“You taste so good, baby.” His lips glistened with her arousal, and instead of finishing eating her out he moved up the length of her body and kissed her. He forced his tongue in her mouth, making her taste herself. She moaned when he began a slow grind against her. He didn’t wear a condom, and the hot, stiff length of him pressed right between her slit. She found herself thrusting her hips up to meet his. Their rhythm was in sync, and as the seconds ticked by, their kiss deepened and the grinding pressure increased. He broke the kiss, buried his face in the crook of her neck, and started pumping his dick against her harder and faster.
“You don’t know how hard I’m refraining from shoving my dick right into you, but I want to do this slow, Sorcha.”
She turned her head toward him. His expression was strained, his bone structure seeming more pronounced when he slowed the onslaught of his cock against her wet pussy. She wanted him so bad that she could taste it, could feel it with everything that she was.
“Just be with me. Let’s forget about everything else except right now, Rian.” The things she had done and said tonight surprised her.
He groaned and buried his head in her hair again.
“We’ll start out slow, Sorcha, because that’s what I want, too.” His skin was so hot that she felt as if she were the one burning alive. The hair on his legs rubbed against her smooth ones, tormenting her and driving her crazy with hunger. He was so hard and muscular, his body like a rock, so powerful and dangerous.
She gasped as his shaft rubbed up and down on her cleft, his movements easy, but clearly getting more frantic with each passing second. He was fueling the fire inside of her, teasing her to the very brink without even penetrating her yet. He had his lips on her neck, licking and nipping at her flesh all the while continuing to pump against her. She was saturated, so wet that she could feel her juices leaking out and coating her entrance, lubricating her pussy hole so that Rian would have no trouble sliding in. Sorcha wanted him inside of her so badly that she started lifting her hips slightly, pushing against him. Identical groans left both of them.
“Please, Rian.”
“Please what, baby? Tell me what you want.” His voice was a husky whisper moving over her throat.
“I want you—need you to be inside of me.”
He let out a muffled sound of pleasure, and reached between them to take hold of his cock and place the tip at her entrance. The bulbous head prodded at her hole, wanting entrance. She was more than willing to accept him. The fire burned brightly inside of her, and she ran her tongue along his jawline. His skin tasted spicy yet sweet, salty and bold. It was a heady flavor on her tongue. Her nipples were hard and extended, rubbing along his chest, and growing even more erect from the friction and her lust.
He started rubbing himself back and forth on her cleft for a few seconds, and right when she was on the verge of complaining he thrust the head inside of her. Rian leaned back enough to look down at her face, and then kissed her soundly. Sorcha was done with teasing. She lifted her hips and arched her back, and as if reading her mind he thrust the rest of his inches into her. They groaned out identically when his hips met hers, and then he stilled. She panted against his neck, felt him run his tongue along her pulse point, and removed her hands from above her head. Sorcha had kept them there this whole time, but right now she wanted to touch him.
He pressed his thumb against her clit and continued pumping into her. She was going to come, and it was going to be soon. Digging her nails into his arms, she closed her eyes and bit her lip. She thrashed her head back and forth, and her whole body tensed, readying itself for the impending orgasm.
“Open your eyes and look at me when I get you off.”
That was all it took, his deep and commanding voice telling her to come, and her muscles started to contract as pleasure filled her. She forced herself to open her eyes and stare at him. The pleasure washed through her, stealing her very breath, and burning her up alive with white-hot pleasure.
“You are so fucking beautiful when you come.”
She was still in the throes of her orgasm when he praised her, the words prolonging her pleasure as she threw her head back, and rode it out. She held her breath, the pleasure-filled tremors never ending in their onslaught as another climax peaked inside of her, and then exploded like a tiny thousand little pieces of glass.
“Seeing you like this, so fucking unhinged because of me, makes me want to fill you with my cum.” His voice was strangled, the veins in his neck pronounced as he gritted his teeth and spoke the words.
Maybe she should have cared that they weren’t using protection, and that the risk was great, but she couldn’t think straight right now. She was clean and on the pill, and Rian was a responsible man. That was one thing she knew without a doubt since working for him.