Hailey's POV
We stood before our apartment door with him, pausing to unlock it. Having shared dinner with him, smiling like an idiot, I had grown curious about what he was up to. I asked all throughout our meal why he was smiling so much, to which he answered because you make me happy.
Turning away from the door, he caught sight of me. I looked straight into his eyes with my head cocked to the side, wondering what he was up to. It was obvious he had something in mind, but I couldn't tell what.
"Do you trust me?" he asked me out of the blue, only further confusing me. I had no idea what he was thinking, no clue as to what was going on inside that handsome head of his.
"Of course I trust you."
The next thing I knew, I was being thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and taken inside. He carefully placed me on my feet before he asked me to close my eyes. The feel of one of my soft silk scarves brushed against my skin, wrapping around my eyes so I couldn't see anything even if I opened them. Excitement raced through me, wondering what exactly Ian was doing.
In an instant, I was picked back up and delicately placed on our cool silk sheets. The soft fabric of the blindfold heightened my senses and plunged me into a world of darkness. I could feel the air thick with longing, a tangible energy that enveloped us both. Suddenly, I felt a soft touch against my skin, so gentle that it was like a whisper of sensation. Deliberately taking his time with my garments so that the silky material caressed my skin as it dragged down my body, until I lay completely bare for him to do whatever he pleased. His hands traced a path along my collarbone, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I gasped, my body responding to the tender caress and craving more.
"What do you have in store for me?" I wondered aloud, my voice laced with anticipation. My curiosity was way beyond peeking at this point, racing with a million different possibilities. The gentle touches had me wondering if it was his fingertips gliding across my skin with feather-like strokes. Or was it perhaps a soft, silky fabric trailing along my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake?
His voice, filled with desire, whispered words that set my soul ablaze. "You're absolutely stunning," he murmured, his breath caressing my ear. "The way your body reacts to my touch is driving me wild. I can't get enough of you."
As his touch continued to explore my body, I couldn't help but revel in the sensations, wondering what he would use next to tease and tantalize me. Was it a feather, gliding along my neck and shoulders, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine? Or maybe it was a soft brush, its bristles tracing circles on my inner thighs, teasingly close to where I yearned for his touch the most? Perhaps it was both.
He continued, his voice dripping with raw passion. "I want to savor you, to devour every inch of your being," he confessed, sending a surge of heat through me. "I want to hear you moan my name, to witness you unravel in my arms." His words were like a sweet melody, stirring my senses and fueling my anticipation.
With each whispered word, he encouraged me to let go and to surrender to the pleasure that awaited us. He made me feel sensations that left me breathless, eager to discover what he had in store for me next. And then I felt it.
A cool, smooth object glided along my heated skin. I couldn't help but let out a soft gasp, my body arching towards him, craving more. "What are you using on me?" I asked, my voice filled with curiosity and desire. Was it a chilled glass tracing delicate patterns along my body, leaving a trail of delicious shivers in its wake? Or perhaps it was an ice cube, melting against my skin and heightening my senses with its contrasting temperature.
His touch grew bolder and more insistent as he continued to explore my body. I could feel the slickness of warm oil on his fingers as they traced every curve with deliberate intent. My mind raced with anticipation, not so patiently awaiting the next sensation I would experience, to feel the pleasure building within me.
At that moment, I couldn't hold back any longer. The sensual play, combined with his intoxicating words and the mystery of his touch, had ignited a wildfire of desire within me. I was ready to surrender myself completely, to let go, and to embrace the pleasure that awaited us.
"Ian, please," I begged him, unashamed of how desperately I wanted him. Scratch that I needed him.
"One second, Mi Luz, you're almost there."
He wasn't wrong. The way my body was reacting to him, it was as if I could reach my orgasm with the lightest touch to my bundle of nerves between my thighs. His hands further massaged my body, tracing small circles along my inner thighs, until his finger slid over my eagerly awaiting center. I moaned a little too loudly, finding that single touch way too pleasurable.
I was hungry, craving, wanting, and desperate for him to be inside me. With my heightened senses, I could hear the pull of his zipper as I assumed he began to undress. Feeling his presence over me once more, I took deep breaths, keenly aware of what was about to occur. I was more than ready for it. The feel of his dick against me, preparing to enter me, sent a radiating heat through me, turning my blood into lava inside of me. My heart raced, ready to burst through and find him. The second his erection entered me, my walls clenched, reaching my orgasm immediately. But we both knew I was nowhere near done. Ian worked me so hard that it would take a few more orgasms before I'd be anywhere near finished.
"Did you just?" I could hear the smugness in his tone, knowing he was probably feeling a sense of confidence.
"Shut up and keep going," I demanded, swaying my hips under him.
He did just as I asked, intertwining our bodies and igniting a deeper passion in each of us. The world around us seemed to fade, leaving only him and me and the overwhelming connection that bound us together as our desires danced together. The blindfold never left my body, allowing me to feel him more so than ever before, focusing on the ecstasy that his touch and thrusts could bring me.
His hands continued to tease me, lightly playing with my breasts. Somehow, Ian was able to keep up with me. Maybe it was because it was so easy for me to reach my orgasms. Having been worked up the way I was, it wasn't until I reached my fifth orgasm that I felt the pressure of his cum shooting inside me. There's no way I could ever tire of sex with Ian.
He slowly slid out of me, rolling beside me on the bed as I slipped the blindfold off. Thankfully, the room was dimly lit, and I only had to adjust my eyes slightly to the new lighting. Ian rubbed me gently, a different sensation filled me than the ones his early caresses were bringing me. It filled me to the brim with pure love and joy, making me smile at him sweetly. His hair hung over his face, sticking to his forehead in spots from the sweat he had worked up.
I leaned over, carefully moving them off his face and back into place. Those eyes that resembled jewels stared at me the entire time, making me feel a little self-conscious under his gaze. Once his hair was back in place, I moved to place my hand at my side, but he grabbed it halfway down, kissing my palm as he held my gaze.
"I love you, Hailey, more than you will ever know," he confessed, only making this moment that much more.
"I love you, too, Ian. More than I ever thought possible."
He held me close, pressing our naked bodies together once more. His hand stayed firmly against the arch of my back as he kissed my forehead tenderly. My heart was racing, envisioning our future together. Ian was the kind of guy you find once in a blue. He was a rare gem amongst the rubble- the nearly perfect man. He understood me so well, even goofing off with me. He accepted me for me, never once trying to change me. I appreciated the way he paid attention to every little detail about me.
He'd even gone out of his way and bought me pads and coffee one day when I was stuck home with debilitating cramps. I was curled on the couch on my last pad, not wanting to face the world to get more. I never asked him to get it for me, but he did, showing up with them in tow. He then stayed with me the rest of that day and took care of me without complaint. A girl would kill for a man like him, which I somehow lucked out on. Neither of us would have imagined this would be where our paths led us, but I am glad they did.
I want to marry him, carry his children, and raise them together. I want to live a long and happy life with him, going through these crazy adventures together. We would reach new milestones with each other by our sides. I want Ian to be there when I make a name for myself in the fashion industry. Even going so far as to say that I want to be by his side at every charity event he plans, even if they aren't particularly my thing, Ian would make anything my thing if he did it with me.
I am going to ask him to marry me.
My vision blurred as tears stained my eyes, causing the stick I had just peed on to fuzz around the edges. Pregnant. I knew it was a possibility with the way Ian and I had been going at it for so many months, yet I assumed it would never happen while I was on the shot. I never stopped getting it. But I guess there's only so much the shot can do when you're being as ravenous as we had been.
My heart was racing with both excitement and worry. I knew having a kid with Ian would be exceptional and that he would care for me and the baby like no other. However, I feared that perhaps I was not mature enough yet. My biggest fear is to turn out like my mother- selfish. I wanted my child to feel like they were my number one priority. Though my job consumes much of my time, especially now that I've just started in the business.
I need to talk to Liv.