“You don’t need to.” He cupped her breasts and stroked his thumbs across her nipples through the stretchy fabric, causing her to arch her back and lean into his touch like a cat being petted. And then he was watching her disentangle herself from her bra, and the look on his face reminded her that this was the first time he’d seen her bare. “Fuck me, you have the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen,” he told her, lowering himself to his knees in front of her so he could use his mouth, licking and sucking and gently nipping until she was squirming and moaning in a haze of pleasure. She barely heard him when he said, “Stand up for a second, babe. I want to take your pants off, all right?” But she felt his hands at her waist, undoing the annoying hook-and-bar fastener of her pants and lowering the zipper, and then his hands on her hips, encouraging her to stand.
It was only when she stepped out of the pants that she realized he’d slid her underwear down too, and he was still kneeling in front of her, staring at the triangle of hair between her legs as though she had some kind of heavenly dessert there for him to eat.
In a strained voice, he said, “I’m dying to taste you — may I?” And his hands were guiding her to sit again, to spread her legs wide for him.
But that was altogether too intimate.
“I don’t need foreplay; I just want you inside me,” she said, pulling away from the terrifying temptation, scooting herself backwards toward the middle of the bed where she got onto her knees, a stronger position. And he still knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed, gazing up at her in such blatant admiration that she arched her back and stuck out her chest proudly because for once she felt gorgeously sexy and desirable and fabulous. The prettiest tits I’ve ever seen, he’d said. “Come and lie down so I can ride you, all right?”
He groaned and chuckled at the same time, and complied, getting up and stretching out on the bed beside her, still wearing his boxer briefs. He hitched his thumbs into the waistband, preparing to remove them, then paused. “Aww, gorgeous, I’m afraid I won’t last long enough for you — just looking at you has me almost to the edge.”
“What happened to your big talk about going all night?”
“Oh, I’m good for that, never doubt it, but I might have to explode and reload.”
“Fair enough. Condom?” Nell took refuge in practicality. Prophylactics had never embarrassed her, and it was easier to think about safety than to let her mind dwell on the beautiful tattooed body and shredding self-control of the man stretched out in front of her.
“Ah, right.” He twisted to reach the bedside table drawer, giving her a full view of the angelic wingspan wrapped around his ribs. He snagged a foil packet and tossed it through the air to her, then lifted his hips and removed his underwear.
“Dude,” said Nell. “You’re freaking huge.”
Eamonn grinned. “I think you can handle it, ninja woman.” But he sounded breathless, and when she placed a hand at the base of his cock, about to put the condom on, his whole body trembled slightly.
“Put your hands on the headboard,” she told him.
“Wha—?” But he obeyed, reaching up to grip the metal spindles above his head.
She looked deep into his eyes and said, “Self-control.”
“It’s… not usually a problem for me.” His words came slowly, his cocky façade slipping so that she could see how shaken he was by his reaction to her. “You’re like a lightning strike, babe. So electric…”
I feel it too. “Chemistry’s a good thing,” she said lightly. Maybe sometimes too much of a good thing. It wasn’t comfortable to feel so overwhelmed. “Now, breathe.” His hips jerked as she rolled the condom on, and she placed a steadying hand on his taut abdomen, suppressing a wild desire to lick him all over — they were both too far gone for that. “Keep your hands on that headboard. Here we go.” She swung a leg over and straddled him, reached down to adjust the angle of entry, and eased down onto him.
Instinct took over. Her whole world shrank down to nothing but the feel of him inside her. So big. So full. So freaking amazing. Her inner muscles clenched, and he groaned, thrusting up to meet her as she rode him, beyond conscious thought.
She hadn’t expected any magic to happen — figured she’d get hers on the next round — but the blissful friction spiraled into fireworks out of nowhere, flowing over her, blinding and dazzling her. She was barely aware of Eamonn’s shout of delight, only that his arms came up to wrap around her as she collapsed onto him, that his face was buried against her neck with small nips and kisses in the aftermath.
She rolled off him, sprawling, limp. Beside her, she could feel his small movements as he dealt with the condom. “Bathroom’s just there, if you want to…” he said, his voice slow and sleepy.
“I will, in a minute… just… so comfortable…”
His big body was warm and firm against her back, and the sheets were silky and soft and clean. In a minute, she would go freshen up, she told herself. There would be more pleasure, a whole night of fun. Thoroughly relaxed in a way she hadn’t felt for
