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He pressed another kiss to my forehead. “I’ve got my woman wrapped in my arms. What more could I ask for?”
Chapter 30
Joanie
The dim light in the bedroom cast Kieran’s face in shadows as we stripped off each other’s damp clothes. My fingers trembled with anticipation as he helped me pull his T-shirt over his broad shoulders. He pulled my dress up over my clammy body, and I felt a rush of vulnerability.
This wasn’t the first time, but something about this felt different. There was so much intent behind it. The first time had been wild and random, but this felt slow and deliberate. I’d stood outside the pharmacy while he’d bought condoms. We’d planned to do this together. This couldn’t be written off as a spontaneous moment or a mistake. We were both embarking on this with each other.Separate but together.
I took a breath and gathered my courage. “I’d like to return the favor.”
He raised an eyebrow. “What favor?”
I slipped my hand down his body, beneath the waistband of his shorts, and took his thick, hard length in my hand. I’d known he was big. When he’d had me on the balcony, I’d felt impossiblyfull of him. It wasn’t just the length but the thickness that was so impressive. I pulled his shorts down.
“Lie on the bed for me,” I said. “This is one from my list.”
He raised a dark brow. Premier League footballers weren’t used to taking orders from anyone but a manager, and Kieran didn’t seem to pay much heed to his anyway, but I couldn’t do this on my knees without a soft surface underneath. He did as I asked, and I kneeled by his waist. His erection was thick and so hard. I didn’t want to get caught studying the veins in his cock, but the sight of him like this made my body tingle.
“It’s not a favor when I go down on you. I love doing it. Don’t feel pressured to do anything for me.” His biceps bulged as he folded his arms behind his head.
I wrapped my fingers around the base of his thick shaft and moved my hand up and down, gripping him. I had no idea what I was doing, but what I lacked in experience, I’d try and make up for with enthusiasm.
I lay down on the bed on my front with my face level with his middle. “You think I’m doing this for you?”
“Aren’t you?”
“No. This is for me.”
I closed my mouth around his shaft, tasting the salt on his velvet skin. A tortured groan escaped him, and I’d never heard a sexier sound. Pleasure flushed his face as I took him deep, swirling my tongue and savoring this new experience. I wanted to make him feel the way he made me feel, turned on and wild. His moans made me feel sexier than I’d ever imagined possible.
“Ah, that feels so fucking good. You like sucking my cock?”
Heat spread up my neck. Arousal sparked through me and heat pooled between my thighs. I popped him out of my mouth and licked his balls. A sudden shyness gripped me. I didn’t know how to respond to Kieran’s dirty talk.
He raised his head. “You can stop if you don’t like it.”
I dared a glance at him. “I like it.”
“You’re sure?”
“I love it, actually.”
He surveyed my face, searching for the truth in my words, and lowered his head back to the pillow. “You’re so good at it. I can’t believe it’s your first time. Have you been bullshitting me?”
I chuckled around his cock. He dug his hands into my hair, gathered it, and tugged it lightly back from my face.
His voice was full of humor. “You have, haven’t you? You’ve been lying to me this whole time. And here I was thinking you were such a good girl.”
His lip twitched, and it was almost a smile. I licked and sucked, revelling in the taste of him and his sexy groans, until his hips gave little jerky movements. Hard to imagine a man who looked this tough could moan like this. Even harder to believe that I got to be the one to unravel him like this.
“Fuck,” he said. “You’re going to have to stop. It’s too good. I’m going to come.”
I popped him out of my mouth and took a breath. “Isn’t that the point?”
“No. The point is you asked me to fuck you, so I’m going to do that.”
He leaned across the bed and scooped his shorts from the floor. With sure hands he retrieved a condom from his pocket, opened it, and sheathed himself. I lay back, and he lowered his hard body over mine. My hands raked through his wet hair. His lips touched mine again. I rose up to kiss every scrap of bare, tattooed skin. I’d dreaded this trip to Menorca with him, but now this man was all mine to touch like this.
