fill of you yet."
