Gretchen nuzzles my neck as we ride toward my flat, her hunger for me palpable, especially when she wriggles her sexy erse.But when she pulls my earlobe into her mouth and sucks, I nearly careen off the road.I've never met a woman who wants me this much and with such obvious lust.The way Gretchen nestles her legs around me is driving me mad.She seems determined to nibble on every part of me she can reach.When she touches her lips to my ear and blows gently, every part of my body craves the lass even more intensely.Tapag, when she slides her hand down to my groin, I nearly crash us into asheugh.I expected to hear a terrified scream, but the lass remains silent, instead hugging me tighter.
Once we've parked in the underground garage, I help Gretchen off the bike."Hope I didnae frighten ye, lass."
"Why would you think that?"
"Because I, ah..."
She smiles."Oh, you mean when we almost fell into a ditch."
"Aye.We call it asheughin Gaelic."
"Uh-huh."Gretchen rubs up against me, cradling my cock with her hand.Even through my jeans, she can feel how stiff I am."Give me the Gaelic lesson later, hey?"
The lass follows me up the three flights to my flat.She doesn't lag behind me, doesn't hesitate at all, and every time I glance back, she licks her lips like she means to devour me.My traitorous mind conjures up all sorts of wicked things I'd love to do to her.But my first task will be to strip her naked and finally learn whether my fantasies are accurate.I have one more obstacle, though.I need to open the sodding door.
That simple task takes five attempts.
And then, at last, I slam the door behind us.
We stand here in silence for a few seconds while the lass appraises me from head to toe.When she cradles my cock in her hand, I nearlycaithright then.Spilling myself before I've even kissed her would be the ultimate shame.I'd never live it down if anyone found out.When she gazes up at me with her pupils blown, I know she craves me as much as I crave her.
"Are ye positive ye want this with me?Because we can shake hands and go our separate ways."Please say no, lass.I need to fuck ye like I've never needed to fuck any woman before.
"Don't you dare kick me out the door," Gretchen sidles up to me, fondling her own tits in the most lascivious manner."I'm so fucking hot for you I might erupt like a supernova.So no, I don't plan on leaving until you've given me mind-blowing orgasms at least five times."
Thank the stars.My cock is hard as steel, and the only thing it hungers for is her lush body.
I kick the door shut and pin her to the wall with my hands braced above her head.Her jacket has already slipped off her shoulders and lies puddled at her feet.I cannae stop myself from rubbing myslatinto her groin over and over.The hard length of my erection must be impossible to miss.Then she curls a hand into my shirt, yanking with a surprising boldness.Her chest heaves as she issues a soft, desperate plea.
"Please hurry, Kirk.Need you inside me."
I tug one hand away so I can roughly fondle her tit, and she gasps, arching into my palm while I flick my fingertip over her nipple again and again.I'm usually the slow-burn sort, but I need tocaithinside this woman until she cannae breathe anymore, until my cock buried deep inside her is all she needs or wants.With trembling hands, she yanks at my belt, but then she hesitates.
"Get rid of your jacket first, Kirk.That's an order."
My leather jacket is gone in a second, two at most, joining her coat on the floor.The lass issues a tiny, breathless moan as I rub myself into her again, both of us desperate for the friction of skin on skin.I palm her other tit, squeezing and rolling the nipple between my thumb and forefinger until I feel it harden into a stiff bud.She tilts her head back, baring the elegant column of her neck, and I take a gentle bite that makes her shudder.My cock throbs like it might explode any moment.
Gretchen thrusts her fingers into my hair, moaning and rocking her hips into me.
I have only one option.I sweep her up in my arms and carry her straight to my bedroom.I have never done this before, bringing an unfamiliar woman home, not even when I was younger and far more irresponsible.Even then, I never had a one-night stand.But I need Gretchen sprawled across my sheets with her dark hair fanned out against my pillow, consequences be damned.
She backs away toward my bedroom, neither of us giving a shite about decorum.Then she sits down on the edge of the mattress.The lass gazes up at me with no fear in her eyes, only an appetite as ravenous as my own.The way she drags her tongue across her lips while staring at the bulge of myslathas my chest heaving.
Mhac na galla.No lass has ever gotten me this excited.
I kneel before her, pushing her skirt up her thighs, inch by decadent inch."Need to fuck ye right now, Gretchen.Over, and over, and---"
"Yes, please, all of that and more."She feigns a pout."But could you hurry the hell up and screw me?"
"Aye.Your wish is my command."
I shove her skirt up to her waist and growl with satisfaction at the flash of black lace that's wet with her lust for me."I know ye want me like ye've never wanted anyone else.Dinnae deny it, lass."
"Tear my panties off,"Gretchen demands."If you can handle me, that is.Or maybe you aren't as hot in bed as you claim."
I hook my thumbs inside her waistband and drag the panties down her legs, slow enough to make her gasp and writhe, but never breaking eye contact."I could spend all night just tasting ye."
"Oh, for shit's sake," she moans.Hurry it up, Kirk."
