She cried out.
I groaned against her slick flesh, my tongue licking her from her entrance to above and around her clit. Over and over, I stroked, edging toward the sensitive bud of her clit without giving her what she wanted.
I needed this woman so badly I was ready to beg, and I wanted her on that same edge.
“Brogan,” she moaned, her hips rocking lightly, riding my face.
Damn, she tasted like salt and honey, and I couldn’t get enough. I ate her with single-minded focus, paying attention to the hitches in her breath, the tensing of her thighs, her hand in my hair.
It was fucking heaven.
“Brogan, please!” Her cries grew sharper, higher.
I gave her what she wanted, flicking my tongue over her clit.
She gasped.
I sucked the little bud, flicked and licked until her motions grew tense, the undulations of her hips tighter and faster.
Then I slid my tongue inside her, thrusting hard and fast, using my strength to help her ride me.
“Ohmygod,” her words slurred and her thighs turned to steel bands around my head.
I worked my finger over her clit, rubbing her hard and fast.
She came in a shout and I licked her through it, savoring her taste, her scent, her cries in my ears. As soon as she’d come down from her peak, I moved, flipping her back and climbing over her body.
She had a light sheen of perspiration on her skin that made her glow. “So. Very. Beautiful.” I kissed a path up her the valley between her breasts. “You took advantage of me like a champ.”
“Oh yeah?” She huffed a laugh, her beautiful blue eyes hazy with pleasure. Then she tugged off my shorts, springing my cock free. Her eyes widened and she ran her tongue over her lower lip. “Damn.”
“Still want to take advantage?” I asked, every muscle in my body tense. If she said no, I’d walk straight to the iciest shower and stand there the rest of the night. I’d never pressure or guilt her into anything, but I really hoped she hadn’t changed her mind.
“Absolutely. Condom?” Her fingers tunneled through my hair, and I kicked off my shorts.
“Wallet.” I reached over her head and grabbed a foil packet from my wallet.
One rip, a roll, and it was on.
“Hey, Brogan?” She wrapped her legs around my hips, and my cock settled against her entrance like a fucking magnet.
“Fiona?” Sweat beaded on my brow. This was it. I finally had this woman under me.
“Don’t hold back.” Pure challenge lit her eyes.
“Not in my nature.” I thrust forward and we both groaned as I sank inside her.
Tight.
Hot.
Slick.
If I died in this moment, it would have been okay. I’d never felt anything like the tight grip of her walls as I rolled my hips again, and again, easing myself into her, stretching her so she could take me comfortably.
Her breath hitched and our mouths met in a searing kiss when I was finally all the way in, buried so deep that I had the asinine feeling of her and I being the same person.
“Ready?” I asked, searching her eyes for any sign of pain or discomfort.
“God, yes.” She wound her arms around my neck.
I slid out, and we both moaned on the return. Good. It was too good.
I set a deep, pounding rhythm, taking her with hard strokes.
She braced her hands on the arm of the couch and pushed back, meeting me with every thrust as we climbed higher and higher.
“You feel like heaven.” It was all I could say, and definitely the most poetic I’d ever gotten with any woman. But the memories of every woman that came before were erased with every thrust, every roll of my hips. There was only Fiona.
Her neck arched, and I felt her body quicken beneath mine even as the pleasure coiled tight at the base of my spine, threatening to overtake me.
Not. Yet. I needed to feel her come around my cock first.
“Don’t. Stop.” She strained against me, our hips coming together harder. Faster.
I worked one hand between us and strummed her clit as I felt her start to tremble, and when she came again, harder and longer than the first time, I fell right over that edge with her, losing myself in blinding pleasure.
It took us a few minutes to catch our breath, and finally I remembered to roll before I crushed the shit out of her.
“That was…” She shook her head, looking for a word.
“Intense?” I offered, pushing a few strands of hair from her face. It was the best sex I’d ever had in my life, and—I cringed.
“What?” Her brow furrowed. “Was it...bad for you?”
My eyebrows rose. “No, sweetheart, it was fucking perfect. I was just thinking that I should have taken you to bed, not fucked you on the couch because I was too impatient to get inside you.”
She laughed, and I felt my cock hardening again.
My need for this woman hadn’t been slaked, it had barely been fed.
“So, take me to bed,” she ordered with a kiss.
Fuck, yes.
I did.
10
Fiona
“Brogan,” I moaned, arching my back off the bed to give his mouth better access.
The man was insatiable.
We’d barely slept, which was saying something since Skye had elected to sleep through the night.
He hummed against my slick, swollen flesh, and I swore I saw stars. I gripped his hair, meeting the thrusts of his tongue with the movement of my hips as he devoured me. His beard rubbed against my thighs, the sensation unhinging me. He teased me, circling around my clit until I was a writhing mess beneath him.
“Please,” I begged, my mind whirling. I’d been claimed thoroughly tonight I’d lost count how many times the man had thrown me over the edge. And fuck did he know how to get me there. It was like we’d always been doing this, like he’d had years to study my body, my desires, and teach me new ones I never knew I had. “Brogan, I can’t…” I panted, my body tightening as he tortured me.
He backed up enough to look up at me from between my thighs, and ohmigod seeing him there, this massive, growly man who wholly had me at his mercy? It was enough to have me gasping.
He smirked up at me, teasing me with his fingers as he sat up enough for me to get a good look at him. “You think you can’t handle anymore, Fiona?” he asked, his tone coated in lust and pure, primal dominance. And damn, did I like submitting to him.
I let out a shaky breath, arching off the bed as he slipped two fingers inside me, winding me up even more after his tongue.
“Look at me,” he demanded, and I snapped my eyes to his. “How much more can you handle?” he asked, pumping those fingers inside me until my thighs clenched around him. Everything inside me coiled and narrowed to the feel of him there, to the absolute knowledge that a few more flicks of those expert fingers and I’d shatter into a million pieces, he owned me that much in this moment.
“How much?” he urged when I didn’t answer, and he stilled his fingers inside me.
“Everything,” I breathed the answer, arching into his touch. “Everything, Brogan. I can handle whatever you dish out.”
That smirk turned wolfish as he grinned down at me. “That’s right,” he said, returning to his torture. “Never doubt that,” he said, shifting to lean down over me. “How strong you are. How beautiful you are. Or how fucking delicious,” he growled, right before he sucked my clit into his mouth at the same time he thrust his fingers home.