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That was the last coherent thought I had before I reached out to fondle Donal’s magnificent member. After that, I couldn’t think about anything except the feel of his thick heat in my hand and the way his hips jerked with every stroke.
“You have to stop that,” he growled, seizing both my wrists when I ran my thumb over the slit in the swollen head. “I’m seriously hanging on by a thread here.”
I liked the idea of that. I also liked the feel of his large hands holding my wrists, and the rough, slightly frantic way he was squeezing a little too hard, as if he wasn’t quite in control of himself. I wanted to drive him all the way over that edge. But first I needed him to put that pretty penis inside me.
Backing up, I pulled him onto the bed by the hold he kept on my wrists. When I lay back, he came with me, pressing my arms into the mattress on either side of my head. His body caged mine, his weight bearing down on me, bare skin on bare skin. My legs reflexively parted, my body aching for him as his eyes seared into me, dark with the same animal desire coursing through my veins.
I thought he would kiss me, but instead he dipped his head, his ten o’clock shadow dragging over my skin as his tongue traced the swell of my breast. While I squirmed restlessly beneath him, he painted hot, teasing circles around my nipple.
“You sure you don’t want to take it slow?” he asked between tortuous flicks of his tongue.
“Fuck slow. I want you inside me.”
In response, I felt him smile against my skin. His grip on my wrists tightened as he rubbed his rough stubble over my nipple before sucking on it hard enough to make me gasp.
I strained against him, the anticipation nearly unbearable. “Your dick’s not in me yet. Do you need a map?”
Donal huffed an amused breath as he switched his attentions to my other breast. “You’re so fucking bossy.”
“I’m not bossy, I’m authoritative. And you like it.”
“I do.” His voice was deep, husky, and deadly serious. “I really do.”
The way he said it made my chest warm with pleasure that was more than just sexual. But then his stubble was back as his lips dragged a path between my breasts and down to my stomach.
He released my wrists to run his hands up my thighs, spreading them even wider before he parted me with his thumbs. “Is this where you want me? Did I find the right place?”
My back arched as his hot breath whispered over my sensitive, aching sex, and I fisted my hands in his hair. “Not like this.”
We’d never done this in high school, but as much as I wanted to feel his mouth on me for the first time, I wanted his cock inside me even more. I wanted to feel his body moving against mine as he filled me up. I wanted to see his face as the pleasure became too much, hear his groans and grunts as he lost that control he’d been fighting to keep, feel his muscles tense, quiver, and release.
Donal’s gaze lifted to meet mine, the connection sparking azingin my chest. “Please just let me taste you first. I want to make you feel good. Will you let me do that?”
All I could manage was a garbled sound that roughly translated togoddammityespleasejustfuckingdoitas my resolve melted to goo along with the rest of my body.
The self-satisfied look on his face would have made me want to smack him if I wasn’t too busy losing my damn mind. He nuzzled lightly against me, and my hips lifted of their own accord, straining toward his taunting mouth as my fingers tightened in his hair.
When he licked me, my whole body contracted with a breathy gasp. With a low groan of appreciation, Donal pushed his face between my legs and got down to business. His tongue was bold and deft as he worked me into a frenzy, alternately flicking, stroking, and sucking with exactly the right amount of pressure.
I was a trembling, whimpering mess, completely at his mercy. My heels dug into the mattress as I arched against him. I wasso close, my vision already starting to white out as the tension inside me built to an unbearable level.
Then he stopped.
Fuck.
I groaned in misery and frustration as my eyes flew open. Donal was kneeling over me, tearing open a condom, and he winced as he hurriedly rolled it down his hard length. When he’d finished, he lowered himself onto me again, settling between my thighs. The head of his cock lined up with my entrance, and with no hesitation or holding back he plunged inside me with one powerful thrust.
His face dropped to my neck with a tortured groan, every muscle in his body tense and quivering as he hissed a string of expletives. I tilted my pelvis, taking him even deeper, and shuddered at the incredible sensation—exactly the perfect amount of too much—as I stretched around him.
“You good?” he asked, his voice low and shaky.
My hands smoothed up his back and sank into his hair as I nodded. “So good.”
He eased out of me, and we let out twin moans as he slid back in, setting a pace that was slow and exquisitely deep. His lips brushed over mine in a clumsy kiss, the muscles in his neck taut as steel cables, like he was fighting to hold himself back. “God, Tess. You feel amazing.”
I could still feel the orgasm that had been interrupted building at the base of my spine. Chasing the itch, I rocked against him, seeking more friction. “More,” I panted desperately. “Oh my God.”
“Come on, baby,” he rasped, giving me what I needed. “I want to feel you come around my dick.” His eyes were dark and intent, consuming me with the force of his gaze.
