“You don’t need more, sweetheart,” He lowers further, his mouth finding my throat. “Give in. Relax and let your body talk.”
His teeth scrape over the skin on my neck, his thumb working just a bit faster, and I can’t stop it. My orgasm barrels to the surface, ripping through me. Muscles clench wildly as my fingers claw at the countertop, seeking purchase they won’t find, and he works me through it the entire time, wringing out every last drop of pleasure.
“Always you first, sweetheart.” He kisses my neck one last time before he rises to his full height once more. “Now it’s my turn.”
Chapter 26
She feels so damn good, warm and tight andmine.Grasping her hips just that bit harder, firm enough I’ll leave my marks behind, I thrust forward, finally sinking into her all the way.
She cries out as a groan falls from me, her warm, wet pussy sucking me in as she still trembles from the remnants of her orgasm. I pull her into me with every drive of my hips, burying myself so deep inside of her I don’t know where I begin and she ends, and she takes everything I give. So damn pretty with her back arched, head thrown back in her pleasure. I’ve been dreaming of this, of her, and yet nothing could have prepared me for it.
Our bodies slap together, the sound of her wetness obscenely loud as I fuck her hard and fast, chasing my own release, but this isn’t enough.
I want her writhing, sore to walk, skin mottled with the marks of my fingers and mouth. She is a craving I cannot satisfy and has been since the moment I found her in the pool at the falls. Denying it is futile; I amweakfor her.
“You feel so fucking good,” I groan, my chin hitting my chest so I can watch myself sink into her, again and again, over and over. She stretches to fit me, soaking my cock, thighs tight around me.
Releasing one of her hips, I press down on her lower abdomen, and she gasps, her head snapping up to watch me.
“You feel that?” I can’t help but smirk. “You feel how fucking deep I am?”
I add a little more pressure, making sure she can feel every thrust and every grind, her perfect pussy sucking me in, clenching around me.
“Oh God,” She cries, “Fuck I’m going to come again.”
“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk,” I growl, “Make you come again, and again until you beg me to stop, Niamh. I’ve waited for this, and you’ll be damn sure I’m having every. Last. Drop.” I punch each word out with a thrust of my hips, keeping her exactly where she is.
Her pussy clamps around me so tight, adding an extra layer of pleasure that has a warning tingle rushing down my spine. My thrusts turn jerky, slower as the weight of the pleasure consuming me completely takes over. My cock jumps inside of her, her pussy still convulsing, drawing out every drop from me.
Spent, I release her hips, and still buried inside, I lean over her, burying my face in the side of her neck as we both breathe heavily, skin slick with sweat.
Her fingers thread into my hair, nails scratching against my scalp, and I almost fucking purr as my skin erupts in goosebumps.
“That was…” She breathes.
“Perfect?” I lift onto my elbows to look down at her, my hips still in the cradle of her thighs, cock softening inside of her.
“Life changing.”
Everything stops for just a minute. The world stops spinning; the trees stop growing; I’m pretty sure even my heart stops beating as her mouth tips up into one of her full smiles, dimples sinking into her cheeks as her eyes crinkle at the corners.
“Do it again,” I breathe as the smile softens.
Her brows lower. “What?”
“Smile like that,” I plead, “Give me that smile. Fuck you’re so beautiful, Niamh.”
I kiss that smile, the areas where the dimples just were, as if I can taste it. “You say all the right things.” She whispers.
“I’ll never stop saying them,” I vow. “It’s a crime they haven’t been said before.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” She jokes, “Old Bob from the factory tells me I’m beautiful every day when he comes in for his daily brandy.”
My eyes narrow. “Fucking Bob.”
She laughs lightly, and I gently ease from her, wincing at the loss, but I help her stand, catching her when her legs wobble.
She lies between my legs as bubbles pop around my ears, her eyes closed as she hums the tune of a song I can’t recognize. She lit a bunch of candles and turned out the lights, and now my bathroom smells like lavender and I’m getting a cramp in my left ass cheek. This bathtub isn’t made for two, but she made us both fit, and now she’s relaxing against me, her hair wet, skin a little pink from the heat, and I’ll be damned if I disturb her. The tips of my fingers lightly trace shapes on the swells of her breasts just poking out of the surface of the water, the rest of her hidden beneath the bubbles.
