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CONNOR
How long will it take, after we’re married, for Saoirse’s mouth to stop being the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted?
I can’t stop being amazed at how she responds to me, the way her desire rises up and matches mine. She offers up no resistance as I pull her into my arms, one wrapping around her waist as my other hand buries itself in her hair, pulling her ponytail loose as I run my fingers through the thick red mane. I can feel the thud of her heartbeat against mine as I crush her to me, my tongue plunging into her mouth as I taste her lips, the salt spray clinging to them still from our ride down the beach. I know she wants me as badly as I want her and that we’re toeing the thinnest of lines right now.
There’s no one to stop me if I chose to take her here and now—no one but her, and I have serious doubts about whether or not she would. As I pull her into my lap, her knees on either side of my thighs, deepening the kiss, I feel her rock against the hard bulge of my cock in my jeans, and I doubt very much that she would stop me if I pushed her far enough.
Saoirse has been a virgin for far too long, and I’ve awoken everything that’s lain dormant in her.
My hand tightens in her hair at that, and she gasps as I pull her head back, my lips tracing her throat. “My thorny Irish rose,” I murmur, brushing the tip of my tongue against her skin, and I feel her shudder. “You’re dripping wet for me already, aren’t you?” I can feel the heat of her burning through her jeans, my cock nestled tantalizingly between her thighs, only the layers of fabric separating us.
She grinds against me, moaning, and the jolt of lust that races over my nerves is almost too much to bear.
“Connor.” She whispers my name as I pull away and lean back on the blanket, my hands going to her hips as I settle her atop me.
“Just as I thought,” I murmur, looking up at her straddling me. “You look beautiful like this, Saoirse.” My hands slide up under her t-shirt, pushing the cotton fabric up her waist, baring the pale strip of her flat stomach to my gaze. I’ve never seen her undressed, not more than her skirt up to her waist at the club, baring her ass and the swollen outer curves of her pussy lips to my gaze.Thatmemory is enough to make my cock throb dangerously against my zipper, and Saoirse gasps, her hips rolling atop me in response.
Fuck it.I know I’m dancing with danger here, but I need to see more of her. I yank her t-shirt up over the black cotton bra she’s wearing, the pale swells of her breasts begging for my hands as I toss it aside. I cup them in my palms as Saoirse moans, thumbs rubbing her stiffening nipples through the fabric as she grinds atop me. “You were right,” I groan, my own hips jerking upwards with the need to be closer to her. “You do know how to ride.”
“Imagine if there weren’t so many clothes between us,” Saoirse gasps, writhing atop me. It dawns on me suddenly what she’s doing—using the thick seam of her jeans to get the friction her clit no doubt desperately needs. “Fuck,Connor—”
That’s exactly what we’re dangerously close to doing. I pull down the cups of her bra, freeing the mounds of her breasts to the windy air, her nipples turning diamond-hard in an instant as I sweep my thumbs over them, pinching them lightly. Saoirse moans, twisting as she rolls against me, my cock throbbing between us, and I wonder dizzily how we went so quickly from promising each other a marriage of cold and loveless duty to writhing on a blanket on the beach like horny teenagers who haven’t given up their virginity yet.
I lean up, one arm going around her waist and pulling her tighter against me as I capture her nipple with my mouth, biting lightly at her flesh, and Saoirse cries out as her hands tangle in my hair.
“Oh god, Connor, Connor, I’m going to, I’m—”
Her mouth opens on a cry that’s torn away by the wind, her hips writhing madly against me as she clutches me to her breast. With a burst of blinding, burning lust, I realize that she’s coming for me, atop me, that she rode me to a climax. Then I realize that the throbbing rush of heat tearing through me isn’t just my pulse beating a second heartbeat in my cock.
Saoirse grinding out her climax atop me half-naked mademecome, too, in my jeans like a fucking teenager.
I should be embarrassed, but all I am is overcome with need. My cock is still somehow hard despite the fact that I’m still streaking the inside of my boxers with cum, Saoirse’s nipple tight and hard, rubbing against my tongue.
I need my tongue on far more than that.
With one swift movement, I flip her onto her back, my hands yanking at the button of her jeans as I rip them and her panties together down her hips. “Connor!” Saoirse yelps, her eyes widening, but I’m beyond caring if she wants me to stop.
I know I can’t fuck her yet, but my god, I’m going to taste her before we leave this beach. I’ve waited too long to have my tongue on her clit, and I can’t anymore, not a second longer.
“I told you back at the club,” I growl, pulling her jeans far enough down that I have access, but leaving them so that her legs are trapped, unable to move them enough to get away if she so chose. “I’m going to eat you out until you forget your own name.”
And then I spread her pussy open with my fingers, revealing the tight, hard pink clit that I’ve been dying to taste, and dive between her thighs.
She’s positivelydrenchedfrom her orgasm, her clit slick with it, her folds wet beneath my fingers, and her scent filling my nostrils in the most intoxicating way. She tastes incredible, the sweetest pussy I’ve ever eaten. I run my tongue over her folds and between them, lapping up her arousal before pressing my lips against her clit, flicking my tongue out and around the pulsing bundle of nerves.
“Connor!” Saoirse shrieks my name, her thighs trembling as she arches up, one hand tangling in my hair as she writhes against my face. “Oh my god, oh my fucking god, I—don’t stop, oh god, don’t ever fucking stop, oh my god, oh my god—”
The words tumble over themselves as she bucks against my tongue, the muscles in her thighs leaping. I can’t tell if she’s orgasming again or if she’s just overcome by a new sort of pleasure that she’s never felt before. Her nails dig into my scalp, and I have to grip her thigh with one hand to keep her from squirming so madly that I lose my rhythm on her clit.
“It feels so good, oh my god, it feels so fucking good—” she gasps, and then I suck her clit into my mouth as I roll my tongue against it, and the sound she lets out is a nearly primal scream.
There’s no doubt then that she’s coming. Her arousal gushes over my tongue, her clit pulsing between my lips, her hands clawing at the blanket as Saoirse comes for the first time from a tongue on her pussy. Just the thought is enough to make me rock hard all over again, my cock throbbing with an almost desperate need despite my recent unexpected climax. It takes every last shred of self-control I have not to yank it out and plunge every inch of my length into Saoirse’s wet, clenching pussy.
I push two fingers inside of her instead, and the sound she makes is almost animal in its intensity, a sound of such pure pleasure that I think she might come apart at the seams.
Her pussy clenches around me in a vice grip, squeezing in a way that makes it impossible to think of anything other than how she would feel clenched around my cock, her inner muscles rippling along my fingers as I keep lapping at her clit, wanting to make her come again. Saoirse’s orgasms drive me wild, the way she seems to forget completely in her pleasure that she’s meant to be a tame and virginal princess, elegant and poised, and instead loses herself entirely to the need that’s been bottled up inside of her for so long.
A need thatIwas the first to awaken.
