3. Impulse

Iain's eyes drift down your body for a moment before he turns and shuts the door. Your heart beat races slightly as you press back further into the desk behind you. Iain pauses for a moment before slowly walking over to you. Anticipation starts building up when he reaches out and places a hand on your arm. Glancing up into his light brown eyes, you give him a reassuring look. His hand runs up your arm and moves behind your back to where your dress is tied. It only takes him a minute to undo the ribbons and loosen them enough for you to slip out. Iain's eyes rake over your body again as he takes in your bare form. Seeming satisfied with what he sees he begins undoing the ties on his armor. Breathing in deeply, you slowly reach out and begin loosening the other leather strap for him. Iain's hand brushes against yours when he reaches over it to assist you. Once the leather vest is removed, he quickly slips his shirt up over his head. Frowning slightly, you slowly trace your fingers over one of the many scars covering his muscular form. Iain sees your concerned look and shrugs lightly as if it's nothing. He takes a step back then removes his pants before sitting down on the bed. Your eyes trail down to large appendage between his legs and feel a slight twinge of apprehension.

Iain leans forward and grabs your wrist, then tugs you towards him. Biting your lip, you hesitantly raise your leg and place your knee on the mattress next to him. You feel Iain reach beneath you before you slowly lower onto his lap. Exhaling deeply, you close your eyes as his thick shaft begins moving into your small opening. Iain wraps his arms around your torso and pulls you down further. Gasping, you feel yourself being stretched slightly when his full length forces its way inside. You hesitantly place your hands on his shoulders for balance as you pull your other leg onto the bed. Iain grunts lightly as he continues moving you in his arms. After a moment he leans down slightly and sharp pain shoots across your chest when he bites down on your nipple. "Iain!" You exclaim, however, your tone conveys pleasure rather than discouragement. When tongue flicks across your sensitive skin, you reflexively try to pull back. His arms tighten around you, keeping you in place. Struggling slightly in his grip, you feel your inner walls tighten around him. After a moment, you stop fighting him as a rush of pleasure overtakes you. Once you've caught your breath, Iain leans back onto the bed. You remain sitting up and look down to see is slightly expectant expression.

Gingerly placing your hands back on his upper torso, you slowly begin moving yourself up and down his shaft. Iain's hands remain loosely gripped around your waist as he watches you ride him. Despite your trepidation, you feel yourself slowly acclimating as your body responds to your movements. Moaning softly, you arch your back slightly as you lean back into him. A small smirk tugs at Iain's lips and you feel one of his hands slide off your waist. You nearly pull away again when you feel his rough fingers brush against your tender clit. His other hand tightens around your side and you quickly resume your motions. Iain's fingers firmly press into you as he moves them in a concentric pattern. Pressing your palms deeper into his shoulders, you lean forward into his touch. Closing your eyes, you try to concentrate on your movements while waves of pleasure wash over you. Iain's fingers don't stop moving and your eyes quickly fly open when you feel his coarse beard brush against your lips. His hand on your waist quickly slides up your back, holding you in place, as he presses his mouth against yours. You're unable to struggle when you become momentarily paralyzed by an intense climax. Before you can recover, his other hand moves to your waist and he quickly flips you over.

Iain is back inside of you in matter of seconds, as he continues to pin you down with his free arm. Gasping slightly under his weight, you're unable to fend him off when his mouth assaults yours again. His large tongue envelopes your mouth as he begins slamming into you. Rough beard hair scrapes against your skin as you struggle to try to get your arms free. After a moment, Iain finally pulls back and observes your flushes face. He gives you a slightly apologetic look and pulls back to give you more space but doesn't stop his movements. After slowly pulling your arms out from under him, you find yourself wrapping them around his shoulders. Leaning up, you gently press your lips against the side of his neck. Iain groans lightly and begins quickening his pace. The thick, scarred, skin is rough under your soft lips but you keep moving them down his neck. After a couple of minutes you feel pressure building up again. Closing your eyes, you lean back again and enjoy the rush of pleasure. Iain continues for a moment before stiffening slightly and quickly sitting up. The warm splash of liquid hitting your stomach causes you to slowly open your eyes. Iain's chest deeply rises and falls as he breaths out slowly. A pleased look covers his face as his light eyes regard your slick form.