AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Gorgeous, perfect Ginevra,” Cormac murmured as he worshiped my chest. “Look at the phone. See how rapt Liam and Rian are as you squirm for me.” My eyes flicked over to the glowing screen where my two men laid enmeshed in each other’s arms, their skin luminescent under the light of the phone, their eyes focused entirely on the screen, on me.
Cormac slapped my breast gently, watching reverently as it shook and jiggled. “See that, boys? Fucking perfect.” When he slapped the other breast, he grazed my nipple, and the sharp stinging pain coursed through me, straight to my core. I moaned and arched my back. “Do you like that, love?”
“Yes,” I answered. His answering smile lit up the damned room.
He bent his head back down to my nipple, taking it in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the peak, then nipped at it, a sharp bite that took my breath away and left me panting and mewling. He soothed the pain away with his tongue, then repeated the action, until I was a writhing, moaning mess. My hands clutched around his head, digging into his skull as he expertly stoked the fires of my need.
When Cormac kissed his way back up my chest, I protested, only for him to ignore me as he captured my lips with his.
He softened the kiss, then lifted his head as he stroked my cheek with his thumb. “How are you doing, Ginny-darling?”
I smiled at the nickname. “So fucking good, Cormac.”
He shifted his body from where he laid beside me to lie on top of me, spreading my thighs with his own as he slid his tongue against mine in a dark possessive kiss. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close, relishing the sensation of our skin pressing together.
Cormac smiled wickedly as he kissed his way down my belly. He gently stroked his hands over the mound at the apex of my thighs, before running his hands down my legs and lifting them over his shoulders, opening me wide. He kissed his way up the sensitive insides of my thighs until I was squirming and breathless with need.
When he spread me open and licked from my entrance to my clit, I moaned, throaty and wanton. “Please, Cormac,” I pleaded.
“Anything for you, Ginevra,” he answered, reverent as he explored my folds with his tongue, brushing up and down with light flicks, tasting me. He took his sweet time, running his tongue over me, worshiping every exposed inch of skin. I writhed and begged, twitching as he held me still with his strong arms.
“Please,” I begged, and finally, he indulged me, circling my clit with his tongue until I thrashed on the bed, begging for release as my need spiraled higher and higher. When he bit down on my clit, the sharp pain sent me over the edge, darkening the edges of my vision, as my limbs seized and I screamed his name.
Cormac didn’t stop. He released one of my legs only to plunge one finger into me, and then two, pumping in and out as he sucked on my clit. “Too much,” I whined, the bundle of nerves overly sensitive after my last powerful orgasm, but he didn’t stop.
“You can do this, Ginevra,” he reassured me as my hips twitched in time with the movement of his fingers, seeking more friction as my need came thundering back. My pussy clenched around him as he fucked me with his fingers and lashed my clit with his talented tongue. He increased his rhythm until I was once again screaming my release, shaking and begging and crying as stars danced across my vision and I trembled with pleasure.
Tears streamed down my face as the pent-up emotions of the last two weeks poured out. Cormac kissed his way back up my body, then gathered me in his arms, rolling us until we were on our sides, our limbs twined together as he pressed my face into his chest.
“Let it all out, darling. I’m here now. I’ve got you,” he said, whispering reassuring nothings to me as I cried.
When my sobs subsided, I was surprised to find that my tears had been cathartic. There was a lightness in my heart that wasn’t there before. I met Cormac’s gaze with wonder, cupping his cheek with my hand, rubbing my thumb over the stubble on his jaw.
Trailing my fingers down his chest, I slid them under the waistband of his pants. “No, Ginevra,” Cormac said, tugging my hands back up. “Not tonight, anyway. Please, I’m here to take care of you.” His voice cracked as he held me tightly against him. For the first time, I realized my departure had taken a toll on him, that his presence here was mending his heart as much as it was mending mine.
“Thank you,” I said.
He kissed my nose. “Don’t be silly. There’s nothing to thank me for, darling.”
I sniffled one last time, then rotated in his arms until my back was pressed to his torso and I faced the phone again. Liam and Rian peered out of the screen.
“Good night, little lamb.”
“Good night, princess.”
“Good night, boys,” I said, lacing my tone with a hint of the humor that had been missing from my life over the last several weeks.
“Good night, Ginevra,” Cormac whispered in my ear, and I drifted off to sleep in the reassuring comfort of his embrace.
39
CORMAC
Ginevra’s alarm blared. She blindly swept her arm out to turn it off, knocking it to the ground with a clatter. “Fuck,” she muttered as she reached down to grab it off the floor.
I wrapped my hands around her hips so she wouldn’t tumble off the bed, and she froze. Her phone forgotten, she rolled over and stared at me, her warm brown eyes cloudy with sleep. She cupped my cheek, running her hand over the rough stubble. “I forgot you’d come.” Her voice was raspy and rough.
When I turned my mouth into her palm to kiss it, her breath caught. A lone tear dripped down her face in the early morning light. I wiped it away with my thumb, and she dove into my embrace, tucking her head under my chin as she sobbed into my chest.
