He drags my underwear down next, slow and torturous. “I’m not an impulsive man. I’ve got self-control that’s as strong as steel, leannán. I know how to take my time, to worship…and I never half-ass anything. Once I set my sights upon something, once Idesiresomething, I’ll stop at nothing to get it. No matter how long it takes. No matter how difficult it is. No matter how tired I am.”
My mouth goes dry. His words ring true based on everything I know about him. That’s how he’s gotten all of the power that hehas. But those concepts applied toother things…applied tome…it’s making my clit swell and thrum like a drum.
He spreads my legs like he’s opening a safe and seeing all the gold and jewels hidden within. His eyes widen and gleam, a smile sliding onto his face, more genuine and free than I’ve ever seen him, the corners of his eyes wrinkling with the weight of his joy. “Beautiful…” His voice is deep, like distant thunder that makes you wonder if you actually heard or not. “Sofucking beautiful.” He croaks out this time, louder, more desperate.
He stares at my pussy long enough to let nerves creep up my spine, wondering if I’m supposed to be doing something,sayingsomething, performing in some way. I’ve had sex before, but nothing like this. Nothing as intense, not with a man like this.
But before my nerves can bubble up enough to spill out of my mouth, he’s diving in like a man truly starved. He grips my hips, pulling me forward as his tongue flickers out all over me, discovering, tasting all that I have to offer.
The gasp that tears from my throat is shrill, and I barely recognize it as mine. I feel my fingers biting into the fabric of the couch on one side and a throw pillow on the other without even meaning to. The groan that Kerry growls sends delicious ripples of pleasure up my spine.
His eyes are closed, and his mouth moves and sucks, tongue tasting, as if he’s completely lost himself to lust. A manpossessed.
I lose all concept of time except for the feeling of his tongue on me,inme, swirling, flicking, sucking. He drinks of me like he can’t get enough, and I get the sense that he’s not racing to give me an orgasm, he’s just enjoying himself. My pleasure is a slow build, despite how good it feels. There’s still a part of me that’s scared to let go, to surrender to him and the feelings that are consuming me.
Kerry doesn’t seem to mind. He’s too consumed by his task, and he doesn’t seem to be slowing down anytime soon. He's feasting on me like a vampire who’s getting his first taste of blood in hundreds of years and can’t slow down or stop himself.
I look down at Kerry on his knees before me, his hair tussled, his eyes closed in bliss. His expression looks more like I’m pleasinghim,not the other way around. As he continues, pleasure slowly coils in the pit of my belly, building up and up until every flick of his tongue feels electric and I’m gasping and writhing. He holds me by the hips as he groans, continuing to devour me.
“K-Kerry,” I breathe out, overwhelmed by the sensations I’m experiencing. I’ve never been eaten out like this before, no one has ever tried for so long. His knees must be tired, his tongue growing weary, but you’d never know it based on how enthusiastically he still licks and sucks.
The moan that leaves his lips is unlike anything I’ve ever heard from him. It’s raw, almost animalistic, with a slight whine to it. He doubles his efforts, and it sucks all of the air from my lungs. Here I thought he’d already been going full force. I waswrong.
I’m not even sure at what point my hand jerks to grab his hair, but Kerry moans again, and that’s when I realize what I’ve done, how I’m tugging on the strands. I don’t have the bandwidth to care as I feel the electric zip of pleasure heightening. “O-Oh god, oh fuck.” I begin babbling, unable to make any semblance of sense. I can feel the orgasm that’s clawing its way to the surface is stronger than anything I’ve felt in a long time, in any of my solo sessions andespeciallymore than any of the times I’ve had sex with someone else. The sloppy sex I’ve had before feels worlds away from what he’s doing to me, and he hasn’t even used more than his tongue on me.
The explosion behind my eyes is sudden. I cry out, consumed by bliss, and I can feel the pull of his hair between my fingers. If I had more wits about me, maybe I’d be worried about hurting him or pulling his hair out, but I can barely even register that I’m doing it.
I hear him groan, his tongue slowing as he sips of my pleasure. I slump back, boneless, tears forming at the edge of my vision from the intensity of my orgasm. He takes several more long licks before pulling back, those gray eyes opening to scan my face, which I’m sure is a flushed, sweaty mess. His lips and chin are coated and glistening with my wetness, which makes my mouth drier than it already was.
He licks his lips, wiping his chin with his sleeve. “You taste exquisite, leannán. I apologize for how rushed that was, I…lost myself in my excitement. I’ll take my time much better in the future.”
It’s all I can do but just stare at him, mouth ajar in shock. “You…weren’ttaking your time?”
His eyebrow slowly raising into the center of his forehead makes me want to squirm away and hide. “Did your previous…dalliancesnot take care of you properly, love?” He spits out the worddallianceslike it repulses him. When I shake my head no, he scoffs. “How are these men treating women? It’s foolishness. Why waste your time touching a woman if you’re not going to take your time with her?”
I take in a shaky breath and sit forward. “I don’t think they view it quite like you do, Kerry.”
“Obviously not.” He growls. “You deserve so much better than what even I can provide you. But I’ll do my best, I promise.”
I chuckle, still feeling rather lightheaded and out of breath. “Don’t be silly, Kerry. That was…amazing.”
The soft smile he gives me steals my breath away. I’ve never seen him look so free and vulnerable, so tender. The cold, distantman who’s all business that I’ve always known him to be is gone, at least for the moment.
“Well, I’ll be doing that and more as yourhusband.”
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Kerry
Feckin’ hell.She feels so good against my lips, better than anything I could’ve imagined. It felt incredible to devour her, to give her the space to indulge her desires and let loose.
ButJesus Christ,I might’ve embarrassed myself, too, if I had any shame left. Which I didn’t, thank Mother Mary and Joseph for that. Not just from my eagerness in eating her, but from my…well,overeagernessthat left a wet spot soaked through my trousers. I’ve come in my pants like a fucking teenager. I shouldn’t be too surprised, considering I haven’t had sex with anyone in five years. Not since I first fell for Amy.
My knees ache when I stand, but I ignore the pain. I’d endure that and so much more for Amy.
Amy sits up more expectantly. I smile at her, cupping her cheek. “You should get cleaned up, leannán. We have a few things to finish here, and then we’ll be heading to Ireland first thing tomorrow. But I’ll need you for one of the things we need to finish up tonight.”
Amy’s face twists with confusion for a moment, taken aback. “What? Cleaned up…? But we…you haven’t…”
