A/n: OKAYYY IM SOOO SORRY for the long wait! It was just like. Okayyy now what do I write after a chapter like THAT? SO I am offering a peacemaker chapter: dentiss sex. YAY! haha
Emily rolled over in the bed, her head still ached from the day before and yet, she felt rested and content. She wondered idly what had to have broken inside her brain for such a feeling to occur, but decided she didn't want to open that door just yet. Ian was sound asleep still, mouth open and snoring quietly. She considered plugging his nose briefly, chewing on her bottom lip and smiling. For once she didn't feel unhappy, she didn't feel unsafe, or even sad.
She snuggled up to Ian with a grin on her face as she ran her hand underneath the covers. Ian jolted awake at the lightest touch of her hand.
"Morning," she said in a low, sultry voice. "Is that your gun or are you just happy to see me?" She teased.
"Doll, you know I am always happy to see you," he said rubbing his eyes tiredly. "What are yo-" He began to ask as she slipped under the blanket. She didn't know what had gotten into her this morning but she was feeling feisty and intended to revel in it to the fullest. She gently took him into her mouth amidst his various attempts at forming a coherent sentence. He stopped abruptly as he felt her encircle his cock with her hand and start stroking while she massaged his testicles with her other hand. Flicking her thumb over the pre cum that covered his cock she used it as lube as she strokes him harder and faster.
She suddenly felt herself being pulled back up the bed by a pair of strong arms, and an Irish brogue growling in her ear, "Love, you keep that up and everything will be over before its began, and besides if memory serves me correctly, I'M the one with some... apologizing to do."
She gasped as she felt a finger pinch her nipple, she felt her skin get covered in goosebumps and her chest flush at his touch. She nodded, words failing her and let him turn her over onto her back. Suddenly his mouth was on hers, their tongues dueling he bites, licks and nibbles his way down her neck. He sucks hard then uses his tongue to soothe the sting. He slowly makes his way back towards her mouth. Fisting her hair, he pulls her head back causing her body to arch as he controls the kiss.
Emily moaned as she felt him trail kisses down her naked stomach. She hissed when she felt him stop on the area she most wanted. Ian rubbed his thumb across her clit causing her head to fall back onto the pillow, back arched moaning his name. As he strokes her clit he licks her folds, tonguing her heat and having to hold her down as she nearly bucks him off.
He licks the juices that have started to flow and sucking hard he dips two fingers into her heat; groaning in pleasure at the taste of her.
"Ian! God-" she cries out, her fingers clawing at his shoulders. He hooked his arms up behind her knees giving him more leverage and a better angle. She tried to stifle her screams into the pillow next to her, Oh god she thought. She'd forgotten how good he was at this. She felt herself going towards the point of no return and as if he read her mind she felt his tongue flick faster and faster across her throbbing clit and inserted a third finger, pushing her over. She almost cried as she felt the sweet relief flood from her. She hadn't been intimate with Ian since before the accident and God how she missed it. She wanted more.
She pulled him up to her and kissed him. She didn't mind the taste of herself on his breath, in fact she enjoyed it, as she twirled her tongue around his. She grabbed at his cock wanting him inside her. Right then, RIGHT there. Ian Doyle never disappoints, she thought happily, as he thrusted his rock hard cock into her heat. Both moan in pleasure as he proceeds to fuck her senseless. The bed is shaking because his thrusts are so out of control and wild that she was afraid it might break. She holds onto the headboard and enjoys the ride. Lifting her legs he wraps them around his shoulders bending them towards her chest slamming even harder into her.
He moans as he thrusts into her over and over again. Then suddenly he drops her legs and lifts her off the bed. She squealed in excitement as he gently slammed her against the wall, her legs and cunt still wrapped around him. She clutched his face with her hands and kissed him, moaning his name. She gasped as he hit a tender spot within her and he stopped completely.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked seriously. She shook her head not wanting him to stop now. Not now that they were both so close... She enjoyed the feeling as he thrust into her over and over, now with a more slow and gentle pace. She threw her head back as he laid soft kisses along her neck, biting gently.
Within minutes she was ready again and as she felt him begin to swell she kissed him, as she continued to ride him, back against the wall, clenching her wet cunt against his cock.
"OH, GOD IAN!" She screamed into his shoulder, she heard him groan, "Emily..." in response. She felt him carry her back to the bed, though she didn't see it. Her eyes were closed as she recovered from her second orgasm. Her breathing was heavy and she felt his gentle hand brush back the hair from her eyes.
She opened her eyes, looking at him with the longing that she remembered from all those years ago. She remembered how she'd fallen for him the first time around. This, oh this was definitely part of it, she thought. Grinning at him she asked, "Breakfast?"
He laughed as he rolled off of her, "Aye, but first showers, yes?"
She pretended to pout. He threw his hands up in mock-surrender, "Alright, alright... Breakfast first!" He said shaking his head pulling a pair of boxers back on and reaching for his jogging pants.
She smiled. She really was happy, she wanted nothing more at this moment than to go wake up Declan and Lauren and eat breakfast together.
"I'll go wake the troops!" She said happily crawling off the bed, pulling on some yoga pants and a camisole.
Thirty minutes later the smell of cinnamon pancakes and maple syrup filled the house and Emily leaned in the doorway of the kitchen Lauren still waking up in her arms as Declan raced past her to the counter where a stack of pancakes awaited. She heard Ian playfully tease Declan and as she stood there, family around her, happy as ever, she wondered why she had ever left. She knew she'd done the right thing, by coming home. Because even though they'd started a new life here, she finally felt like she was home.
