Still suckling her nipple, I bring my hand to her bare pussy and part her folds. I glide a finger in and out, pleased to find she’s so wet. I relish the sounds of her soft breathing, the little mewls and purrs. I suckle her nipple and fondle her until her hips rise and her breathing becomes ragged. She’s on the cusp of climax.
I kiss my way down her body, from her jaw to her neck then lower still, down the valley between her breasts to her belly. I drag my tongue through her navel, relishing the salty sweet taste of her naked skin, then lower still, to her sweet pussy I’m eager to taste.
This time, she lets her legs fall open.
“Good girl,” I approve. “Just like that, sweetheart.”
I position myself in front of her, drape her legs over my shoulders, and lower my mouth to her pussy. I kiss her there, inhaling her intoxicating scent. Her pelvis rises and she groans. She wants more. She’s eager.
I kiss her again, pressing my lips to her swollen folds, then licking the creases on either side of her pussy. I want her dying for my tongue, ready to fly. I part her with the tip of my tongue, my cock straining. She gasps, holding her breath. I let the heat of my mouth pervade her, until she’s panting before I’ve even licked her.
“Beg me before you come.”
“May I? Please?” I can’t help but chuckle. She’s that ready? I begin with slow, lazy, deliberate strokes of my tongue through her seam.
“Oh God!” she knifes up, yanking on her restraints, but they hold fast. I hold her thighs down and lap again. And again. And again.
Within seconds, she’s panting and heaving.
“Cormac,” she whispers.
“Beg me.”
“Please, Cormac, oh God. Please. I’ll do anything you want. Anything. Let me come, Cormac, please,” she begs, her voice trembling along with her hips, rising to meet my tongue.
I don’t answer, working her even closer to climax.
I wait until her sweet body trembles against my tongue, before I lift my mouth. “Come, sweetheart.”
She lifts her bound hands, as if she wants to bury her hands in my hair to support herself, and I almost wish I hadn’t tied her. My lips tip up in a grin when she moans. I grip her hips, hold her pussy to my lips, and lazily lap again until her voice pitches off into a ragged scream.
She comes against my mouth with abandon, my lust-filled groans and her mewls filling the room. I feast myself on her pussy, until her hips fall back to the bed, then I join her, crawling back up the bed to straddle her.
“Absolutely fucking gorgeous,” I tell her, the sweet taste of her juices still on my lips while I drag my hand across my mouth and smile at her. Her wide, beautiful blue eyes go half-lidded, and she bites her lip.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
Christ, I’d do that morning and night to hear those words in her beautiful, lilting voice.
“My fucking pleasure.”
That makes her laugh, and for just one moment, we’re on the same team, the two of us. We’re married, though we hardly know each other, but right then, we can laugh together. And hell, I love that.
I can’t waste any time, though. She’ll be nice and wet, still high from climaxing. It’s time I claimed her.
“We’ve a duty to do.” Her lust-filled eyes widen a little. She swallows and nods.
Brave girl.
I yank the knotted towel at my waist and toss it to the floor. Her eyes travel to my stiff cock, and she licks her lips.
She licks her fucking lips.
My cock aches with the need for friction with her.
“Let me… you could let me return the favor,” she suggests.
“Come again?”
“You could… I could do to you what you just did to me.”
She wants to blow me?
Fucking hell.
Her offer gives me pause, though. Why would a virgin make such an offer?
I can’t hide the impatience and anger in my voice when I demand, “Have you done that before?”
She doesn’t respond, but the way her eyes slice away guiltily is answer enough. I don’t realize I’m growling until her eyes widen in fear.
“Who?” I demand.
“Doesn’t matter,” she says, her eyes narrowing on me. “I was trying to be nice, and you’re ruining it.”
“Thought you were a virgin.”
“I am,” she snaps.
“A virgin who’s had dick between her lips?”
She turns her face away from me with a haughty hmph. “I take it back, then. Offer’s off the table.”
Oh hell no. Jealous possession sweeps through me before I can stop it. I lean over her and grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her eyes back to mine.
“What’s on and off the table’s my fucking call.” She winces when I yank her hair. “The thought of you with any other man, in any way, makes me want to knife the fucking bastard and spill his blood.”