A firm suck makes him curse in Gaelic.
When I hollow my cheeks and take him to the back of my throat, his hands fly off the mattress and fist in my hair before he catches himself and forces them back down.
"Sorry—feck—sorry?—"
"It's okay," I pull off long enough to say. "You can touch my hair. Just my hair."
His fingers thread through my strands immediately, not pushing or guiding, just holding.
Grounding himself as I take him apart with my mouth.
"So good," he groans. "Your mouth is so fecking good, Dalla. I'm not going to last?—"
I pull back, and the look of desperate relief on his face almost makes me laugh.
His cock twitches against his stomach, slick with my saliva, angry red and desperate for release.
"Not yet," I tell him, climbing up his body until I'm straddling his hips. "I'm not done with you."
I position myself over him, letting just the tip nudge at my entrance.
His hands grip my hips, trembling with restraint. "Please," he breathes. "Dalla, please?—"
"Pleasewhat?"
"Please let me inside you. I need—I need to feel you?—"
I sink down onto him in one slow, deliberate motion.
We both moan at the sensation—him filling me completely, stretching me in that way that borders between pleasure and pain.
For a moment, neither of us moves.
Just feeling. Just being.
Connected in the most intimate way two people can be.
Then I start to rock.
Slow. Deliberate.
Setting a pace that's designed to drive us both crazy.
I circle my hips, finding the angle that makes sparks shoot up my spine, and his grip on me tightens.
"Feck, you feel incredible," he grits out. "So tight. So wet. Taking me so well."
"You feel good too." I brace my hands on his chest, changing the angle, taking him deeper. "So deep like this. I can feel you everywhere."
His hands slide up my body—my waist, my ribs, my breasts.
He cups them, thumbs teasing my nipples into stiff peaks, and the added sensation makes me clench around him.
"That's it," he encourages. "Take what you need. Use me. I'm yours."
The words send a thrill through me.
I ride him harder, faster, chasing the building pleasure.
