Page 56 of Dublin Charmer
He chuckles next to my ear. “I’ve got us covered, luv. Don’t worry about that.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Finn
Iwake to find the afternoon sun waning, and the last light of day filtering through the curtains. I check my phone for the time, and it’s after seven. It’s almost dinner, but with the warmth of Nyx’s body pressed against mine, I don’t want to get up.
This afternoon was amazing. Nyx has been badly neglected and has so much pent-up sexual energy it’s incredible. No matter what happens, it’ll live in my memories as one of the most erotic and entertaining sex sessions of my life.
My mind replays the images of her, the sounds she made, the taste of her on my tongue.
I want more. I want her.
I trail my fingers down her spine, a soft caress that makes her stir. She blinks awake, her eyes meeting mine, a slow smile spreading across her face. “Hello again,” she murmurs, her voice husky with sleep.
“Hello to you, too,” I reply, my hand cupping her ass, pulling her closer. I’m already hard, my body aching for her. She feels it, her eyes widening slightly, a playful glint shining in them.
“Someone woke up hungry,” she teases, her hand snaking down to wrap around my length. I groan, my hips jerking into her touch.
“Always, with you,” I admit, my voice a low rumble. I capture her mouth in a kiss, my tongue tangling with hers. She melts into me, her body soft and pliant.
“How about we take this to the shower?” A wicked grin spreads across my face as I imagine the water cascading down her body, her skin slick and wet.
She raises an eyebrow, a challenge in her eyes. “Think you can handle me, Dublin Charmer?” she asks, her voice a sultry purr.
I laugh, a low, throaty sound. “Oh, baby, do you doubt me?”
I scoop her up into my arms and carry her to the bathroom.
I set her down on the cool tile, her body sliding against mine as I reach into the shower to turn on the water. She shivers, her nipples hardening into tight peaks. I capture one in my mouth, sucking gently as the water warms up.
Steam fills the room, the air thick and humid. I lead her into the shower, the water pouring over us like a warm rain. She tilts her head back, her eyes closed, the water streaming down her face, her neck, her breasts. I watch, mesmerized, as it trails down her body, disappearing between her legs.
I step closer, pressing against her as my hand slides up her sides to cup her breasts. She arches into my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. I kiss her, my tongue mimicking the thrusts I want to make with my body.
She reaches down, her hand wrapping around my cock, guiding me to her entrance. It’s amazing what a night of fuckinghas done to sync up our movements. It’s like my cock knows exactly where it’s going and how to get there.
Precum leaks from the engorged head of my crown, and it dawns on me that I didn’t bring any rubbers in. “Fuck. Hold on. I need to grab a couple of play packets.”
She groans but doesn’t make any attempt to stop me, so I pop out of the warm bliss and leave a wet trail of footprints across the plush carpet. Inside a minute, I’m back, holding up a row of metallic blue foil. “Ribbed for her pleasure.”
“That’s very considerate, Mr. Quinn.”
I tear one packet free, and get things rolled on in record time. “Now, where were we?”
“I was here,” Nyx says wrapping herself around me.
“You were here,” she continues, wrapping her hand around my cock once more.
“And you were about to plant your flag and claim the landscape of my low-lying wetlands as your own.”
I snort. “Really? Your low-lying wetlands?”
“My love landscape? My carnal canyon?”
I tilt my head back and laugh. “Aye, your point is made. But if you don’t stop talking, my flag is going to lose interest in claiming anything at all.”
Her teasing smile sobers, and she gives me a couple rough strokes. “We can’t have that. I ache and expect to be properly fucked.”
