Page 44 of Small Town Firsts
He laid me out on my cool summer quilt. I expected him to dispose of his jeans, but he shouldered his way between my legs and opened me wide. There was a maniacal gleam in his eyes as he dragged the flat of his tongue along my center.
“You’re not nearly ready enough for what I’m going to do to you.”
Considering my thighs were damp with howreadyI was, I seriously doubted that. I tried to scoot up the bed to give him room, but he dragged me lower so he could kneel on the floor instead.
“Open for me,” he demanded.
“I’m open, dammit.”
He gripped my inner thighs and splayed me further. “I’m no shy boy down here. I’m going to taste you from stem to stern, Sunshine.” He licked again and lower, swirling where no man had dared go.
I shifted on the bed, unprepared for the friction of his beard along the sensitive skin of my ass as he sampled every square inch of my pussy and beyond until I was a writhing mess.
He looked up from between my thighs. “Touch your tits since I can’t.”
His rough voice and even rougher language urged me to let go. He wasn’t afraid to show me we were in this together—and to demand my total participation.
I cupped my heavy breast. It was more than a handful and my nipples were tighter and harder than they’d ever been. Each firmtug gave me a brief respite from the wildness humming inside me.
The flat of his tongue was back to create havoc on my clit while his beard buzzed over my ass again and again until the burn became a firestorm. My thighs shook as he held me down and demanded I let go.
I arched off the bed, needing more. I didn’t knowhowI needed more, but I did. I squeezed my breast and gripped his hair with my other hand, holding him there.
His dark, rich laughter pissed me off enough for me to growl out his name.
“What do you need, baby? Tell me.” He sucked and stroked but I was so damn empty.
“You. I need you.”
“Not yet.”
I dug my heels into the quilt, bunching it under me as I ground myself against his face. He let one thigh go and drove two fingers inside of me, and I detonated.
I clamped down around his fingers, my legs shaking, as he held me down with one shoulder and one hand and drank from me greedily.
The sounds—dear God, the sounds. I would have been embarrassed if I wasn’t riding a euphoria-laced orgasm that bent my brain.
The pinprick of a light in my bedroom blurrily came into focus as Ronan climbed over me. Pleasure and satisfaction gleamed in his eyes as he rolled me onto my back and rocked himself between my thighs, gently this time.
I’d curled into myself sometime between orgasm one and three. At least I was pretty sure it was more than two. I wasn’t sure. One was usually a gift for me, let alone two in one huge rolling wave.
He nipped my chin before he buried his face in my neck. “I haven’t even gotten inside of you and I’d happily die right now.”
I slapped his ass as he rocked against my thigh. I could feel him hard and ready there, just waiting to kill me one more time. “Liar.”
He propped himself up on his elbows and his heavy silver Celtic cross swung just over my breasts. “No lies. Watching you, tasting you…” He nipped my lower lip lightly with that wolfish grin. “Addicting. Breath-stealing.”
“All right, all right.” I could feel the flush burning up my chest to my neck.
“You’re beyond gorgeous, but this body.” He rocked his hips. “Made for me. Made to take me. You’ll take me, won’t you, Kira?”
I swallowed. I didn’t know how to accept the words, or even the idea that I could be worshiped like this.
I hooked my leg up on his hip and shifted him more firmly over me. I could give him the yes with my body. I reached between us, happy to see he’d had the foresight to wrap himself up for me. That I didn’t have to fumble for a condom or even analyze the fact that I might’ve said who the fuck cares if he didn’t.
My eyes flooded as he watched my face with reverence and slid into me as if I was his home. I wanted to close my eyes against the intensity burning between us.
It would be easier to lock myself away and just focus on the pleasure.
