His resistance was ebbing. Slanting his mouth, he seized her full lips. His tongue ran their seam, and she opened to let him into her mouth, her own tongue dueling with his to also explore. He cradled her head and took his time enjoying the minty taste. He alternated between small nibbles, licks and tugs of her full lips.
Monique moaned at the sweet attention he’d focused on her mouth, breaking free to catch her breath.
Kieran pressed his forehead against hers. “Beautiful, is this what you want?”
“Yes.” Thick lashes batted at him.
He stood with her in his arms and carried her into his room, laying her in his bed. Monique reached for him, encouraging him to crawl up her body. She wrapped her legs around him, rolling him to his back. Her tongue trailed down his throat, to his shoulders, across them and down. She seized his nipple and suckled it until it was a tight point. Kieran arched into her mouth, his own hands sliding beneath her top, filling with her perfect breasts.
Monique slipped her manicured hand beneath the band of his pants and into the curls above his thickening cock. At her touch, his eyes closed, his breathing quickening. His hands worked to unbutton her top. Once open, he reached below the waistband of her pants. Her body heat warmed his exploring fingers.
Her mouth trailed down his body, her hands pushing down his pants along the way. He lifted his hips, and she slid them down further. His cock sprang free, long and thick, and her hand circled him, her tongue dipping into his slit for a taste before taking him deep into her throat.
One hand ran through her hair. Kieran’s hips rocked against her, deep breaths filling his lungs. Regaining some control, he lifted himself free and rolled with her.
He held himself above her to stare. “You’re beautiful.”
A small smile lifted his lips, and he lowered his head. A sweet kiss pressed against each of her eyelids, following the trail of her salty tears, down each alabaster cheek, to her full lips, along her throat into the dip of each shoulder.
Her breasts, perfect and full with rose-colored nipples, begged for his attention. He rolled each between his thumb and forefinger.
Her eyes fixed on him. She lifted her hips to rub against his muscular thigh. At the feel of her nipple between his teeth, she moaned with pleasure.
He nuzzled the silken underside of each breast and suckled each nipple again, followed by a tiny nip. Her head thrashed against the pillow as his tongue traveled lower across her taut abdomen, circling her belly button before reaching her hairless mound, her lips glistening with her arousal. He nuzzled his way deeper until he found her swollen clit.
At the first dab of his tongue, she keened. His hands spread and held her thighs as he began a slow torture. Swirling his tongue around her clit, he moved his hands up and, with his thumbs, opened her folds. Intimate fluids filled his mouth as he licked, kissed and nibbled her before spearing her core with his tongue.
“Kieran, please,” she begged.
In response to her plea, two of his fingers pressed, curled and unfurled inside her. Her breaths began coming fast, and he increased his tempo until she cried out, his mouth covering hers, swallowing her breathy orgasm. Smiling down at her, he said, “Stunning.”
He slipped his hand free. “Don’t move.”
Stumbling to the bathroom, he removed a trio of condoms from his shaving kit and returned to the bed, where she rolled to her side. “Let me help.”
She pulled the strip from his hand, and with her other, stroked his cock. Ripping the seal with her teeth, she popped it from the foil. Her mouth squeezed the condom’s tip, and she proceeded to roll it down his length.
He’d never seen a woman do that before. His body quivered at her touch. Every one of his nerve endings was on fire as he rolled her beneath him. His hands and mouth explored her sweet body all over again before he poised himself at her core and slid an inch at a time inside her. Seated as far as possible, he took a moment to savor the warm, tight feeling.
She wrapped her arms and long legs around him and lifted her hips to meet him. Kieran slid almost out and back inside. Each thrust grew harder as she rose up to match his grinds. The seesaw of their bodies rocked the bed, and the scent of sweat and sex filled the air. He reached behind her and pressed a finger, slick with her fluids, against her rosebud, slipping inside in rhythm with his thrusts.
Monique clamped down on him and screamed in ecstasy. He followed her after four hard thrusts, his climax setting off an aftershock orgasm for her.
Out of breath, he lowered himself and rolled them, still connected, to the side. Her eyes opened in a dreamy haze. “Incredible.”
“Mmm, you are.” He kissed her nose. “I’ll be right back.” He slipped from her body and used his hands to guide himself to the bathroom, still seeing stars. Returning from the bathroom, he panicked, finding her gone.
As he was about to look for her, she returned, wearing a turquoise dressing gown and carrying two new bottles of water. “I always hydrate after I’m ravished by a magnificent man named Kieran.”
“That happens a lot? You get ravished by a man named Kieran?” He tried to imitate her accent.
She laughed and kissed him. “Kieran, doll.”
Chapter 8
Kieran sighed and reached for his phone, which was playing reveille. “Ian…grr.”
“Doll, I thought that was reveille.” Her smile was brilliant.
