My stomach spins as his thumb circles my clit, inching closer as he plays with my pussy. His lips meet mine as he sinks a single finger deep inside my core. My back arches off the bed, and pleasure zips over my spine, tingles firing in every direction across my body. He pulls his mouth from mine. ‘I could play with you all night, every night, and never ever tire of it.’
‘Promises, promises,’ I murmur as his lips blaze over my jawline, along the column of my throat, my clavicle and finally latch around my nipple. When he sucks, my pussy weeps onto his fingers. He smiles against my breast. His lipspop off all too soon, and he lifts his hand to his mouth, cleaning my arousal from his fingers with long, languid licks of his tongue.
Why is watching him taste me so fucking erotic?
He prowls up the bed like a panther, but instead of mounting me, he drops onto the bed beside me, tossing the pillows behind his head to the floor. ‘Come, sit on my face, sweetheart.’ His black eyes glint as he beckons me up with a single finger.
I suck in a breath, suddenly shy. But the need to have his tongue between my legs again wins out.
He pats the bed either side of him, motioning for me to straddle him. I do as he instructs, holding my dress around my waist and placing a thigh either side of his torso.
‘Higher,’ he barks. ‘I want my wife’s perfect pussy on my face.’
That filthy mouth.
If he keeps it up, I might drown him. I inch higher, gripping the headboard with one hand and holding my dress up with the other. Our eyes lock as I lower myself onto his face.
‘Mmmmm.’ He moans, sinking his tongue into my centre. My thighs tremble as my fingertips turn white with the effort of holding on as he plunges in and out of me. His hands palm my breasts, thumbs rolling and pinching my nipples.
It’s so good.
Too good.
His pupils are feral with desire. He rolls his tongue higher until he finds my clit and his lips latch on, slowly sucking as hot white pleasure blinds me, and my orgasm rips through me, violent and debilitating.
‘Fuck,’ I cry out, riding his face like he told me to as he watches with a satisfied glint in his eyes.
Long after the last wave of pleasure ebbs away, he’s still lapping at my centre, like he’s enjoying this every bit as much as I am. Finally his tongue slows to a stop. I rock back until I’m sitting on his chest, panting and already greedy for more.
‘I’d like you to fuck me, now,’ I tell him firmly, ‘Sir.’
37
DOMINIC
Our eyes remain locked as she lowers herself over my torso. I flip her over onto her back, and she squeals. ‘Did you forget who’s in change again?’ I demand, pinning her wrists above her head. She doesn’t fight me. No, my wife wants to be pinned down and fucked. Needs it even. It radiates from every inch of her body.
‘No, sir.’ Her blue eyes blaze.
I balance my weight on one elbow and reach for my belt, undoing it and pulling it from the loops of my suit pants. She holds her wrists out to me willingly.
‘I’ll make it so good for you, baby.’ I promise, looping the leather around her, tight enough to hold her, but not to hurt her. ‘Do you trust me?’
‘With my life,’ she whispers.
I press a kiss to her temple, then her lips, blazing my lips along her elegant neck and over her clavicle, worshipping every inch of her skin, savouring every second of this moment. ‘We should probably have put you on the pill,’ I muse. ‘The prospect of planting my babies in your stomachsets me feral, but I wouldn’t mind a few months to enjoy our marriage first.’
‘I got the contraceptive shot,’ she whispers. ‘When I thought he was going to…’ she trails off.
Rage rips over my spine at the mere idea of what Rory Kavanagh would have done to her given half a chance. He’ll pay for it. Slowly. Painfully. After I’ve thanked him for sending her running barefoot through the streets of Dublin, straight into my arms.
I press my lips to hers, kissing away the end of that sentence. Her mouth parts, and I swallow every single one of her tiny little mews of pleasure as I lower my torso onto hers, supporting my weight on my elbows. Her hips arch and grind against mine, seeking friction. Slowly, I open my suit pants and free my throbbing cock. She gnaws on her lower lip. ‘I’ve been wondering if you fuck with your glasses on or off.’
I laugh. ‘Remember the Big Bad Wolf? “All the better to see you with”?’ I wrap a hand around my shaft and pump. ‘I want to see every single second of pleasure crossing your stunning face, sweetheart. The glasses are staying on–this time, at least.’
A smile splits her lips.
‘Ready?’ I check, nudging between her thighs. She parts them wider for me and nods.
