Ramsay(50)

"Ah, God, Lydia." He said something in Gaelic that sounded like neeus mo.

Licking at him again, I said, "You have the control. Show me what you like."

He didn't answer, but I heard him suck in another breath. I had never  done this before and wasn't sure how good I'd be at it, but I also  didn't want to overwhelm him or do something he wouldn't like. He  already sounded like he was on the brink of torture. I just hoped it was  the good sort of torture.

Using one hand to fist the base of him, I brought my mouth over his cock  and used my tongue to swirl around it. His grip became tighter in my  hair, and he pulled gently until my mouth came all the way to the tip,  and then he pushed, filling my mouth again. He repeated this movement  several times as I increased the suction until he was panting so loudly,  the end of each breath was punctuated by a small, deep groan.

"You're going to be the death of me," he rasped and then muttered  something else in Gaelic as he let go of my hair and pulled me up by my  arms until I was straddling him. I felt flushed and overheated,  throbbing with arousal.

"Put your tits in my mouth, Lydia," Brogan said, and I moaned again, my  skin prickling as I scooted up his waist and leaned until my breasts  were right at his face and he sucked one sensitive nipple into his  mouth, giving it a hard pull. I cried out loudly, pleasure arcing from  my breast to my clit as I squirmed on top of him. He gripped my ass with  one hand as he licked and sucked at my nipples, using the other hand to  run one finger up and down the crack of my ass, spreading the slick  wetness from my core. It felt like my eyes were going to roll into the  back of my head as I rocked on top of him, his mouth and his hands  working magic on my body. After a few minutes, an orgasm slammed into me  so intensely I arched my back and screamed with pleasure, collapsing on  top of him and whimpering softly, overcome and shocked by the intensity  of my climax. He hadn't even touched me between my legs. Holy hell. How  had that happened?                       
       
           



       

"Put me in, Mo Chroí," Brogan said, sounding like he was barely able to  form the words. He reached over to the bedside table, grabbing a condom.  He ripped it open with his teeth and then reached behind me. I looked  over my shoulder fascinated and turned on by the sight of him sliding  the condom quickly over his erection.

I scooted back a little and lifted myself up slightly and wrapped my  hand around his cock, fitting it into the wet opening of my body. Oh  God, yes. I moaned at the feel of him entering me, my vaginal muscles  leaping in a small aftershock.

"Oh Brogan. God, God," I murmured, pausing and riding out the small,  unexpected burst of bliss that the contact of our most intimate parts  had brought on.

"Mo Chroí, I'm gona die a brutal death if I don't get in ya," he groaned  out. I let go of his shaft and sunk all the way onto him, impaled  completely as I leaned back and began to move slowly, letting out a  satisfied sigh.

He gripped my hips and exerted pressure until he was moving me the way  he wanted-slow at first and then faster as his head went back on the  pillow. His skin flushed, his lips falling open, the muscles of his arms  and chest taut with strain and glistening with perspiration, the  rippled muscles of his abdomen flexing as he made masculine sounds of  pleasure. So incredibly sexy. His erotic male beauty was utterly  mesmerizing, and I sucked in a breath, wanting to memorize the way he  looked in that moment. I was doing that to him.

As I moved, he muttered words in Gaelic, words I didn't understand but  thought I knew all the same. Yes, yes, don't stop, please, oh God, I  imagined was what he was whispering in that beautiful, mysterious  language.

Brogan moved me faster and faster, his cock sliding into my drenched  core over and over, his hips pumping from beneath until he slammed into  me one final time, yelling out and arching his head back deeper into the  pillow beneath his head.

I collapsed on top of him again, and he brought his arms around me,  holding me as we both trembled, drifting back to earth, our breathing  slowing, our thundering hearts finally returning to normal.

In a haze, I used my fingertip to trace a vein under the skin of his  bicep and made a deep, satisfied hum in my throat, finally raising my  head to look at him.

He looked drowsy and half drunk with pleasure. "That was . . ." He trailed off, not seeming to know how to continue.

"I know," I said sleepily, smiling against his skin.

After a few minutes, I attempted to sit up, our slick bodies peeling  apart. I felt boneless and heavy limbed. Brogan scooted out from under  me, moving me gently onto the pillow as he got up and went to the  bathroom to get rid of the condom, I assumed. A minute later I heard the  bath running and a few minutes after that, Brogan came back into the  room, picking me up and carrying me to the bathroom where he deposited  me in a tub of warm, bubbly water. I sighed out, leaning my head back.

The nurse, Margaret, had said to keep my stitches dry for twenty-four  hours, but it'd been longer than that. I smoothed the waterproof  Band-Aid down anyway, to make sure it was secure. It was obviously  healing well-I hadn't thought of it once in all our . . . maneuverings.

"Are you going to join me?" I asked, my lids heavy.

Brogan dropped the towel he'd wrapped around his waist and stepped in,  leaning back against the opposite side. For a minute we simply watched  each other, something intense and erotic leaping between us. This was  the most intimate moment I'd ever experienced. Brogan ran a wet hand  through his hair, leaving it tousled and standing straight up.

I smiled. "You are so handsome," I said. He gave me a crooked, shy smile  and I felt butterfly wings stir in my stomach. I tilted my head. "You  must know."

He cupped a handful of water and brought it to his face, sputtering  slightly and smiling at me, teasing. "The only woman I'm interested in  appealing to is you," he said, his expression suddenly serious.

I gazed at him for a moment wondering how it was that this beautiful,  complex man wanted me, wondering what it was about me that made him  desire me the way he seemed to. "What does neeus mo mean?" I asked.

Brogan grinned. "It's spelled n-í-o-s m-o," he answered. It means more."  He raised an eyebrow. I used my hand to swirl the bubbles in front of  me, and he glanced down at one of my nipples poking through the water,  his gaze darkening.

"What about ledehull?"

"It's three words, l-e d-o t-h-o-i-l. It means please." I licked my lips  and his eyes moved to my mouth. So I'd been right about what he was  saying. "I'm going to have to be careful what I utter around you," he  said, a teasing gleam in his eye. "I'm far less safe than I thought."                       
       
           



       

"Far less," I agreed, smiling back. I sat up, moving toward him until I  was lying over him, my face in front of his. His hands went to my ass  and he rubbed it gently, bringing the water up and over my skin. "Teach  me how to say something in Gaelic."

He considered me for a moment, moving a damp piece of hair behind my ear  before saying something that sounded like, "Iss le Brogan may." I  repeated it and his eyes moved over my face, his gaze somehow soft and  intense at the same time, his lips tipping up as if very pleased. He  leaned forward and kissed me softly, uttering something that sounded  like, "Iss latsa mo chree."

"What did you have me say?" I asked, nuzzling my nose along his and letting out a small moan as his fingers massaged up my back.

He leaned toward my ear. "I had you say, I love Brogan's large,  extremely competent penis." I let out a surprised laugh and shook my  head, pinching his nipple lightly.

"Ow."

I laughed again, raising a brow. "And what did you say back?"

"I wholeheartedly agreed with your assessment of my penis."

I continued to laugh, even though I suspected he was lying because the  name he called me-the word that sounded like mo chree-princess, had been  on the end of his statement. I brought my lips to his, kissing him as  he smiled against my mouth. "Someday I'll learn Gaelic, and then I'll  know all your secrets," I whispered before licking along the seam of his  mouth. He moaned and opened to me.

We played in the water for a little while longer until I was squirming  again and Brogan was hard. He got out and toweled himself off, his  erection jutting out in front of him. He helped me out, drying me  thoroughly and applying a new Band-Aid before lifting me and carrying me  back to the bed as I laughed.