Dropping to the floor, I rest my back against the bookcase and nudge her over until she’s straddling my outstretched legs. Our difference in height is such that by sitting on the floor, my face is level with her sweet cunt. I lick my lips in anticipation.
She gazes down at me, her tan skin flushed a rosy red. Gripping her ass, I pull her pussy to my mouth and give her an open-mouthed kiss.
“Oh, please god,” she moans.
“God can’t help you now,broc meala, only I can.” I flick her clit with my tongue. Tension ripples through her body, her thighs flex and strain. Diving in, I devour my pleading bride.
I show her with my tongue, mouth, and fingers how crazy she makes me. How I can’t get enough of her, no matter how manytimes we satisfy each other. I’ve never felt lust this intensely before.
“Cian!” she cries out, her hands leaving the shelf to tangle in my hair.
I smother myself between her legs, forcing her to ride my face until she shatters. Her knees give out, but I hold her up, relentless in my mission to squeeze every drop of pleasure from her body.
She screams again. Her tense muscles begin to tremble. Her soft skin breaks out in goosebumps. When she fully collapses, I catch her.
Easing her down into my lap, I gently kiss her, letting her to taste herself on my lips. She moans, gliding her tongue against mine.
Jesus, I’m obsessed with this woman.
With one hand I pull her closer, as the other entwines our fingers, brushing against the plain gold wedding band. One day, I want to replace that with a Claddagh ring.
The impulse startles me. I’ve known this woman for less than two weeks and I’m already thinking about giving her my heart. What thefuckis wrong with me? How has she gotten under my skin so quickly? Or am I that damn starved for affection, for touch, and acceptance, that I’m fooling myself into thinking she’s safe? That she won’t grow claws and tear out my heart one day?
I know better than this. I need to protect myself, especially from this siren.
She bites down on my lower lip and I groan. Maybe I’m past the point of self-preservation. Having her in my arms feels too good to ever push her away.
Fuck it.
We’re married. Since I don’t believe in divorce, this is forever for us. We’re in this together for the rest of our lives. If I want to enjoy it, I’m going to fucking enjoy it.
My fears can’t control me forever.
Breaking away from our kiss, I flip her onto her hands and knees, then position myself behind her. She arches her back, sending that perfect ass up into the air. I shove my knee between hers, so she spreads her legs wider.
Perfect.
Smoothing one hand over her ass, I dip my thumb into her wetness, teasing her with slow strokes. I slide that thumb up to her puckered, forbidden hole and ease inside. She tenses, holding her breath. I push all the way in before slipping out, then push in again, and again.
A low whimper escapes her lips. Her hips glide back to meet my thrusts.
Cock in my other hand, I position myself at her dripping entrance and ease inside. Her hot pussy envelopes my dick. I continue to fuck her with my thumb as I piston my hips.
“You feel so good, baby. You were made for me, weren’t you?”
Her answer is unintelligible. Satisfaction unfurls in my chest. I love the fact that I can render this intelligent, head-strong woman down to nothing but wanton need.
One stroke of her clit is all it takes for her to fall apart. Her pussy clenches around my cock so hard for a moment I see stars. Inhaling deeply, I grit my teeth and ride through her orgasm. Then I take what’s mine.
Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, I press her face down to the plush rug and use my hold to keep her in place as I thrust. Punishing. Unrelenting. I destroy her beautiful cunt with my cock. I let myself go, lose control, and take her like the animal that I am.
She gasps and cries out. Her small body shivers beneath mine. I revel in every sound, in each shudder.
My spine tingles and my balls tighten. I fuck her harder, deeper, until I come with a beastly roar. Her body clenches around me, intensifying my own release.
We collapse onto our sides in a tangled heap of sweaty limbs and ragged breaths. I loop my arms around her, in desperate need of having her as close as possible. She trembles, but I know it’s not from the cold.
Intense. That may have been the most intense sex I’ve had in my life.
