Page 138 of Distant Shores
But I wasn’t looking because Ireland’s hands slid down the tops of my thighs, and that was all that existed—her skin on mine, with the pressure on the right one stronger than the left.
Her hand lingered at the edge of my cast, exceedingly gentle, while her right trailed back up my thigh with excruciating slowness. Right before she made it to what had to be the biggest tent of my life, she paused, the question hanging silently in the air.
I’d never wanted anything more. I should write her a sticky note with blanket permission to touch me.
I opened my mouth to tell heryes,but I was actually afraid of what would come out of if I tried to speak. Instead, I let go of the quilt and finally did what I was dying to do. I laid my open palm on the soft skin of her spine, just below her crop top.
Her back arched, which made her ass press lightly onto my chest, and I about wept.
Never, not in a million of my wildest fantasies, had this been a possibility.
As I hoped, she took my touch as permission and grasped my aching erection through the fabric of my shorts.
My hips shot off the bed, a dire miscalculation, as the pain shot through my ankle like a lightning bolt.
Ireland paused, feeling it, and glanced at me over her shoulder.
I shook my head at her. “Please,” I rasped. “Please don’t stop.”
She studied me for a moment, then, holding my gaze, she stroked me, sure and thorough.
I panted, unabashed and so turned on, I had to actually focus back on the pain so I wouldn’t shame myself.
Maybe itwasgood I was in this condition.
The ghost of a smile graced her lips, but her breaths were coming quicker, too, and something about that emboldened me.
I raked my fingertips down her spine and was rewarded when she arched her back again. Her eyes fluttered shut briefly, but then she turned back around, hooked her thumbs into my waistband, and pushed my shorts down, freeing me.
My brain backfired like an old engine, throwing ideas and feelings at me in rapid succession.
Thank God Cole got me showered. Don’t think of Cole right now. I want to see her face. I want to hide. I need her naked. Ugh, so soft. So warm. Indigo. My Indigo Girl. Her ass—so close, but too far. Damn our height difference.
Then her mouth was on me, and any level of thinking became impossible.
Ireland’s tongue swiped over my head, then licked down my erection, sure and thorough in its exploration. My other hand flew to her waist, and I gripped her there securely while raking the other up and down her spine. I felt her moan through my contact with her skin more than heard it, just before she swallowed me down completely.
I gasped, my hips bucking again, and I didn’t stop them, sinking into that little bit of pain to hold myself back.
I needed this to last—at least for a few minutes.
She found a rhythm then, bobbing up and down my dick with enthusiasm, and I just held on for dear life, my skin tingling and on fire at the same time. My chest rose and fell rapidly underneath her, and when her right hand squeezed my upper thigh, I bucked again. Raking my hand up her back, I got as close to her head as I could, feeling its movements as she gave me the most pleasure I’d ever felt.
I clenched my jaw and moaned—becausethis woman.
Her hips gyrated lightly against my chest, but I suspected she was holding a good bit of her weight off me. I smoothed my left hand down the bare skin of her waist to her thigh, resting on top of her skin beneath her skirt to confirm that suspicion.
Those strong thighs that starred in my fantasies were rock-hard as she held her weight and worked me over.
She popped off to catch her breath, then licked all around me, worshiping my body in a way that fundamentally changed something inside me.
I slid my hand back to her waist, then snaked around her body, resting my palm on her stomach, feeling her breathe. She sucked on my head then, focusing on the sensitive skin there, and I freakingfeltit. A pathetic whine escaped my throat, but damn if I cared. She hummed in response, the vibration absorbed by my hands pressed against her, just before she redoubled her efforts. Her nails joined the party then, raking against my own flexing thighs, and I lost it.
Who I was, where I was. There was nothing buther, and no amount of microdosing pain could hold off me coming.
I had just enough sense to warn her, tapping twice in a pointed way near her neck.
She didn’t let up, but her hips pressed down on my chest with a little more pressure, and that was the final straw.
