Page 149 of Distant Shores
My arms shook, some nerves coming back as I fell back again, gasping when Ireland’s ass bumped against my erection.
She moaned, too, throwing her head back as she slid herself over me. “Adair.”
Panic that this was about to get way away from me sharpened my mind, and I remembered the time constraints. My hands flexed against her waist, and I liftedher off my dick and shucked her up my body, all the way to my mouth.
Her gasp was higher pitched than the others, almost a squeak, but she got on board fast, parting her skirt so that she was completely exposed to me.
She looked down at me as I slowly let go of her waist, making sure her knees were braced well on either side of my ears. When she stayed where I needed her, I grasped her ass in both hands and hauled her to my mouth, breathing her in.
Heaven.
Darting my tongue out, I licked as much of her as I could reach, tasting, savoring, exploring.
My ears were ringing as I worked, but she gasped, panted, and moaned with her whole body, letting me feel her reactions even when I couldn’t hear them.
I squeezed and kneaded her ass, encouraging her to move against me, and she did with abandon, grinding on my mouth before circling her hips. Once we got into a good rhythm, I went searching for her tits, resting my hands on them lightly, feeling them bounce and sway as she took her pleasure from me. Turning my hands over, I ran my nails over both her nipples, and she jerked, throwing her head back and gasping. Smiling into her soaked skin, it almost turned into a delirious laugh as I grasped her again in both hands and flattened my tongue against her clit, pressing down hard before nodding, then circling my head.
Ireland’s hands flew to the tops of mine, grasping them hard and guiding me in the pressure she wanted there, which wasa lot. Almost rough, and more than I probably would’ve tried without her lead.
Taking that cue, I massaged her tits harder and harder, then drew my hands back and pinched both her nipples atthe same time. Her answering moan ripped from her throat. So guttural, so pleased, that a bolt of pure pleasure raced down my spine, and I couldn’t stop my body from tipping over the edge.
I wasn’t even remotely embarrassed.
Okay, that was a lie. I was alittleembarrassed, but the feeling was soothed when I got hard again almost instantly, only pausing for seconds to register what had happened. Then I smoothed my thumbs over Ireland’s nipples, watching her face contort in pleasure as I pinched them again and again. Ireland threw her head back and gasped my name. Groaning at the sound, I closed my eyes for just a moment, drinking in the sensations as she pressed her pussy onto my mouth over and over, the motion of her hips becoming almost frantic.
I held onto her tits for dear life as I shoved my tongue into her as far as it could go before sliding it back out and repeating the motion. Over and over, I entered her, savored her, until I needed a breath. Pulling back, I ran my teeth over her inner thigh, enjoying the clench of her muscles beneath my touch. She pushed my hair away from my face, my eyes, and I reveled in the sight of her blurred smile becoming an open-mouthed moan when I guided her back to my mouth, licking a long stripe from her thigh to her soaked center. Her pants became chants of unintelligible words as I focused on her clit, flicking my tongue across it several times before sucking as hard as I could.
Her entire body jerked, and she went completely silent, her body rigid and still just before her gorgeous release soaked my mouth, my face.
My entire existence.
Before I could even process what was happening, Ireland swiveled around, shoved my shorts down, and swallowed me whole.
I yelled as my hips jerked automatically, the sudden wetness of her mouth making me come again after only three pumps of my hips.
That would’ve also been mortifying if I had room for any emotion except for this one, whatever its name was.
Bliss?
Ireland lapped at my skin, and I let out a shaky, delirious laugh. My hands drifted down the arch of her spine to her ass, and I clutched her there again, halfway wondering if I could convince her to scoot back onto my face when she was done.
I’d almost resolved to ask her, but then she planted a long, languid kiss on my hipbone and straightened.
My hands fell to her hips, and I held her there, savoring her warmth against my chest.
She turned her head and looked down at me over her shoulder. “I don’t know… I don’t know what time it is.” Her words were half panted.
“I don’t know what year it is,” I panted back.
She slid off me, and I grabbed at her blindly, tugging her back by her skirt.
“Could you,” I said heavily, taking a break in the middle for a deep breath, “hand me my glasses?”
I kept hold of her skirt as if afraid she’d disappear as she bent to get them and then slid them carefully onto my face.
Her smile was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes, tired in a good way, and I tugged at her again, tipping my chin up so she knew what I wanted.
She laughed softly, then leaned over me, her hands on my shoulders as she gave me a light, soft kiss. I pulled her back to me, pressing my chin into her and looking up at her.
