Page 14 of Until Ireland

I chuckled. “A little bit.”

She sighed, laying her hands flat to my chest. “You’re a dick with a conscience.”

There was a first time for everything. I shrugged. “Maybe a little bit.” I kissed her again, unable to get her taste off my mind. I wanted it imprinted on my senses. When her tongue swiped across mine, I delve deeper. I swallowed her soft sighs and moans. She arched to me, rubbing against my hard cock. Fuck, I was slowly losing the battle with her. Tangling my fingers in her hair, I slanted her head in a position where I could take back some of the control she’d ripped from me. I wanted to remember her taste on my lips. When I looked at her again, I craved remembering this moment, her laid out on my guest bed, her shirt pushed up, exposing her tattooed flesh to my starved gaze.

I slipped my hand between the band of the sweats and her warm flesh, groaning when I found she’d taken her panties off too.

She strained toward me. “Touch me. It’s been so long.”

Who was I to deny her a little pleasure?

My dick jerked at the idea, throbbing behind the confines of the zipper of my pants. With her legs spread, I ran my hand lower, teasing the soft curls covering her pussy before tracing the shape of her sex She was wet. The heat of her core seared me. Her slickness tempted me beyond reason. I closed my eyes, sinking into the sensation of touching her soft pussy before I allowed myself the pleasure of pressing first one finger then a second into her. Ireland’s back arched. She tilted her head; her throat bared for my mark. I grinned, pushing my fingers deeper into her while settling over her. I buried my face into her neck, nuzzling the soft flesh.

Her moans were sumptuous. I wanted to hear them every moment of every day. Nipping and sucking on her skin, I fucked her in slow, teasing thrusts before adding a third digit. She whimpered my name, straining against me. Her pussy sucked on my fingers, quivering around the intrusion while spilling more of her silky cream all over my hand. I couldn’t wait to get inside her. Couldn’t wait to feel her orgasm on my cock while I climaxed, spilling my cum so deep she’d remember the moment every time she moved and know I’d been in her.

Circling her clit with my thumb, I groaned against her skin. “Give it to me, Ireland. Show me what you look like when you come.”

She gasped. A soft whine passed her lips. She shook in my arms, riding my hand while she found her release. I added pressure to the nub, bearing down on it with each rub, extending her pleasure until she was begging me to stop. I didn’t want to. Truth was, I craved getting my dick inside her, even if I knew it was a bad idea.

Ireland reached between us and pulled the zipper down on my pants. My hard dick throbbed. The tingle at the base of my spine signaled how close I really was. “We shouldn’t.” I whispered those words even while I flexed into her hand.

She palmed my length, squeezing me near the base. “We could. We’re adults.”

I pressed my forehead to her shoulder while she slipped my dick from the opening in my boxers and began to work my shaft. “Ireland. This is dangerous.”

If I fucked her now, I’d never let her out of my bed. She’d be mine forever. Telling her would scare her off though. Plus, there was the fact she might regret all of this in the morning.

“I like danger.” She rubbed my glans with the pad of her thumb before stroking me again.

“Shit,” I muttered. “Don’t stop.”

Arousal spiked through my system. The heady sensation hit me hard and fast. Watching her take her pleasure had left me on edge, and with each pump of her fist, I grew closer to climaxing. Damn it. I had more control than this. Stamina for days. But with her, all of that self-professed restraint was gone.

I nipped and sucked on her soft skin, rocking my hips when her pace quickened. I gave over to the coil of bliss building in my gut. I wanted to get there. I wanted to come on her—in her. I craved this. The idea of seeing my cum covering her skin or filling her pussy drove some bestial instinct within me. I couldn’t stop now even if I wanted to, and I didn’t.

“Fuck.” My lip curled at the intensity of my impending orgasm.

When I came on both of us, I growled. The passion of the moment hit me deep in my gut, leaving me dazed. I held myself above her so I didn’t crush her while trying to catch my breath. My dick twitched and spilled more of my spunk until it began to soften to a semi-hard state. I shuddered and groaned.

“Wow, you were really backed up,” she teased.

I could say the same about her. My fingers were still buried in her pussy while she fluttered around the intrusion. I hummed, pulling my fingers from her and licking them before I rolled over onto my back, my semi-hard dick hanging out of my pants. “I wasn’t expecting the night to end this way.”

“Neither was I, if I’m being honest.” She turned to look at me.

I sat up. “I should get a towel and probably a fresh set of clothes for you.”

She shook her head. “I don’t want to move.”

I went to the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth out of the cabinet then wet it. “You don’t have to.” I cleaned up her hand, then the shirt she wore, along with the bit of her tattooed belly exposed. Her eyes fluttered shut as I walked away to place the rag back in the bathroom. I knew I should’ve probably gone back to my room, but I also didn’t want to leave Ireland on her own. After pulling off my shirt and pants, I went back to the bed and climbed in.

She didn’t move. Grinning to myself, I exhaled. Exhaustion tugged at me. Today had been a long ass day, and tomorrow might be even longer. Tucking her against my chest, I drifted off to the sounds of her soft snores. I normally didn’t have women spend the night with me. The act of sleeping in the same bed together was much more intimate than sex. Doing so meant allowing the other person into my life, one I’d prided myself on keeping private. With Ireland, however, I didn’t have the same compunctions.

This felt right.

The feather-light touch of a fingertip tracing the phoenix on my back brought me awake. It took me a second to remember where I was and who rested beside me. The soft light of the coming morning spilled into the room, and I lay there, eyes closed, sinking into her ministrations. When she finally shifted on the bed, I opened my eyes to stare up at her. A small smile tugged at her lips as she continued to caress me.

“Morning.”

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