“Babe, I’m gonna come.”
She responded by sucking me in so deep, I thought I might never come out—not that I wanted to. Ireland Saint James’s throat was my nirvana, and I never wanted to leave. But she’d heard me loud and clear that time, and she made sure I knew it. She wanted me to come down her throat, and I was fucking thrilled to oblige. With the groan of her name and one more thrust, I stopped moving my hips and let go, filling her throat with a never-ending stream.
I barely had the strength to pull her to her feet when she was done.
“Jesus Christ, Ireland. How the hell did you learn to do that?” I shook my head, still lightheaded from my release. “Forget it. I don’t want to know.”
Ireland giggled. “I told you I liked to watch men being pleasured. Might have picked up a thing or two.”
I looked up at the ceiling. Thank you, Lord. Any answer other than her learning it by watching a video would have been totally unacceptable.
I smiled. “You couldn’t be more perfect if I’d made you myself.”
“By the way, I’m on the pill.”
It was going to be one hell of a long night.
Chapter 24
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Ireland
I once read an article that said the average time spent on foreplay was fourteen minutes. Obviously in the beginning things usually went a little longer for a couple, but I’d never spent two hours fooling around with a man without getting to sex—even when foreplay was all that was going to happen.
But Grant took his time, and I really, really liked that. After I went down on him, he repaid the favor by giving me two orgasms with his mouth. Then we talked while he caressed my body. I thought he needed some recovery time, but when I snuggled closer and felt him fully erect already, I found that was definitely not the case.
He studied my face as he touched my body and told me all the things he wanted to do with me—slide himself between my breasts and come all over my neck, take me from behind, blindfold me, tie me to the bed. I should’ve been satiated after two powerful orgasms, but the more he talked, the more I wanted him inside of me.
Grant started at my ear and kissed his way down my body to my toes. Then he licked and sucked his way back up. I was frenzied by the time he finally began to kiss me again. It made me crazy that he didn’t seem as desperate as I felt. So I made it my personal mission to make him feel the same way I did.
When he kissed my neck, I nudged him a little, encouraging him to roll onto his back, and I climbed onto him. I took his mouth in a kiss as I slid my hips down so my wet center lined up over his erection. Then I started to grind against him as the kiss heated. That did the trick. In one swift move, I was on my back, and Grant was hovering over me again. Only this time, he looked a lot more impatient. The victorious smile I flashed was met with a growl.
“I was trying to go slow.”
I cupped his cheek. “I don’t want slow. I want hard. Now.”
Grant grumbled a few curses as he reached for the nightstand. He grabbed his wallet and ripped out a condom, tossing everything else to the floor. Then he sheathed himself in record time.
Reappearing over me, he looked deep into my eyes. “You are…” He shook his head. “…incredible.”
I pulled him down so our lips met and spoke against them. “Every time I look at you, I feel equal parts excited and terrified. But right now, I just want the excitement.”
Grant never broke our gaze as he pushed inside of me.
“Fuck.” He swallowed. “You’re so wet.”
He moved in and out slowly, stretching me a little at a time. Even though I was prepared for him, and I obviously knew how thick and long he was since I’d had him in my mouth, it had been a while since I was with a man, and my body needed some encouragement to accept his full girth. His arms shook as he took his time, and when he was finally seated inside me, he groaned. The sound was so guttural and raw, it sent chills down my arms and legs.
He stilled and kissed me gently before he looked into my eyes and fucked me the way I needed it—hard, raw, rough, and real. Each thrust went deeper and harder until the only sounds in the room were my moans and the wet slapping of our bodies against each other.
I dug my hands into his hair and tugged, saying his name over and over. The pulsing wave began to roll through me, and Grant’s breaths became uneven. We were both losing control at the same time.
“Fuck. You feel…so fucking good. So fucking good.” Grant gritted his teeth.
“Don’t stop. Yes. Just like…oh…oh…” My orgasm hit me like a punch, and whatever words I’d been trying to form were swept away, along with any fear I had.
Grant closed his eyes. The muscle in his jaw flexed and the veins in his neck bulged. He sped up his pace and kept going while I rode the wave. As I pulsated all around him, he let out a roar. “Fuuuck!” His hips bucked, and he planted himself deeply inside of me.
After a moment, he kissed my neck and continued to move in and out at a leisurely pace. Pushing the sweaty hair from my forehead, he smiled down at me. “I’m done for after tonight, sweetheart. Now that I know how good it feels inside you, I’m never going to not want to be here.”
I smiled. “That’s okay. I like you here.”
He kissed my lips softly and nodded. “Yeah. I like you here, too.”
***
We overslept the next day. I guess technically we didn’t, since oversleeping implies that we slept for a long period of time. But since we didn’t fall asleep until the sun came up and woke up to the sound of my cell phone only two hours later, we really sort of underslept.
I cracked one eye open to slide my phone on. “Hello?”
“Why aren’t you down here?”
Shit. Mia. I pushed up on one elbow. “What time is it?”
“Twenty minutes after brunch started.”
“Oh. Crap. I’m sorry. I guess I overslept.”
“You overslept or someone kept you up all night?”
“Both.”
Mia squealed, and I had to pull the phone away from my ear. Grant squinted his eyes open, so I covered the phone.
“It’s Mia. We’re late for brunch.”
“Tell her we’re skipping and I’m going to eat you again instead.”
Of course Mia heard that even though I’d had the phone covered. She squealed again. “Get down here now. I want to hear all the details.”
Grant took the phone from my hand and looked at me as he spoke. “We need twenty minutes to shower.” His eyes dropped to my exposed breast. “Make that thirty.”
I had no idea what she said, but he swiped the phone off and buried his head in my neck. “Morning.”
I was positive I had the goofiest smile on my face, though I didn’t care. “Good morning.”
His hand slipped between my legs, and he ran his fingers over my swollen flesh. “Sore?”
I was, but I downplayed it. “A little.”
He caught my gaze. “You sure?”
I nodded.
Grant plucked one nipple, and it stiffened to a peak. “Good,” he said gruffly. “I want to fuck you from behind in the bathroom, with you bent over the sink and watching in the mirror.”