Ian was greedy... he was greedy and needy and craved that look on your face, craved seeing you happy and full of pleasure. Ian hated being touched, and usually that applied to touching others. But you, he couldn't keep his hands off of you... he was still skittish about being touched by you, but his hands couldn't stop their constant brushing against your skin and threading through your hair... He needed to see you happy. And he wanted to be the reason behind it.

"Baby... come on... just say the word, and I'll do whatever you like." He cooed softly, his face buried into the back of your neck. His fingers gently grasped a handful of your hair so he could place a little kiss on your skin. "Please...?"