The Room - A Sensuous Experience

Robyn punched him in the shoulder. “You let Ms. Barbie-doll Rachel think she had the upper hand over me. That is never acceptable. That’s the problem!”
Ian rolled over on top of Robyn and nestled himself in between her thighs. His voice was husky. “No, that is never acceptable. The only person who should ever be over you or inside you is me . . . like this.” He pressed his lips to hers. His kiss was deep, passionate. She returned it with equal fervor.
Robyn moaned softly as her hand dipped low in-between their bodies. Ian deepened their kiss as she caressed the bulge within his jeans. Ian bucked forward moving deeper into the softness of her hands. He wanted her to touch him, take ownership of him, because he was hers.
Her hand continued to work him up and down then back up again, moving closer to the waistband of his jeans. Robyn managed to unbutton his pants as she went in search of her prize. It didn’t take long to connect as she slid her eager fingers around the thickness that had given her so much pleasure. Her grip tightened.
Ian growled and broke the kiss. “Fuck.”
Robyn smiled into his lips. “I hope so.” She loved the feel of him—steel wrapped in silk. Her strokes were long and slow and drove him insane. Her hand was good, but Ian wanted to feel her wet heat clenching around him as he drilled into her over and over again.
He reached up and grabbed a fist full of Robyn’s hair pulling her head back for perfect access to the smooth skin on her neck. Hungrily, Ian took little bites between kisses. Robyn was a delectable treat, and he would taste every inch of her.
She gasped.
That last bite was going to leave a mark—his mark. Ian didn’t care.
Her breathing was choppy. “Mmm . . . yassss, Ian.” She brought her knees up to the side of his waist.
He loved the way his name rolled off of her tongue. Yeah, she was his woman. He whispered into her ear. “We need to take these fuckin’ clothes off.” Then he threw his head back and bared his teeth when Robyn tightened her grip and pumped his steel rod.
Her excruciatingly measured movements on his manhood, as she rubbed his thickness back and forth across the creases of her swollen folds, was pushing Ian to the edge. He could feel her heat through the soft barrier of her silky underwear. He thrust forward against her core. The pleasure was almost too much for him, and apparently, by the cute little noises he loved to hear Robyn make, it was driving her insane too. It was sweet torture for them both.
He spoke through gritted teeth. “You’re killing me, baby.” Ian recaptured her lips and let his hands run a trail down her body until he came to a full soft breast. He cupped it through her thin little romper knowing she would fit perfectly in his hands. Her nipples had already grown tight and pebbled against the roughness of his touch. They somehow managed to get even tauter as Ian trapped them between his thumb and forefinger, then squeezed.
The sting forced her to cry out. “I’ll kiss it and make it better, baby.” Ian removed her hands from his manhood and placed them above her head. He was true to his word when he sucked her nipple into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it to soothe the ache. After he had thought he’d given enough attention to one, he eagerly loved on the other.
At this point, they were making love to each other through their clothes. He always knew how to make her feel so good. Robyn’s panties were no longer just damp. They were thoroughly wet. The milky substance of her desire had so coated her underwear that it rendered them useless. Hell, she didn’t need them. She didn’t need any clothing when he touched her like this. The feel of his hardness against her sensitive flesh, and knowing the power of his strokes, had her juices not just flowing, but overflowing.
Ian released her hands from above her head. He pushed the thin strap of her romper away from her shoulders. In a couple of movements, he completely removed it along with her useless underwear from her body. Fortunately, she wasn’t wearing a bra. She was completely naked lying on top of the hood of his Camaro basking in total darkness except for the stars in the moonless sky.
Robyn’s words came out in a breathless whisper. “Are you really going to fuck me on top of the hood of this car?”
He ground out. “It wouldn’t be the first time.” He placed another wet, open-mouthed kiss on Robyn, thrusting his tongue deep into the back of her throat, mimicking the actions he planned to take with her body in a few short moments, breaking apart only long enough to remove the t-shirt he’d been wearing. The man was built like the Greek gods. Robyn wanted to touch him everywhere all at once.
Within moments, he was completely naked and nestled within the softness of her thighs. Finally, they were skin to skin.
The bulbous head of his shaft sat right underneath her heat. The scent of their sex permeated the air. It was intoxication and made their blood pump faster. Ian reached down in between the juncture of her thighs. He pushed a digit inside of her body. Robyn hissed and bucked upward.
God, she was wet. Her juices coated his fingers as she clenched around him. He added another digit and continued to finger-fuck her.