I lick her with long, slow strokes, drawing shapes on her until her fingers are yanking at the sheets, her back arched off the mattress.
Her thighs clamp around my head, but I press them open again, sliding one hand under to cup her ass and lift her into my mouth.
"Fuck, Ruairí," she breathes, her voice hoarse, her thighs trembling.
I hum against her, letting the sound vibrate through her body.
I alternate between slow, lazy laps of my tongue and sharp, focused flicks that make her sob my name.
I slide one finger into her, then two, curling just right, learning again what she responds to, what makes her fall apart.
But I don't let her fall.
Not yet.
I pull back just as she's about to come, her breath caught in her throat, her whole body taut.
I kiss the inside of her thigh again, slow and soft, and when she opens her eyes and glares at me like she might kill me, I grin.
"You hate me a little right now, don't you?" I say.
She growls, grabs my wrist, and bites the base of my thumb.
"I'll hate you more if you stop again."
I shift us easily, pulling her toward me until she's on her knees, back arched, hands gripping the headboard.
I move behind her, running my hands down her spine, watching the way she shivers as I kiss the small of her back.
I don't go straight in.
I want her desperate.
I want her begging.
"Say it," I whisper, dragging the head of my cock slowly along her soaked entrance.
"Say you want me to ruin you."
"I want you to fucking ruin me," she spits out, half-snarled, half-moan.
I grip her hip with one hand, the other sliding around to press between her thighs again as I push just the tip inside.
She cries out, rocking back into me, but I hold steady, sliding in slow, inch by inch, letting her feel every part of it, every stretch, every burn.
When I bottom out, she's panting, fingers curled into the wood.
I start to move, slow at first, then harder.
The sound of us fucking fill the spaces in-between as I reach up and wrap my hand in her hair, pulling her back against me.
I fuck her deeper, making sure every thrust hits the spot that makes her cry out like she's breaking.
She doesn't ask me to stop.
She doesn't want soft.
When I feel her start to shake, I pull out again.
