She Likes It Irish (13 page)

His palm slipped into her dress and kneaded her flesh, while his fingers tweaked her nipples, making her knees go weak and her eyes flutter closed.

“I wanted you to pull me into your room. But you didn’t even try.”

“You weren’t ready for me then.”

He leaned in and kissed her neck, sucked on it, drawing a low moan from her mouth.

“Look at me, love,” he whispered, and she opened her eyes.

“Are you ready for me now?” His voice was low and deep and dangerous, and she suddenly felt as if she’d opened the tiger’s cage. A shiver raced up her spine. Her eyes wanted to look away from his face, but he wouldn’t let her. His eyes chained her to him and demanded she answer.

She swallowed and even managed a little smile. “I asked you to fuck my brains out, O’Neill. I don’t think I could be any more ready.”

His laughter rang clear and rich, warming and lighting the cold, dark night.

“Let’s go make some noise, darlin’.” He wrapped his arm firmly around her shoulders, she wrapped her arms around his waist, and as one they headed toward his dorm.

Chapter Nine

As soon as the door was closed behind him, Kristin attacked, throwing her arms around Sean’s neck and kissing him with a fierceness that showed her need. He gently detached himself from her.

“We have all night, darlin’,” he said. “I want to make this something you’ll remember forever.”

His bold promise sent shivers raging up and down her body.

He walked over to his laptop and clicked through until he found the playlist he wanted and let it play. He moved across the room to the window, where he opened the blinds, letting silver moonlight spill onto the tile floor. Returning to Kristin, he took her hand and stepped into the spotlight. His hands at her back, hers at his chest, they swayed to the soft, soulful music, kissing softly, whispering words of desire.

As good as the tender and soft loving touches felt, Kristin was desperate for something bolder. So far, he hadn’t come near the places screaming loudest for his attention. She wanted to rip his clothes off and take him on the floor, but he held her passion in check, insisting they go slow.

“I know you’re hungry for it all now,” he said, as if he could read her mind and her body, “but I want to prepare you…prepare your body…to accept me inside you. I’ll get you there. I promise.”

“I trust you.”

He kissed her then extracted himself from her embrace. Slowly, he kissed her face then moved on to her neck and her shoulders. His lips were like a match to her already fiery body. He made her burn with want. There wasn’t enough air in her lungs, and it made her dizzy.

He slid his hands lightly up her arms, sending chills through her. Moving behind her, he lifted her hair and let it fall over one shoulder, exposing her back. He kissed and nipped the sensitive skin at her nape then lower to where the zipper of her dress began mid-back.

He slowly lowered the zipper, following its descent with soft kisses along the length of her spine and on a wave of her soft sighs. The zipper stopped at the top edge of her panties, but his kisses didn’t. They reversed and slowly climbed back up as he grasped each side of the open dress with his hands and slowly pushed it away over her shoulders.

Her skin tingled at the feel of the material parting and sliding away. She made no move to hold the dress in place over her bare breasts, but let it fall softly to her hips and then to the floor. She shivered, not from cold, but from the sparks dancing across her skin where Sean’s mouth and hands caressed. Every nerve in her body was standing at attention, screaming his name and begging for his expert touch. If he happened on the right nerve now, touched it or kissed it just right, she would explode. She was sure of it. She’d been standing on the edge of a climax since the first time he’d touched her.

Sean moved around to her front, trailing his fingers across her skin as he did, and her breath shuddered in her chest. When he faced her again, he kissed her heavy eyelids, her open mouth, her heaving breasts, then dipped his head lower.

The simple touch of his hot mouth on her swollen nipple made her cry out, and she said his name like a prayer, softly and passionately. His clever tongue swirled around the wet tip then sucked it deep into his mouth.

His tongue trailed down to the plump underside of her breast, tasted it, sucked it. The light touch tickled and she squirmed, releasing a giggle. He increased the pressure in that area and she could handle it again.

He moved across to her other breast and licked all around her nipple, but did not touch it. It was tight and hard and begging for him to suck it. She moaned again and, to her ears, it sounded more like a plea.

As if sensing she could take no more sweet torture, he captured the point and sucked hard, drawing part of her essence out in the process. She lifted her hands to his head and held his mouth to her breast. Little mewing sounds slid from her throat. The power of her climax would destroy them both.

He slid his mouth between her breasts, moved it lower across her stomach, and down her sensitive sides. Her muscles clenched in joy when his tongue paused to dip into the well of her belly button.

“You taste so good,” he said, his voice low and thick.

Lower, Sean, lower,
her mind screamed.
Kiss my pussy. Lick it. Suck it. Bite it. Please.
The building tidal wave of need swirled, churned, and rose, higher and higher the lower he went, heating her up from the inside. She wanted to come. She needed to come. His mouth was headed in the right direction, but not nearly fast enough.

Sean knelt before her and massaged her breasts as his mouth moved lower. He was at the band of her panties. Then he was there. At her pussy. She trembled. She couldn’t catch her breath…wasn’t sure there was another breath on the other side of the one she had barely tasted in her mouth. Heated desire rose from her like fragrant steam, and he was like a starving man wanting to taste it all.

Her eyes opened and she looked down at him just as his mouth captured her mound like he was taking a bite out of a juicy peach. His teeth bit her though the thin material of her panties, grazing her engorged clit. His tongue snaked inside her panties and pressed against that nib of nerves.

As if he could feel her last shred of control going, he grabbed her hips and raised her knee to his shoulder and pulled her closer. With a finger, he pulled aside the material. His mouth and tongue on her throbbing center filled her body with a swirling mass of light, heat, and color. The wave hit, crashing through her so hard it buckled her knees and had her leaning on him to keep from falling.

He caught her, held her, and pressed his hard tongue against her trembling clit until her orgasm subsided.

The whole body release was overwhelming emotionally, and she was helpless to stop the tears spilling from her eyes.

Sean rose from his knees and held her.

“I don’t know why I’m crying. I’m not a crier. It’s just…”

He kissed away the tears from her eyes, from her cheeks, and when he moved to her lips, she clung to his mouth with hers, giving him her thanks. She had never felt so close to another person as she did at that moment. She had never given herself so completely to another person before.

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He had pleased her. And that pleased him. “You needed that, darlin’,” he whispered against her mouth, ready to give her more. And he would make sure she had hers before he had his.

His kisses became more purposeful, more erotic. He rolled his tongue in her mouth, mating with her tongue and sucking it. He pressed his lips to hers, all the while touching only her hands, where their fingers were linked at their sides.

She tried to unlink her hand and shift it between them so she could touch him.

He captured her hand again. “Still your turn. I’ll get mine later.” He loved that she wanted so badly to bring him pleasure. And he’d let her.

But he wanted to give her one more with his mouth, tongue, and fingers before they tried it with his dick. If he was too big for her…it would be over. At least he could say he had pleased her. He kissed her face, her neck, her shoulders and moved around to her back.

“You make me feel so good,” she said.

“Was it worth the wait?”

Keeping his hands on her skin, he slid them down her ass, exploring with his tongue and mouth.

“So worth it.”

“Good.”

At the band to her panties, he hooked his fingers, one on each side, and peeled them from her body, across her hips, over her thighs, and down her legs until they joined her dress on the floor.

She was a feast for the eyes, and his heart tripled in pace as he gorged on her. Her naked body glowed in the moonlight, a silky sheen of passion on her smooth, skin that smelled like flowers in the rain. Her body was fit and curvy and soft, with long shapely legs, firm arms, ripe breasts, a deep, almond-shaped navel set in defined abs. Her ass resembled a peach, round, firm, soft to the touch and ready to devour.

His hands skimmed over that ass, massaging her cheeks before moving down her legs, positioning his thumbs to slide down the inside of her thighs, his thumbs itching to slide into her juicy slit.

“Open your legs for me. I want to touch all of you.” He felt her shiver.

“I want that, too.” She then spread them, giving him the access he craved.

The smell of her desire drove a spear of lust through his body, where it lodged between his legs, making his cock throb against his zipper. The need to be inside her, making her come, coming inside her, rose up hard in him. He fought to reign in his hunger.

His mouth took over. With just the edges of his lips, he nibbled at the sensitive lips between her legs. She moaned and his cock stiffened even more. His blood was rushing in his ears so loud that he knew she could hear it, knew how turned on he was just tasting her flesh.

Her body trembled, and he could feel her starting to slump against him. The wave was building inside her again, he knew. Soon it would take her.

“That’s it, darlin’. Come for me again. Let me hear you scream my name.”

He stood, pressed his rock hard cock against her ass.

“Ahhh,” she moaned and pressed back into him. “Make me come.”

He gripped her hips and let his fingers fan across her stomach, trill along her ribs. He was rewarded with another shiver across her hot body. He bit along her shoulders and neck while his hands cupped her full breasts and pinched her nipples. He wanted her to feel. No arms, legs, neck, lips, no skin. Just…him.

Her arms rose and circled his neck, giving him better access to her jutting breasts. She leaned her head back and to the side, baring her neck to his teeth, and he bit her and licked her and kissed her.

The gentle massage on her breasts changed tempo and became rougher. He released one breast and smoothed that hand down between her legs, his fingers crawling through her bush for her clit. He easily parted her smooth lips and slid a finger inside her pussy.

“You’re so wet.”

“For you.” Her eyes were closed and her lips were parted.

She lifted her leg and wrapped it back, around his leg, opening herself to his searching finger. Leaving his middle finger inside her to plunge and stroke, he used his thumb and forefinger to tweak and tug her clit.

He ground his hips against her ass, his mouth kissed her lips, his hand worshipped her breasts, his finger filled her dripping wet pussy. He claimed all of her, the body he had craved since the first night he’d seen her. He felt the sweet pleasure rising in her body, higher and higher, knew the second it took her. He held her tight to him as the explosion rocked her. Her breath stopped, her body tensed, and she came into his hand, moaning his name in a long slide of sweet, unintelligible sounds that fed his own hunger.

“Kristin, ah my Kristin.”

She rode the long wave and slumped in his arms, panting as if she’d run a marathon.

He picked her up and carried her to his bed, so ready for her he was almost out of his mind. Her boneless body melted into the mattress, arms and legs splayed in a pose of total satisfaction and relaxation. He had pleased her.

“How do you feel?” He stood by the bed, smiling down at her and unbuttoning his shirt.

She managed to slide one word through her smile, “Fabulous.” Her gaze fell upon the bulge tenting his pants. She stretched to awaken her loose muscles and crawled toward him, stopping on her knees in front of him.

“Two for Kristin, zero for Sean,” she said, passion still high in her eyes. “Let’s even the score a bit.”

“I’m ready,” he said.

She kissed him softly, briefly, then focused her attention on pushing his shirt from his shoulders and down his arms. She ran her hands up his chest, letting her fingers trail over his skin. His skin tingled with heat wherever her fingers and hands touched. He burned with desire for her to explore the rest of his body. She watched his face, his eyes. Did she know what she was doing to him? Could she see the pleasure she was bringing him?

She lowered her mouth to the nipple her fingers had teased to attention, let her tongue swash over it, her lips suck it and her teeth nip it. She kissed across his chest to the matching nipple. He felt his own pounding pulse on her lips.

A groan hushed out on a breath that had been caught in his lungs. God, she affected him like no other woman ever had. She hadn’t even touched his cock yet and he was already about to come.

Her mouth kissed its way down his chest to his stomach. His abs twitched when her tongue found a ticklish spot in the valley of his ribs, but he didn’t flinch from her. Her eyes found his, but her hands kept traveling lower.

“I want to taste you,” she said, “here,” and cupped her hand over the bulge in his pants and rubbed it. “Can I?”

Colors and lights exploded inside his head at the thought of her mouth on his cock, sucking him, loving him. Never letting go of her gaze, he nodded.

Her hands unfastened his belt and pants. She shoved his pants down then reached for the bulge that was about to rip a hole in his boxers. As if she suddenly couldn’t wait any longer to get her hands on him, get him in her mouth, she yanked his boxers down. His cock bounced out toward her, tapping her stomach. It was long and thick, with a head the size of a large, firm mushroom. Would the size scare her? Or tempt her?