Once my size 44C breasts were freed, he cupped them with his hands. His mouth suckled and kissed both breasts. I let out a soft-sounding yet loud moan. His hands rested on my hips as his mouth moved lower to kiss my belly. I shivered from feeling his warm hands and mouth on my body. Ian knelt down and took off my heels. He then got up, took my hand, and led me to his well-lit bedroom. We kissed until he laid me down on the king size bed with crisp, white, 300-thread count sheets. His fingertips lightly traced the waistband of my black satin panties before slowly taking them off. He started kissing up from my ankles to my thighs, slowly working his way up.

I arched my back as his mouth began licking and sucking on my sweet, hair-free cunt. He tasted me like I was a slowly melting ice cream cone in the summer sun. As I loudly moaned, I felt Ian's hands caress every silky inch of my creamy skin. My juices coated his tongue. He continued to lick me as he took off his dark jeans and his dark gray boxer shorts. He was hard for me and felt it with my fingertips. Ian knelt on the bed as my hands explored his body of perfection and softly licked his erection. His hands stroked my satin-like strands of hair. Hearing Ian's moans was all I needed from him to let me know that he enjoyed it. I took him out of my mouth and he deeply kissed my lips. He laid on his back, wrapped his arms around my ample waist, and he went deep inside me. I grinded my hips against him as Ian looked at my soft, marshmallow-like body. Our moans echoed the walls in his bedroom.

Then, he laid me on my back, wrapped my legs around his waist, and entered me again. He smiled at me while whispering sweet, sexy nothings in my ear. I was ready have an orgasm, I ready to cum. Ian brought me to climax and orgasm as he came on my pussy lips. With Ian, I had the best sex in such a long time, which was way better than sex with Derek. Ian laid on top of me and kissed my lips as we nestled in each other's arms.

"That was incredible," I said to him.

"So are you. What are you doing this weekend?" Ian said as he stroked my hair.

"I don't have any plans, other than relaxing at home," I replied.

"I was thinking maybe we can go out on a trip somewhere," he suggested. "How do you feel about going to San Francisco?" he asked.

"I would love that. It would be nice to get away from my mom. Plus, my husband's working really late."

Ian smiled as he kissed my hand. I had a feeling that this would be one of many getaways Ian and I would have together.

THE END