Unlike their usual position of Ian being the one to push her down, Scarlet did it before he could. She didn’t need Ian to always be taking the lead as if she was new to this.
Ian laid back on the bed with Scarlet on top of him, her hands still roaming his chest. Before he left, he had to thank the cook who split the food on him. Thank them for handing him this gift.
Scarlet attempted to straddle him, but unfortunately, she had worn a long dress today instead of pants so she could not.
Before Scarlet could let her dress being in the way ruin the mont, Ian helped by slightly sitting up and tugging the sides of her dress up.
Scarlet looked at him like he was out of his mind, but she didn’t stop him.
Ian raised her dress just enough that she could sit on him, but not enough that she would expose too much to him. Her knees were exposed, but with how they sat, Ian couldn’t see anything.
"I prefer you in pants," Ian said.
"Because it makes it easier for to move?" Scarlet said, pushing her finger against his chest to have him fall back down to the bed.
"Because it shows off your long legs, but yes, making it easier for you to move is good too," Ian replied, thoroughly admiring the view above him.
Only one light in the room was on since they hadn’t turned on more when they entered. There was enough light on one side of the room, but the other side was dimr. The current lightning had the room feeling more intimate.
Ian moved his hands up from her thighs to settle on her waist. He wanted to enjoy touching her as well, but he was used to being careful.
Scarlet noticed this. "You can touch . I know how to be fair."
She had done her fair share of enjoying touching his chest. Scarlet was well open to letting him touch her as he wanted. She just wouldn’t go so far as discarding her dress because anyone could walk in at any mont and they weren’t ready for that today.
"Why aren’t you touching ? I thought you would have jumped at the chance," Scarlet said, slightly disappointed that he didn’t. She expected there would be much he wanted to do once he got permission to.
"Patience, Scarlet. You were the one who said I could it slow-"
"With getting cleaned up. Not with this," Scarlet said, tempted to pinch him. "When you have the chance to, you’re slow with touching . Must you always annoy ?"
"Yes. There’s no reason to rush. Don’t you rember saying that we have tomorrow and the days after it?" Ian questioned. She had been telling him earlier to take it slow and now she wanted it to go faster.
"Stop using my words against ," Scarlet muttered. She gasped, surprised by his hands settling on her buttocks, moving in a circular motion. He was quite bold to make there the first place he touched her.
Scarlet glared at Ian when he tapped her buttocks like he was playfully spanking her. Before she could comnt on it, she was distracted by the slight squeeze he did. It was far from gentle, with his fingers trying to dig into her soft skin.
Her hands on his chest slipped when Ian slid her forward. She was now more seated on his lap.
Scarlet realised the trap she had put herself in by straddling Ian as she could feel his growing erection. The pants were in the way, but with how comfortably she sat on his lap thanks to his help with the dress, she was able to tell that he was enjoying this a little too much.
"All I did was sit on your lap and you’re getting excited. Is it normal for you to be so quick?" Scarlet teased, leaning forward to place her hands on each side of his face. He was now her prisoner.
Ian had longed for this mont and Scarlet was going to see to it that she tortured him a bit for how he annoyed her.
Ian closed his eyes, trying to ignore her little joke. "You, what monster did I create?"
"You created it?" Scarlet chuckled, humoured by the fact he was taking the credit. "I have always been this way. It isn’t sothing many would get to see so easily."
"In other words," Ian said, giving her buttocks one more squeeze to then move his hands up the side of her body to map out the shape of it. "I am special. Don’t move around so much. Scarlet," he warned when she moved.
She was playing a dangerous ga that might make her late for dinner.
"Scarlet, unless you want this dress discarded and you are beneath , I suggest that you stop moving so much. And I am not quick," Ian added, needing that to be clear.
Scarlet laughed at his need to let that part be known. She was rely joking with him. She leaned forward to rest her head on his chest as she continued to laugh. It had been so ti since she got a good laugh like this.
"Good to see that I can humour you now," Ian said, enjoying this relaxed side of her. "Fucking hell, Scarlet," Ian cursed, startled by her biting his chest. Perhaps it wasn’t a good idea to tell her to do what felt right.
Scarlet was going to be the death of him, but at least he would enjoy his final monts. She didn’t make it any better by licking where she had caused him pain. Wasn’t she the one to ntion not knowing if sothing was clean?
"Scarlet, are you planning to have make all your rooms no longer innocent?" He asked as she was going to leave him having to take care of his current predicant. "Or will you help this ti? I’d prefer not to be looking for sothing to clean up with again."
Either thod she wanted to use to help him would be welcod.
"Just like you didn’t want my workers to find out, if you don’t want your servants to know what we did in here, you’d have to be careful to not let any spill."
Scarlet bit Ian again because of his crude mouth. She raised herself to look down at him. "You have a dirty mouth, Ian."
Ian didn’t think she could say that just yet. He touched her lips, still wanting to taste more of them, but moved his hand down, stopping at the neckline of her dress. He slipped one finger inside dangerously close toher breasts. "Co up here and I’ll show you what kind of mouth I have."
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