Page 33 of Niall

“I want to buy you clothes,” I murmured against her mouth. “And you’re going to let me. Then later, you’re going to bake me cookies and model your new outfits.”

“And then?” she whispered, her breath washing over my face.

“Then I’m going to peel them off and let you try on another one. I might reward you if I particularly like one.”

Her breathing picked up. “How?”

I dropped my head to her neck. “However you want, mo mhuirnín. My tongue, my hand, my cock.” I nipped at her skin. “All three if you’d like.”

She whimpered, and I dropped my hand to her thigh, skimming it over to her center and cupping her. I could feel her heat.

“You want me, Anna?”

“Yes.”

“I want to take you right here,” I confessed. “Hard, fast, quiet.”

“You want to fuck me?” she replied.

I had been semi-hard walking behind her. Watching her hips sway. The way her mouth curved into a smile—remembering how that mouth felt wrapped around my cock. But hearing her say the word fuck did it. It sounded so dirty coming from her sweet mouth.

“Yes.”

She met my gaze. “Do it.”

I reached behind me, snapping the lock. She gazed at me, her eyes wide, a dusty, warm pink color infusing her cheeks and running down her neck.

Without a word, I knelt in front of her, taking off her shoes and sliding her pants down her legs. I buried my face into her core, inhaling.

“You smell so good, baby, and I can feel you. You want me as much as I want you.”

She gripped my hair, tugging.

I rose to my feet, covering her mouth with mine. I slipped my fingers inside her underwear, stroking her, pleased to find her already wet. I played with her, pushing one, then two fingers inside her. She whimpered into my mouth, grasping at my shoulders. I felt her begin to come, tightening around my digits, her body shaking.

“Take off my belt,” I mumbled against her lips.

She fumbled with the buckle and tugged down the zipper as I finger-fucked her into an orgasm. She gasped into my mouth as my pants fell to the floor, and I lifted her so her legs wrapped around my waist. Our eyes locked as I snapped my hips, burying myself inside her.

She shuddered as I started to move. There was no finesse, no buildup. I thrust in hard, fast rolls of my hips. She whimpered and shook in my arms. Her tongue played with mine, our breaths mingling, my groans and her pleas muffled and low. Part of me knew I shouldn’t be doing this. She was still innocent. All of this was still so new to her. But she felt too good, and she was right there with me.

I felt her begin to tighten, and I moved faster, my own orgasm rolling over me like a tidal wave, sweeping me under and leaving me floundering. For a moment, I was adrift, then I realized the woman I was holding was trembling, her shoulders shaking.

I froze.

Feck. I had been hammering into her without a care. Had I hurt her? I pulled back, lifting her chin. But instead of the tears I expected, she was smiling. Holding a hand over her mouth to stop the soft giggles.

I felt my own mouth turn into a grin.

“Why are you laughing?” I asked. “You’re hurting my ego.”

“I’m pretty sure the woman in the changing room behind us knows exactly what we’re doing. I don’t think she appreciated your efforts,” she whispered.

I grinned. “Jealous. Maybe I should offer⁠—”

She slammed her hand over my mouth. “Don’t even pretend to finish that sentence, Niall Black. I will end you.”

My eyebrows shot up in surprise. It seemed my Anna was equally possessive of me.