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towel.
     
    "Abbie...my scars," his voice was urgent and embarrassed.
     
    She tossed the towel to the other side of the room as she stroked his magnificent chest. "There is no part of you that I don't find absolutely gorgeous, Ian. You are the most handsome, sexy man alive."
     
    She dropped to her knees, determined to make him believe her. His leg was scarred. She kissed it all over softly, hurting for all of the pain he had been through. It was a testament to his courage and determination during his life or death battle. Abbie ran her hand along the ridges of the scars tenderly before she paid proper attention to his other appendage that was making itself hard to ignore.
     
    Abbie grabbed his cock eagerly, sliding her fingers along it's long, silky length. It was as large and as hard as the rest of him and she longed to taste him.
     
    Ian groaned as she gripped him in one hand and slid her palm down his length. Her tongue darted out and swiped over the sensitive head, savoring the drop of his essence that coated the tip.
     
    "Christ, Abbie. I'm dying." Ian buried his hand in her curls and stroked her scalp while his hips started moving.
     
    She wasn't about to let him die. She wanted him to come alive with sensation. She smiled as she cupped his balls and slid her mouth over his rod. Her other hand reached around and grasped his rock hard ass.
     
    She took her time tasting him, moving her mouth with increasing urgency along his cock. She could hear Ian cursing and groaning above her, but she didn't let him go. Her mouth worked him harder, pressing her tongue firmly along the silky surface as he slid in and out of her welcoming lips.
     
    "Abbie, no. I'll come. I can't take it," Ian tried to pull her away as his hips thrust helplessly into her mouth.
     
    She held on hard even as he tried to push her away. There was no way she wasn't tasting him. She grabbed his ass in both hands and bobbed up and down on his cock until he was crying out her name.
     
    Excitement raced through her and she moaned around his member as her mouth stroked him hard and fast, eager for his release.
     
    Her nails bit into the skin of his butt cheeks as she urged him to pound into her mouth. His hand tightened in her hair and his body tensed.
     
    "Oh, God. Abbie," he choked as she felt the pulsations start. As his warm fluid streamed into her mouth, she felt his body trembling. She swallowed, savoring the taste of him. It was salty and tart. It was Ian.
     
    She licked every drop of him while she stroked his thighs.
     
    "I told you to stop," he growled playfully as he pulled her to her feet. "I knew I wouldn't last long with that beautiful mouth on me."
     
    She blinked at him innocently. She was having way too much fun playing the seductress. She had never done it before, but then, she had never had a man desire her like Ian did. "Why, Ian? You didn't like it?"
     
    He slapped her bottom lightly. "Witch. You know I liked it too much." He stalked her, backing her up until she neared the bed. She started as her knees hit the edge of the mattress.
     
    Ian ripped the top sheet and the quilt back, collapsing on the bed and pulling her down beside him. He pinned her with one large, muscular arm and propped his head on the other. "I've dreamed of this, Abbie. Seeing your hair spread out on my pillow. You in my bed." He sighed contentedly as he gazed down at her.
     
    His voice was so wistful and sincere that Abbie felt tears leaking from her eyes.
     
    "Don't cry, baby. What's wrong?" Ian pulled her into his chest and held her as she began to sob. He stroked her back and held her as she choked out every bit of pain that she had held inside of her for so long.
    They were sobs of relief and signaled the end of her unhappiness. It all came rushing up so fast that she could only cry helplessly on Ian's shoulder.
     
    If he thought she was insane...he didn't say so. He just held her and comforted her until she had cried every last tear.
     
    She