“Fuck, Remy,” I manage when her shirt and bra gets tossed aside. “What have you done to me?”
She smiles, her fingers reaching for my infinity knot tattoo. “This.” She licks her lips and spreads her legs wide when I drag her pants and underwear down over her hips.
I shove my boxers down and my erection bobs towards her. It knows what it wants too.
“I apologize in advance.” I rub my shaft between her legs, shiny with her slick.
“For what?” Her brows furrow.
“For taking you hard and fast.”
“Hard and fast sounds perfect.” Her voice is husky.
I nudge my way inside her, just the head, enough to feel her warm wetness. “Tell me you want me.”
“I think you already know I want you.”
I lie on top of her, supporting my weight on my elbows so that I can explore her hard nipples with my fingertips. “I want to hear you say it.”
“I want you, Bash Murray.”
My cock throbs inside her. I grip her chin and kiss her. Her lips part, letting me in, and it’s hard to tell where my breath ends and hers begins.
“Again.” I suck her neck just below her ear. I want to taste every inch of her, knowing that this is only the start of an addiction that might prove impossible to fight.
“I want you.”
She wraps her legs around my waist, sucking me in. I feel her walls clench around me and let out a low animalistic groan.
“You better fucking believe that I want you too.”
I push deeper, grinding my groin against her, feeling her wetness on my balls.
I lick my way down to her nipples, crush her breasts with my hand, suck on the tiny hard nubs, blood pumping straight down to my loins.
Remy arches her spine, pushing her breasts into my mouth. I’d happily suffocate on her and die smiling. “I think you’ve bewitched me.”
Her chuckle sets my pulse racing. I finger the silver pendant around her neck, the thing that brought us together, and slide my shaft in all the way. Remy gasps and tilts her head backwards exposing her neck and throat to me like I’m a vampire about to sink my fangs into her.
“I thought you didn’t believe in that stuff.”
“I’m Irish. Leprechauns and magic are in our blood.”
I stick my tongue in her ear, fingering her nipples, my cock pulsing when she groans softly. This must be some kind of magic spell. I’m surrounded by beautiful women, I’ve dated plenty, had one-night stands, had several brief relationships too, but I’ve never wanted to fuck anyone on a sheepskin rug on my living room floor.
Until now.
I lower myself, crushing her breasts against my chest, and cradle her head in my arms. “Mo chailleach ailainn. My beautiful witch.”
She traces my lips with her fingertip. “I love it when you speak Gaelic.”
“Is leatsa tu.”
“What does that mean?”
“You’re mine.” I suck her finger.
“Is that so?” She presses her heels into my back. “Do I get a say in it?”
