She turned to look at me. “You’re awfully quiet since we got here.”
“Am I?”
She nodded. “Mmm-hmm. And you’re awfully…far away. For a man who told me my dress was going to be shredded by morning, I figured any quiet would be because your tongue was down my throat, and the farthest we’d make it into the room would be my back against the door.”
I turned to look at her. “I’m trying to be a gentleman.”
She tilted her head. “Why?”
“Because I wasn’t sure of your expectations for the evening. I didn’t want to assume that your invitation to stay tonight meant you were ready for anything more than sharing a room.”
Ireland set her wine glass on the table next to her. She reached up and started to unfasten an earring. “If you weren’t feeling uncertain, what would you want?”
She set the earring down on the table next to her full wine glass and began to unfasten the second one.
“What do you mean? What would I want how?” I needed to be sure what she was asking, even though it sounded pretty clearly like she wanted to know what we’d be doing at this very moment if she were game for anything.
“To happen this evening between us. Sexually, I mean.”
I drank a big gulp of my wine while she set the other earring on the table. “You sure you want that answer?”
“I do. I want to hear your honest answer.” She smiled, turned around, and gave me her back. “Would you mind unzipping me?”
Fuck. I swallowed. “Well, I want to spread you wide on that big bed and eat your pussy for starters. Make you dripping wet.”
Ireland’s voice became huskier. “Anything else?”
I reached for her zipper. My hand shook because of how much effort it took to keep my physical self-control. The sound of the teeth slowly coming apart echoed throughout the quiet room.
“Plenty else. I’d lift you up onto the dresser behind me. I’ve already scoped it out, and it’s the perfect height to fuck you while standing up. I want to watch you come and look into your eyes while I plunge as deep as I can and fill you with my cum.”
She laughed nervously. “That’s pretty specific.”
“I’m not done.” I reached the bottom of the zipper and couldn’t help myself. I slipped my hand inside her dress and ran my fingers up her spine. “Then we’ll take a shower together, and I’ll hold your ass in my hands with your legs wrapped around my waist and your back against the tile. When you start to come on my cock, I’ll slip my finger into your ass so you feel me inside of you in every way possible.”
She shivered, so I took that as a sign she wanted to hear more. “After that, I’ll let you get some sleep, and in the morning, we’ll have breakfast together. And by that, I mean, I’ll fill your mouth with my cock while I eat your pussy. You’ll be on top, so you’ll think you have control. But when you start to come on my face, I’ll lift my hips and push into your throat a little farther, then I’ll fill it with my hot cum.”
I used my hands to guide Ireland to turn around. The look on her face was a mixture of shocked and aroused. It was sexy as all hell.
I cupped her cheeks. “Too much?”
She let out a shaky laugh. “I can never accuse you of holding back, can I?”
“What about you?” I ran my fingers along her collarbone. “What do you want?”
She held my eyes while she reached up and pulled the straps from her dress and loosened it from her shoulders. With the back undone, she let go and the material fell to the floor, into a puddle of blue at her feet.
“I’m game for everything you mentioned—except I’d like to add one thing I haven’t been able to stop thinking about.”
She looked so gorgeous standing before me in nothing but a lacy, royal blue bra and panties. Her ample tits practically spilled over the little cups. Distracted, I’d heard her speak, but didn’t really comprehend a word of what she’d said.
I shook my head. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”
Her lips curved to a wicked grin. “I said I wanted to add one thing to your plans. Is that okay?”
“Whatever you want.”
Ireland’s eyes sparkled, right before she dropped to her knees.
Oh shit.
I had the strongest desire to close my eyes and thank the dear Lord for getting this woman drunk enough to write a scathing email, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the sight of Ireland on her knees in front of me. She unbuckled my pants and unzipped me while I stood, unable to form words. When her little hand reached in and squeezed my already hard cock, I thought I might come then and there.
I hissed. “I’m not going to last, sweetheart.”
She looked up and smiled as she fisted my dick. “It’s okay. We have all night.”
She pumped my cock twice, slowly, while she wet her lips, and then she lowered her jaw and slid me inside. There was no preamble, no licking my head and swirling her tongue around my crown, the way most women seemed to like to do—which was nice and all, but totally unnecessary when a man is raring to go already. I wasn’t sure if I should appreciate that Ireland seemed to know that, or if it should bother me that she did, but as she started to bob her head, I couldn’t even remember what I’d been considering debating.
Once my cock was inside her beautiful mouth, she lowered her jaw a little more and shocked the crap out of me by swallowing.
Fuck me. She can deep throat. I’m done.
Just as fast as I was down her throat, she pulled back and let her flattened tongue glide along the underside of my dick as it slid almost all the way back out. Her eyelashes batted, and as she looked up at me, I could see the mirth in her gaze.
“Jesus Christ, Ireland.”
She slid back down and again took me all the way into her throat. I had to look up at the ceiling to keep myself from being a two-pump chump who finished before she’d really started. Watching her on her knees, swallowing my cock, was too much to handle. I groaned and reached down to tangle my fingers in her hair.
I tried not to look down, or watch her head as it bobbed up and down each time my cock went in and out of her throat, but I couldn’t fucking help myself. The sight was just too incredible to miss. Ireland took me deep a few more times and then switched from long, deep sucks to short, fast pumps with her mouth and hand.
It was seriously the most brilliant thing I’d ever felt. It was like I’d died and gone to porn star heaven.
I tried to hold back, but she made it damn near impossible. Especially when she reached up and urged my hands into her hair to guide the rhythm. She’d basically given me license to fuck her face. As much as I would have liked to stand here and do that all day long, I only made it three pumps more. The urge to finish was too strong, no matter how hard I tried.
I’d told her I wanted to come down her throat, and I did, more than anything, but I also wasn’t an asshole. She might deep throat like a porn star, but she was a woman I respected. So I had to warn her.
“Ireland…baby. Fuck. I’m gonna…come.”
But she didn’t move away. I was just about to warn her again, just in case she hadn’t heard me. When I looked down, Ireland’s eyes were shut, but sensing me, she opened them and looked up.