Page 73 of Hiding Desire


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I used one arm to snag my T-shirt, pulling it up and over in one movement. His eyes roved over the black lacy bra. It seemed Craig hadn’t saved my underwear from the flat, but plenty of new sets were in the wardrobe. I undid the front fastening and looked back over my shoulder as I let the bra fall to the floor. Bending, I pulled my leggings down. These clothes weren’t the most seductive choices, but at the sight of my matching black thong, Sean groaned.

“What a fucking sight.” He bit his lip, and an elusive dimple appeared.

I spun around, holding my breasts and dropping to my knees. I reached for his belt. His green eyes were heavy-lidded as I undid the buckle and his trousers. He stepped out of them, and I was at eye level with his straining boxers. Reaching in, I pulled him out. He was hard and heavy in my palm. I darted forward and caught the bead of pre-cum on my tongue. It caused a salty explosion across my taste buds. He muttered something in Irish and sank his hand into my hair.

“As much as I love the sight of you and your perfect lips on your knees for me, I want my cock inside that pussy of yours.”

He grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the window seat.

“Will someone see?” I darted a glance at the garden.

“There’s no one on this side of the house. I made sure. No one sees this perfect body. Only me.” He sat down on the window bench and grabbed the back of my thigh, forcing my knee onto the cushion as I straddled him.

“I want you to look out over your new home as you fuck me.”

I stared down at him.

“Sean…”

“You’re wearing my ring; you are my woman. Tell me you don’t feel this thing between us. Tell me it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt. You already admitted you love me.”

He yanked me closer, and the breath whooshed out of me, his erection trapped between us. He gripped my chin, bringing my eyes back to his. The fervent look there undid me.

“I feel it.”

“Then embrace it.”

I buried my face in his neck, which smelled delicious. “Okay,” I said on a breath.

“Good girl.” He ground his hips up against me, and the desire roared through me.

His hand slipped around my throat, collaring me with a firm grip. My breathing hitched because, even injured, this man was much stronger than me.

“Ride my cock, a chuisle.” He gave me a wicked grin.

I rose and gripped his shaft, notching him at my entrance, but he didn’t let go of my throat even as I sank down, letting him stretch me. I was drenched, and he lit up every nerve ending inside me. We both groaned as he tightened his hold on me. The lack of oxygen sent a rush of adrenaline through me, and my lust ramped up. I clenched around him, and he smirked again, knowing exactly what he was doing. Using my throat as leverage, his hips met mine as I rose and fell over the top of him. The hours of dancing were coming in handy as I matched his pace, slamming us together. The pressure of an orgasm was building as he dragged himself across my front wall.

“I’ve never felt anything so good,” Sean gritted out, sweat beading on his forehead from the effort of his thrusts.

My eyes danced over him. Pleasure soared through me as we moved together frantically, just like this whole thing between us – explosive and fast-paced. His hand kept me grounded and anchored to reality – my new reality.

“Sean,” I whined as he shifted to rub my clit.

“Come for me, choke my cock with that tight pussy.” The wince on his face told me it cost him to use his bad arm, but I was half delirious with pleasure.

His dirty words and the way he was hitting a place so deep inside me pushed me closer to a huge orgasmic cliff. My vision greyed at the edge as his hand cut off my air, and I went off like a rocket. Pleasure burst from my centre and radiated through to every finger and toe. He loosened his hold, and I gasped for breath as my head fell forward and my teeth latched onto Sean’s good shoulder, biting down. He roared and bucked, spilling hot cum inside me.

“Jesus wept,” he finally said as he stopped thrusting. “You’ve got me in bits.” He buried his face in my damp neck, and I clung to him as we regained our breath.

“Yeah, we should probably have talked before we had sex… again.”

Sean kissed my neck, and I shivered.

“I’m clean. Are you planning on making me a daddy?”

I leaned away from him. “I’m clean too, and I’ve got a coil.”

He nodded, smoothing my hair from my damp face.

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