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Ian shuddered as Roz raked her short nails across the skin of his chest and stomach. His body twitched slightly as he tried to control his insane reaction to her. But it was useless, no matter how many times he tried he was helpless to resist her seductive touch. He fell apart every time she took control like this. It was his fantasy come to life, to have this beautiful woman make love to him.
Roz watched him closely as she hovered over his prone body, her hand stroking his turgid length slowly. She was passed trying to rationalise her intense attraction to Ian, he was her fiancée now and she was allowed to drive him to the brink of insanity. Ian's impressive abdominal muscles contracted fiercely as Roz lowered her mouth to his erection. He groaned and his hands went to her head. He gathered her short hair in his hands and pulled it off her face so he could watch her...watching him. Her ocean blue eyes practically glowed, back-lit by the early morning sunlight. Ian was spellbound. There was no embarrassment or shyness between them, just a deep connection which was addictive. He didn't urge her to move, he simply let her take the lead. Ian had always been all too willing to follow anywhere Roz led him. Her hands found hidden places which drove him to the brink of madness while her mouth took him in until he hit the back of her throat. He jerked into her spasmodically, unable to hide his reaction completely. She didn't stop. Not until she tasted his release.
But Ian didn't allow her to be unsatisfied. He lifted her up until she sat on him, his length still hard and willing beneath her. Roz obliged instantly, rising slightly to sink down into him, a gasp of pleasure on her lips. Their lovemaking often took hours when they had nowhere to be. Their insatiable need for each other was as addictive as an illegal substance.
Ian watched, mesmerised, as Roz rode him. Her body sublime in the light streaming through the window. Perfectly toned and beautifully shaped, she was every one of his teenage fantasies come to life. Her small breasts were perfect, nipples hard and proudly erect. He wanted to taste them and so he did, sitting up until his lips could feast on her flesh. Roz cried out, her back arched as Ian's mouth ravaged her breasts. They rocked together, faster with each stroke until their mutual cries filled the room.
They swam at the cove. It was Roz's favourite spot to swim. It held wonderful memories as well as having the perfect swimming beach. They frolicking in the surf, oblivious to the world at large. Ian dragged Roz under several times while she swam. But Roz was a strong swimmer and she got her revenge a few moments later. Eventually they made it to the floating dock where they often met with Lil and Tom. But today it was just them.
Roz stared at her hand as if mesmerised, while laying on her belly.The rocking of the dock had lulled her into a half awake slumber. The ring on her finger sparkled brightly and she smiled softly to herself. Ian watched her profile through slitted eyes from his position beside her. It was as if she couldn't quite believe that they were engaged. That smile made his heart miss a beat. "Do you regret it?" He asked, stroking along her spine. Roz turned her head to face him completely. "No." She shook her head somewhat ruefully. "Maybe I should, but I don't. I only worry that you'll regret it eventually." Ian looked serious as he brushed the hair off her forehead. "That's impossible." Roz rolled onto her side, her head balanced on her hand, while the other one came to lie on his chest. The ring sparkled with the movement. "I can't give you children." She said softly. Regretfully. Ian returned her smile, his hand covering hers. "I have a child - but even if I didn't - all I need is you."
He leaned in and kissed her, savouring her petal soft lips. Roz looked unconvinced and yet accepting. She didn't want to think of the future too much. It was here and now she preferred to focus on. The years without Ian had made her appreciate every moment they spent together.
They spent the afternoon on the dock, swimming and just making out. It was blissful. Eventually they made their way back to the shore. The sun was beginning to set and the sky was splashed with iridescent scarlet. Walking back towards the house they hesitated to hold hands. Old habits die hard and it was still new to them to be able to show such public displays of affection. Ian was usually the one to initiate such things. Roz usually allowed it but never made the first move. But today she found herself longing for the close contact. She craved the meaning of such an innocent and yet remarkable thing. Resolutely, Roz reached for Ian's hand, her gaze already on his face as his eyes flashed to hers. With a small smile his fingers tangled with hers eagerly and her belly gave a flutter. He pulled her into his side, closer still. She fit perfectly under his arm.
They walked home like that. It felt good to be able to claim Ian as hers. Ros was happy, in a way she never had been before.