I is for Ian

With Ian.

He stood in front of me, and I began working on undoing his jeans while he pulled off his shirt. When his shirt was on the ground and his pants down by his knees, I yanked down on his boxers to let his massive, thick cock spring out. I took him into my mouth immediately and relished in the moan that escaped his lips.

I wet him with my tongue and stroked him into my mouth while he reached over me and pulled at the bottom of my shirt, bringing it up over my head. I reached behind me to undo my bra, and he pushed me back on the bed so I lay flat. With one mighty yank, he pulled at my pants and ripped them off my body. I laughed as he tossed them away.

Scooting back on the bed until my head was on the pillows, I waited as he crawled between my thighs and settled there. We kissed, and I pushed him until he was on his back, letting out a sound of surprise and laughter mixed together. It was muffled, though, as he took one of my breasts into his mouth and twirled his tongue over my nipple while I positioned myself on top of him.

I was wet and ready for him, and as his cock pressed against my entrance, I slid down, letting him fill me. He was so thick and long, but now it was deliciously familiar. Like he was made just for me. I settled on him and placed my hands on his chest before rocking up and down on him, letting him sink deeper inside my pussy and watching as he grinned up at me and gripped my hips with his massive, strong hands.

My rocking got faster, and soon it was more than he could take. He grabbed my backside, holding me in place as he thrust upward into me. His hands squeezed as he fucked me from underneath, and I leaned down over him, smothering him with my chest and feeling the oncoming wave of an incredible climax building.

My voice rose in sharp gasps, and Ian grunted with effort below me. Time slipped away and became meaningless as our bodies melded into one. No longer was there an Ian or Mina. There was one body with four legs, four arms, and one soul. We pleasured each other until our bodies were spent, and we collapsed into each other’s arms to sleep peacefully, knowing full well we would be back at it once our bodies rested and we woke.

The next morning, I awoke to a smell that not only put a smile on my face but got my stomach gurgling in hunger. The tempting, comforting, and in all other ways delicious combination of smells of coffee and bacon filled the room, and my eyes fluttered open to find the source.

Ian had his back turned to me, standing in front of the dresser, where the camp stove was cooking away. I shifted in the bed, and he must have heard me, turning to look over his shoulder and grin. He picked up one of the pieces of bacon with a fork and waggled his eyebrows. I laughed and shook my head.

“I can get used to this,” I said.

“Well, that’s good, because this is about all I can cook,” he said. “I’m willing to learn, but I’ll be honest, all I ever learned how to do was reheat pizza and make bacon and eggs.”

“Why is that?”

“Well, I’ve been doing construction work since I was in high school. Breakfast was the most important meal to have since you didn’t know when break time would be. And break time was always fast food or something, so breakfast was your best chance to have something really good. And I love bacon. So, bacon and eggs were my go-to for years.”

“You never learned how to make anything else?”

“Steak,” he said. “I make a mean steak.”

“That you do.”

“Yeah, my list is pretty limited. Usually, I go out for food.”

“Well, I love to cook. I just don’t usually have the time,” I said. “I plan on making a bit of a change to that.”

“I hope so. I would love to see what else you cook up.”

“You will,” I said, grinning.

Ian was putting the bacon on paper towels and turning off the camp stove as he turned to smile at me again. He nodded to the window.

“The second wave of the storm came in last night,” he said.

“Second wave?” I asked.

“It’s mostly just snow this time. Big and fluffy stuff. Really pretty, though.”

“Especially since we’re in a place where we aren’t worried about losing electricity,” I said.

“Propane heaters,” he said. “Even if we did lose juice, we’d be warm. Coffee?”

“Yes, please,” I said.

“Mind if I open the window?”

I shook my head, and he crossed over, pulling on the curtains until they opened wide. I gasped a little at what I saw.