Odd Living

Fifteen

I don't think Ian has had sex in a while. He seems to be struggling with my bra. Yes we still are kissing, but it isn't that hard to take one off.

"I... uhh need some help." He chuckles.

"You goof."

I take it off in two seconds throwing it in the direction of where I threw my dress. I think.

"Mackenzie, you look... fucking beautiful." I could tell he meant it. He gave me one final look over, and went right back to kissing me. He moved from my lips, to my neck. Ian's lips are so warm and delicate. I am very aroused. Ian looks me in the eyes, and watched them dilate. He gave a quick nod. I nodded back.

He slipped my underwear off. I have nothing on but my cast. Unfortunately, it's large and constantly in the way. Hopefully it won't be a huge issue. But Ian is still in his underwear.

"Why do you still have those on?" I point to his boxers.

"Ohh... I was saving that for dessert. Are you ready now?" He asks gently.

"I am if you are."

Ian was ready. He stood up and turned around so I could only see his backside. He pulls his boxers off. He has such a cute butt.

"I like your butt." I tell Ian.

He looks at me from over his shoulder. "Are you kidding?"

"Why would I lie to you, Ian? You're butt is the best I've seen in a long time. I promise." And it's the truth.

He finally turns around after a minute or two of struggling with the condom. He is so perfect. I'm finding it hard to not look at him. I'm one lucky gal.

"Are you sure you want this?" He asks me.

"I'm starting to think you don't want this Ian. Do you want this? I am ready!" I say with excitement hoping he will stop asking that question.

He gets back on top of me. He is so... warm.

Ian looks me in the eyes and says "I'm going in."

I bursted out in laughter. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please continue Ian."

"This may hurt a bit." He whispers.

I don't mind the pain. I really, really like Ian. He was the first person I met in America and I hope he is the last person I see.

He inserts his member inside of me and I let out a little moan. He slowly starts to pick up pace. After a few minutes, we attempt to switch positions. I nearly kick him in the chest with my cast. Ian is still on his knees and I am on mine too. Each time he re-enters, I moan louder.

"Is this right?" He asks me.

"Yeah... holy shit... I think I'm going to 'nut'" I tell him.

Ian runs his hands up and down my back giving me goosebumps. I start to shake because I'm on the verge of an orgasm.

"Ian... I'm going to cum."

He the thruster slower just to torture me. He lays me back on my back and goes back him with his cock-a-doodle-doo. After five minutes of that, I arch my back and my breathing picks up.

"I'm about to cum as well." He tells me.

Ian starts groaning, not as loud as mine, but you can tell he enjoyed it. He brings his torso closer to mine. Our skin is gliding against each other's. He kisses my neck, moving up to my ear, next my cheek and one final kiss on the lips sends up both into a frenzy. I cum just seconds after Ian. We decide to end it there.

Ian threw the condom away. When he returned I was laying face down in his bed. He got in bed with me, laying down like me. Asses in the air, without a care.

"Ian?" I say.

He turns face up so he could hear me better, even though I don't plan on moving. I'm still out of breath.

"Do you know what time it is?" I ask. Nice one!

"We still have an hour and a half. Do you want to sleep or shower?"

"Let's shower, then sleep." I say into his mattress. "I need to cover up this fucking thing." I turn my head so he can hear me.

"I'll go get a garbage bag and some tape." He kisses my head and leaves his room still naked.

Ian is a slender but you could see his perfect chest and veiny arms. I wonder if we are going to be more than this. I hope so. I hope he feels the same way I do. All I know is that there is no one more ideal than Ian. We fit perfectly, we like all of the same things, and he understands what I've been through.

Ian comes back with two garbage bags and a half roll of tape. He watches me as I wrap my leg. I grab my crutches and head to the bathroom. Ian starts the shower so the water is warm by the time we get in. Ian is just staring me in the eyes.

"Do you want me to get in first?" 

"Uhh... sure" he says.

"What's up? Why are you staring at me?" I ask. He is still looking at me, but I see something in his eyes. Something I haven't seen in years.

"Nothing. Let's hurry so we can sleep for a bit," Ian says getting in first. He helps me in. He is too precious.