He touched her again, still keeping it light, gently caressing her until he heard her huff of impatience.
Colm breathed out a quiet laugh, then gave in, rubbing her more firmly, increasing the pace of his strokes as her hips rose and fell, adding her own pressure to the dance.
“Ah ah ah!” she breathed out, in rhythm with his fingers as he rubbed her clit, drawing out her arousal. His fingers dipped lower, gathering some of her wetness before he moved back to her clit, stroking her even faster now.
He wanted her to come this way the first time. Wanted to hear the sounds she made when she was close, when she went over. Without the benefit of his eyes or their words, he was forced to use his other senses, to become attuned to her sounds, the way her body moved, even the sweet scent of her arousal.
He wet his fingers again in her pussy, then returned to her clit. It only took a dozen more strokes before her body went stiff, her breathing stopped completely, and he felt her go over.
The orgasm escaped from her in one long, loud sigh, and she sank into his bed as if every bone in her body had melted.
He grinned, loving the way she softened, the tension that had been present in her just a few seconds earlier as she strove for the peak suddenly gone. Just like that. Vanished. In one stellar climax.
It was just the beginning.
Gripping the elastic of her panties, he slid them down her legs, tossing them over his shoulder to the bottom of the bed. Her legs parted in obvious invitation, and he felt her ankles against his lower back as she attempted to pull him toward her.
She was impatient, greedy, needy. Colm felt the same way.
Jesus. When was the last time he’d found a lover who was so compatible, so in tune with his own desires?
Too fucking long ago.
Maybe never.
Colm struggled to wrap his head around how different Brooke was in bed. He’d actually been considering whether or not he wanted to continue going out with her, but after tonight, there was no question the answer was hell yeah. He sure the fuck did.
He lowered his mouth to her pussy and ran his tongue along her slit as she gasped. She was still sensitive from her orgasm. Something he was more than happy to take advantage of.
Colm nipped at her clit, his hands holding her firmly to the mattress, despite her attempt to lift her hips toward him. He was running the show tonight.
A dominant lover, Colm wanted her submission as much as he wanted her out of her mind with desire.
He pushed his tongue inside her, fucking her with it as she thrashed beneath him. He waited for the begging, but apparently Brooke was made of stronger stuff.
Especially when he felt her hands return to his hair. She pulled it, roughly, intentionally, letting him know without words that she would only obey as long as it suited her.
God. She poked the bear…in all the best ways.
He sucked her clit into his mouth as he thrust three fingers inside her hot, wet pussy, one hard shove that buried them deep. Her back arched in delight, then she took over, thrusting her hips up and down, driving his fingers in and out the way she wanted. Unable to keep his mouth on her, he used his thumb instead, rubbing her clit until she reached her climax again, keening quietly as she fell apart once more.
Colm pushed himself up, kneeling between her outstretched legs. He was just about to reach for the condom when she moved. One moment, she was lifeless on his bed, the next she was kneeling before him, her head dipping low as she took him into her mouth.
He grunted as her lips wrapped around the head of his cock, showing him no mercy as she sucked hard.
His hands flew to her hair, the tables turned as she drove him out of his mind. He gave her a taste of her own medicine, gripping and pulling her hair. Her groan against his cock told him just how much she loved it.
Fuck. They were made for each other.
Colm suffered only a second of regret that they weren’t as compatible out of bed as they were in, but he didn’t have time to worry about it for long, when Brooke took him deeper. Her fist gripped the base of his dick tightly—and she used that hold and her mouth to fuck him into oblivion.
He nearly let her drive him over the peak that way, but he didn’t want to come in her mouth. He had to be inside her. Now.
He pushed her off his cock, cupped her face, and kissed her hard, with all the passion she inspired inside him. Their tongues fought for dominance as she gripped his hips, pulling him closer to her.
Colm broke the kiss after several long minutes. Reaching for the nightstand, he fumbled around until he was able to grab one of the condoms he’d left there.
He felt her go still, her hand resting over his as if to stop him from donning the rubber.
He paused, curious.
Did she want to stop? There was no way he’d read her desire, her needs that wrong.
Had he?
Lifting her hand away, she reached down, gripping his cock once more, silently giving him the green light to continue.
He didn’t move immediately, concerned about her hesitation. However, as she’d done several times tonight, his concerns vanished when she reached lower and gripped his balls, fondling them before moving her hand even farther back, the tip of one finger toying with his anus.
He sucked in a harsh breath as he gripped her wrists, chuckling under his breath. She was a wildcat—and he needed her.
Right. Fucking. Now.
Colm quickly slid
