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She clenched her ass muscles and he groaned. He held her, unmoving, and she slowly relaxed. Tentatively, she rocked forward, sighing as his fingers slid deeper into her. Rocking backward, his cock slid an equal depth into her ass.
They sighed together.
“Don’t stop kissing me,” she whispered.
“Never.”
With mouth and tongue, he swept gentle kisses over the pulse pounding in her neck. He kissed her shoulder and behind her ear. All the while, she rocked back and forth, until his folded hand was buried in her up to his wrist, and his cock was sheathed to the balls in her ass.
“God, baby, you feel so good,” he murmured in her ear.
She let out a broken sob. “Love me, Dermot. Please. Love me now.”
He rolled her over so that she was impaled on his hand. Flexing his fingers, he stroked the walls of her vagina as he pulled his cock partially out and thrust deeply into her ass.
She moaned. “Yes.”
Twice more, he stroked her with his hand and cock. Thick lubricant coated his fingers and flowed down his arm, increasing with every stroke. His cock grew firmer with each thrust into her tight ass, until he was hard enough that he feared hurting her if he pulled out and tried to enter her again.
Holding her tightly, Dermot rolled them over again, so he was on his back and she was lying on top of him. He gasped as their combined weight pressed his tender ass into the bed. His cock swelled in response, and Eileen shuddered and moaned, her ass muscles clenching around his rigid cock.
He started rocking beneath her, rolling his hips up and down to find all of the tender spots she’d left on his ass. Every time he pressed against one, his cock jumped within her, and she moaned and writhed above him, rubbing herself against his hand buried deep within her.
He licked and kissed her neck, shoulder, and back, uncaring what he tasted except that it was Eileen’s skin. His buried hand stroked and fondled, while his free hand roamed over her stomach, ribs, and breasts, sometimes caressing her and sometimes simply clutching her tightly as they rocked back and forth.
His blood pounded in his ears, deafening him to the labored rasp of his breathing and Eileen’s sharp cries. No longer able to hear her response, he focused on the feel of her, flowing hot and wet around his hand, and clenching tight around his cock.
She grabbed his arm, her nails digging into his skin, and forced his hand deeper still. His middle finger slipped through her narrow cervix.
She went wild, bucking her hips as tremor after tremor rippled through her muscles. Deep muscles clenched the length of his cock just as she slammed backward, driving her weight onto the tender spot on his ass.
He grabbed her and held on as he came, arching in an instinctive final thrust as he filled the condom with his seed, driving his hand deeper at the same time. She screamed something in Gaelic, then collapsed limply on top of him.
His hand slid out of her in a wet flood, and his flaccid cock slipped free of her sticky ass. He pulled off the condom, trying to be careful, but his slick fingers couldn’t hold onto the lubricated surface and his hot come poured out onto his stomach, running down his hip to puddle on the sheet. Now that the euphoria of their lovemaking was fading, he couldn’t bear to lie on the sodden, sticky sheet, while the evidence of their passion dried in itchy patches on his skin.
Dermot threw aside the covers and climbed out of bed. A glance at the bedside clock revealed it was nearly four o’clock. Too early to get up, but too late to change the sheets and remake the bed.
Bending down, he lifted her into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled against his chest.
“We’ll spend the rest of the night in your bed,” he told her, getting a sleepy mumble in response. “But first, we need a shower.”
Chapter Seven
Eileen drifted slowly to wakefulness, nestled in Dermot’s warm embrace. Listening to his slow and even breathing, she relished the peace and comfort of simply lying beside him.
Soon, that was not enough. Turning onto her hip, she propped her head on her fist so that she could study him at her leisure.
Even in sleep, his face held the strength and determination she admired. Lightly, she traced her fingertip over his arching brows, along his jawline, and across his dangerous lips, rendered temporarily safe by sleep. His lips parted slightly, releasing a tiny sigh.
She slid her finger along the open seam of his lips, pressing lightly, until he pulled her finger into his mouth. He sucked gently, sparking a heat deep within her as her body remembered how he’d suckled and feasted upon her flesh in the back of the limousine.
She smiled. Her first limousine ride, and she remembered nothing about it except the feel of Dermot’s hands and mouth as he’d brought her to one shuddering, shaking climax after another.
She tugged her finger free, earning a soft protest from her sleeping lover. His head turned, trying to recapture his prize.
“Hush, now. Be still,” she whispered, stroking his thick hair until he subsided.
Her exploration continued. She glided her palm over the smooth planes of his back, down his spine, to his trim hips. As she caressed his ass, still slightly swollen from the beating she’d given him, he moaned softly in his sleep. His cock twitched to life.
