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“Even though I bit you? And pinched you? Both of those are painful, aren’t they?”
She blinked again, marshaling her scattered wits. Then her eyes widened.
“I thank you for your teaching. There was no harm done last night, was there?”
He smiled, and stroked her sweat dampened cheek. “Quite the opposite.”
Dermot trailed his fingers around her ear, pushing her honey gold hair away from her eyes. He hadn’t noticed last night, but it looked like it would frame her alabaster face in soft curls—once it was brushed, that is. Right now, it was flattened from where she’d slept on it and streaked with sweat. The sight made him want to bury his face in her hair, inhaling the scent of her, and teasing his cheek with a thousand soft caresses. Instead, he ran his fingers through it, while he studied her face and eyes.
Wide and clear, her eyes were a peculiar shade midway between blue and green. He wasn’t certain if they were really blue, and only colored with a reflection of the emerald green pillow-case she lay on, or if they were truly so unique. Her nose was small and gently rounded, above dark red lips swollen with passion.
He remembered those lips, feathering his cock with tender kisses as she slowly swallowed him. His cock jumped, aching at the thought of entering the warm cave of her mouth again. Despite the exhausting events of last night, just looking at this woman was enough to make him hard again.
He trailed a fingertip across her lips, parting their seam. Slipping his finger inside, he stroked the wet fullness of her lower lip, and pictured the head of his cock teasing her this way. His cock pulsed with swollen desire, a painful pleasure Dermot wanted to extend forever.
As if she knew what he was thinking, the woman’s tongue wrapped around his finger, drawing it deeper into her mouth. He groaned. Then she began sucking on it.
His groin was on fire. The leaping flames were swelling his cock like a cooked sausage. He was going to burst unless he cooled himself in her flowing waters. The agony was unendurable. He hoped it never stopped.
He realized he was grunting softly, in time with the seductive pull of her mouth.
Pulling his finger free, he silenced himself by closing his mouth over hers. Their kiss was hard, savage, an openmouthed duel of teeth and tongues. He tasted blood, but neither of them could stop now.
She pulled his tongue deeply into her mouth, sucking hard, and Dermot’s eyes crossed as the pleasure tore through him.
He covered her body with his, her tender breasts crushed beneath his chest, her stomach quivering against his hard, hot cock. Driving one hand deeply into her hair, he held her head and thrust his tongue as far into her throat as he could. With his other hand, he reached between their bodies, searching for the swollen bud he’d so recently teased.
As soon as he touched it, she bucked beneath him. He swallowed her sharp cry, their mouths still fused together, and rubbed her—hard. Writhing, moaning, and pumping her hips, she sought relief. Dermot’s fingers kept slipping, she was so wet, unintentionally teasing her to the point of near madness. Twice she shuddered, tremors rippling through her body, only to continue rubbing against his hand after a brief pause.
She clutched his back, and when that was not enough, his ass. She ground her hips against his, churning against his rigid cock. Dermot’s eyes were closed, but the flares of pleasure were so strong, bursting behind his closed eyelids in neon reds and greens, he was sure he’d gone blind.
They broke the vacuum seal of their kiss, both of them gasping for air. She shoved at his hips, lifting him from her body, and his trapped cock sprang free to hang between her legs. She moaned, a ragged groan of pure pleasure that begged for more.
Dermot panted, struggling for control, as he stroked the length of his cock up and down her slick cleft. Her pulsing flesh wrapped around him, caressing him, and his control broke. He thrust inside her. She was so open and eager, she barely felt his entrance, sliding smoothly up the wet passage.
Another shudder rippled through her. Taking advantage of her momentary stillness, he began slicking his cock in and out. Soon she was moving with him, rising to meet his thrusts as he grunted and pumped against her.
The damned tears that he never could master pooled in the corners of his eyes. His head spun, crazy colored lights and snatches of songs echoing in his mind. His cock was so huge, he couldn’t imagine how he could fit inside her, and every brush against her hot, wet flesh was like broken glass scraping across his sensitive skin.
He whimpered, then begged. “Please.”
On his next thrust, she surged upward, sheathing him to his balls, then wrapped her legs around his, locking him in place.
Another whimper broke from him. “Yes. Oh, yes, please.”
Her palm smacked his ass, crushing his balls against her swollen bud, and he cried out as lightning flared in his groin. Wildly, he kissed her face—her cheeks, her chin, her nose, her mouth. Anyplace that he could reach. His hands groped for her breasts, squeezing and kneading until her sharp gasps told him he’d found the most sensitive spots. And all the while, she kept slapping him, the frantic tempo building until he was rutting madly, unable to think of anything but appeasing the pain.
With a howl torn from deep within him, he came, pouring into her. And still her hands rose and fell against his ass, rocking him against her as her inner muscles clenched and squeezed his cock. Waves of euphoria ripped through him, white-hot and glowing red, carillons of bells and wheeling flights of birds bursting into wing. It was if his entire brain had been rewired, and now he heard with his eyes and tasted with his ears.
A moment later, her triumphant scream slashed across his senses, and she collapsed beneath him.
She stroked his back, with the leisurely caress of the well-pleasured. Dermot snuggled against her, nuzzling her neck and licking the s
alty skin. Gradually, he became aware of a chill against his naked back. Lifting his head, he saw that their enthusiastic lovemaking had thrown all the covers from the bed.
Then he turned to look at the woman beneath him. Eyes closed, she smiled like a sleepy angel. A well-loved and completely sated angel.
And he didn’t even know her name.
