Magical Mistakes(15)

“But I want to play.” She leaned forward to brush her lips against his. She encircled him with her fingers, stroking his cock with a teasingly slow rhythm.

“You’ll be the end of me,” he said, his grip on her wrist weakening as if he couldn’t help himself.

“Good.” She wanted to brand him the way he had her. Imprint her memory in his mind so he would never forget the way she touched him.

Ciar panted as she increased her pace. She pressed her lips to his collarbone as her fingers moved over his hard length. When her thumb caressed the crown of his cock he bucked against her.

“Enough,” he said, catching her around the waist and tumbling her backward onto the bed. “Or I will be of no use to you.”

The words were not the deterrent he meant them to be. She might want him desperately but the idea of controlling his pleasure, of driving him wild with her touch was a heady notion.

“I like to play,” she whispered, arching under him.

“So do I,” he breathed against her lips.

He gripped the small black panties she wore and stripped them off her body, leaving her completely naked to his view. But despite her vulnerability, Mikayla didn’t hesitate as she reached for him.

“So beautiful,” he growled to her, his hands pushing apart her thighs.

Mikayla let her legs open at his caress. The heat of his palms on her thighs burned away any nerves she might have felt. The only thing that mattered was satisfying the lust spiraling through her.

But when he stroked a finger along her slit, all logical thought fled.

Mikayla gasped, throwing back her head as he played with her. Ciar touched her with the same maddening slowness she had tortured him with. He flicked his fingers over her clit and nearly sent her flying from the bed.

“More,” she pleaded as he stroked her.

One questing finger parted her folds before delving into her. She bit her lip to keep from crying out.

“Wet,” he whispered in her ear, sounding very self-satisfied. “All for me.”

“Yes,” she panted. Anything for him.

He stroked his finger into her, making her writhe under his touch. Her hips rocked against his as she fought for more.

“Please, Ciar,” she begged. “Please.” She wanted more than a finger.

With a last lingering touch, he withdrew his hand. Mikayla nearly cried out in loss.

But he didn’t leave her wanting for long. Pushing her legs farther apart, he settled between her thighs. She undulated, loving the weight of him on top of her.

He drew back enough to see her face and Mikayla tried to memorize the moment. Ciar over her, gazing at her with scorching lust, while his cock pressed intimately against her.

“Now,” she whispered.

Ciar needed no more urging. He kissed her roughly as he thrust into her. Mikayla cried out against his lips, arching under him in pleasure. She threw back her head as he drove into her.

He paused when he was buried to the hilt within her. Mikayla appreciated his consideration but she needed no time to adjust, not when she was sure she’d explode if he didn’t move soon.

Gripping her hips, he withdrew with teasing slowness. A desperate cry escaped her when he surged forward once more.

“Again,” she demanded. Ciar clearly knew what he was doing.

He flashed a grin before thrusting back into her. With every stroke he took her higher, building her pleasure with expert touches. His hot breath panted against her neck as she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders.

Mikayla gasped as he stroked into her, her nails biting into the bronzed skin she clutched. He was her only anchor as her body writhed with the force of the pleasure he inspired. Instinctively she rocked her hips up to meet his every thrust, trying to pull him even deeper into her.

She surged against him, needing more. The bed creaked under them and for a fleeting second Mikayla prayed her sisters wouldn’t return early. Nothing could stop her driving need for fulfillment. This all-consuming desire left no room to concentrate on anything but the sizzling sensations Ciar inspired within her.

More, she wanted to cry out but she was beyond words. Instead she moved faster, rocking her pelvis up to him. She was so close. Her breath came in harsh pants. Ciar responded to her urgency, matching her desperation with his own. They moved together, driving toward completion.

With a last strong thrust, Mikayla broke apart in his arms. Her cry echoed in the room as her climax crashed over her. Pleasure more intense than anything she’d ever experienced washed away all coherent thought. All she could do was grip Ciar as she rode the waves of her orgasm.

Even after the pleasure had crested, Mikayla twitched in the aftermath. By her side Ciar watched her with pleasure-glazed eyes.