“Kieran,” I gasp, my eyes never leaving his shaft and hishand clasping and stroking himself, breathing heavy. “Kieran, I think I need to come. Please.”
He leans over me, his arms bracketing my body. His breath skims my skin, and I whimper again as he palms my breasts and runs a thumb over a peaked nipple.
“Your tits are phenomenal,” he rumbles, trailing kisses over my chest, tracing my nipple leisurely before he releases it with a soft pop. When he blows cool air across the wet, sensitized peak, my body arches into him. He chuckles darkly, trailing his mouth down my chest and abdomen, spreading my thighs. He pauses, taking in my pussy and slick thighs.
“You’re already a fucking mess.”
He reaches down and carefully trails his finger over my opening, pushing in a little, getting me used to the sensation.
“Open wide for me. Let me taste you.” The promise in his voice makes my toes curl.
When he leans in and buries his face between my legs, I cry out, my fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to me. He gives me a slow lick from bottom to clit. I moan so hard I’m grateful we’re alone in the middle of nowhere. Stroking my inner thighs, he licks, his tongue everywhere, flicking, teasing, circling my sensitive spot before diving lower, fucking me with his mouth.
He pulls back just enough to growl against my thigh, “You taste like heaven.”
The sounds he makes—low, hungry groans, the wet slap of his tongue against my pussy—are obscene, filthy, and I love them. My hips rock against his face, chasing the pressure, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter inside me.
I reach for his hair, tugging and pulling. He freezes, lifting his head up, his expression confused.
“Want me to stop?”
“Kieran—no. Don’t stop.” His name breaks on my lips, my voice high and desperate.
Then his mouth is on me again, picking up the pace, his fingers joining the assault, two of them sliding inside me carefully with a slow, deliberate curl that has me seeing stars. My vision blurs, colors dancing behind my eyelids—deep reds, violet purples, the sound of his name a blue and golden thread weaving through it all. I am close, so close. I fist the sheets, my breaths heavy, and I can’t hold in a scream when he flicks his tongue against the exact spot that makes me come apart.
“Oh, God!”
When he gently rakes his teeth against the same spot while pushing his fingers inside me again, spreading me gently, my mind blanks. Every muscle in my body goes rigid, every inch of my skin slicked with sweat. My muscles squeeze, my toes curling, and I arch up with a cry. My thighs clamp around his head while fireworks explode behind my lids.
When my vision clears. Kieran is still between my thighs, his mouth glistening, pure male satisfaction plastered on his face. He kisses my kneecap, chuckling, lips skimming along my flesh.
He rises up on his knees, and holy shit, his cock seems bigger than before. As if eating me out had turned him on even more.
Emboldened by the way his breath hitches when I reach for him, I wrap my fingers around his shaft. He groans, his head falling back, his hips jerking into my grip. “Fuck, yes,” he hisses. His skin is velvet over steel, so hot it burns. I stroke him experimentally, my thumb brushing over theslick head, and he curses, his hand covering mine, guiding me. “Just like that. Just—fuck?—”
He cuts himself off with a growl, leaning down to kiss me, his tongue plunging into my mouth like he’s trying to brand me from the inside out. I can taste myself on his tongue, musky and sweet, and it sends another rush of heat through me. He twitches in my grip, and he pulls back with a shuddering breath. “Enough,” he groans. “I need to be inside you. Will you let me?”
The wetness between my legs turns into a throbbing ache. A shiver of anticipation cascades down my back. “Yes,” I manage on a choked breath. “I want to feel you. Inside.”
He doesn’t wait anymore, just grabs his jeans and pulls out a condom. My breath turns heavy when I hear the ripping of foil, followed by the glide of his cock against my entrance, as he carefully nudges the tip inside. I tense, my eyes watering at the painful stretch. “Relax,” he murmurs, kissing my jaw, my neck, the sensitive skin behind my ear. “I’ve got you. Just breathe, sweetheart.”
I try. He’s only halfway in, and I’m already stretched so tight I might split in half if I take any more. It’s burning in the best way as he grips my hips and gives me a shallow thrust. My breath comes in short, sharp gasps, my body struggling to adjust. He freezes when I wince, his forehead pressing to mine. “You okay?”
I nod, my voice lost somewhere in the haze of sensation. He kisses me softly, his hips rolling in a slow, careful rhythm, giving me time. The pain fades, replaced with sharp, stinging pleasure—the drag of him inside me, the way he fills me so completely I could feel him in my chest. My legs wrap around his waist, my heels dig into his ass, urging him on.
“Yes, oh God—” I squeal when his strokes even out, hitting a spot inside of me that makes me see stars.
He doesn’t need more encouragement.
His thrusts grow harder, deeper. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room, mixed with our ragged breaths, the wet sounds of my pussy taking him. He groans, his voice rough. “You feel so good. So tight. You like my cock inside of you?” His question sends sparks through me, my nails raking down his back.
“Why does it feel so good when you talk like that?” I pant, my voice breathless.
His grin is all teeth. “If you like it, it’s all game,” he rasps, his hips snapping into mine. “And I can tell from the way you squeeze me that you love it.”
The angle of his thrusts changes, hitting something deep inside me that makes my vision whiten. “Oh God—I’m going to come. Fuck me harder. I need to?—”
“There it is,” he growls, his hand sliding between us, his thumb finding my clit. “Come on, baby. Come for me. I want to feel that virgin pussy drenching my cock.”
