“You’re ready for me, Ery, aren’t you?” His voice was thick as he curled a finger around the material, brushing me. “Do you want my mouth?”
“What do you think?” I huffed, pushing my hips toward him.
I felt his chuckle against my skin. “I remember you being a little more patient the other night.”
“Then you remembered wrong.” I opened my eyes. “Please.”
His expression turned tender. “Fuck,” he whispered. “For the rest of my life, all you’ll have to do is say that word, and I’ll be putty in your hands.”
My heart lurched. “Arran—oh!” I fell back on my hands as he roughly ripped my underwear down my legs. I barely had time to think before Arran was pressing my thighs apart again.
Then his mouth was finally on me.
“Oh, Lord,” I whimpered, leaning back as he licked at me, his tongue flicking and tormenting my clit. “Arran, please.”
I could feel it building, my muscles trembling and tightening.
And then two fingers pushed inside me.
He sucked and licked and slid his fingers in and out. I was heading for the cliff’s edge. I stiffened and then fell over, crying out his name as my inner muscles clamped around his fingers in a hard climax.
Arran stood, only to lean down into me, wrapping his arms around my waist so he could gather me against him. I lifted my legs around his hips and clung to him as he kissed me, the taste of me on his tongue, moving against mine in hard, quick strokes. The kiss was so desperate it almost brought tears to my eyes.
Breaking the kiss, Arran’s hot lips trailed down my neck. I arched my back, wanting his mouth on me everywhere.
The heat of insatiability set the languid aftermath of my climax alight as Arran cupped and stroked and kissed my breasts, learning every inch of them all over again. He then closed his mouth around my nipple and tugged, sucked, and licked it until it was so swollen, it was tender. He moved to the other until my legs were climbing his hips. I writhed against his erection, desperate for him to take me.
“I need you,” I moaned. “Arran, I need you.”
He kissed me, fierce, hungry, one hand under my ass urging me up against him as he ground between my legs, the friction of his sweatpants over my sex building me toward climax again. I gasped into his kiss as his other hand moved to my hair. I could tell he wanted to release it from the pins, but there were too many holding my curls, and I was too impatient to wait.
Apparently, so was Arran.
My eyes opened as he released me to grab a condom out of his wallet and then push down his sweatpants and boxer briefs. He hurriedly, almost comically, kicked off his sneakers, his cock hard. In seconds, he sheathed himself and then he was hot and throbbing and ready for me.
I looked down, feeling a sudden roar of fire lick up from my heels, shooting through my whole body at the sight of him. He wasn’t overly long, but he was thick, and I remembered the delicious fullness of him inside me. I needed him like I needed oxygen.
I licked my lips.
“Fuck, Ery,” Arran breathed against my mouth as he pressed his forehead to mine.
I kissed him, my tongue flicking against his lips. I took the steely heat of him in my hands and squeezed, and Arran kissed me harder, gasping and panting, as I stroked him with one hand and dug my fingers into his ass with the other, urging him to me.
I guided his tip to my entrance and smoothed my hand up his rigid stomach.
With our lips still touching, our eyes met and held.
Arran gripped my hips and pushed inside.
My eyes fluttered closed at the satisfying burn that quickly gave way to an exciting fullness.
“Ery, open your eyes,” he demanded.
I did, holding his ardent gaze.
“Keep your eyes open.” He thrust deeper. “Keep your eyes on me.”
He tilted my hips as he slid in and out of me slowly. I trembled against him as he took pleasure in taking his time, and I marveled at how safe I felt with him. I was more vulnerable than a person could be, and yet with him, I felt not just protected but … free.
I fought hard against a sudden onslaught of tears and closed my eyes against them.
“Ery. Your eyes. Please,” he begged, his deep voice strained with desire.
My eyes flew open for him.
“There you are. You feel amazing,” he huffed against my lips, a small, amazed smile curling his mouth.
I moved against his thrusts. “You feel wonderful too.”
“Ery.” His grip tightened, his eyes blazing into mine. “Eredine.”
“Arran,” I whimpered back as he thrust at just the right angle to brush my clit with his movements.