“Hush, lass,” he says sternly. “It’s not just about your pleasure. I want to taste your pussy, too. It’s all wet for me, drenched from your orgasm. I want all that sweet arousal on my tongue, to feel your thighs around my head while I eat you to another climax before I fuck you proper, lass.”
He speaks between kisses, his lips trailing down my thighs and up again, his strong hands spreading them wide so I feel myself opening for him, my swollen folds parting and showing him all of me. I flush at the vulnerability of it, but he just groans, his eyes hot with lust as he leans in to run his tongue over my folds.
I’m soaking wet, my pussy drenched and my thighs sticky with it, but Niall seems to love that. He slides his tongue between my folds, circling my entrance and pushing his tongue slowly inside as he teases my clit with his fingertips, thrusting his tongue slowly like a small cock. The sensation shocks me, and I freeze for a second, my hands clawing at the sheets, and then I arch upwards with a gasping moan as he fucks me with his tongue.
“Niall—Niall!” I cry out, and he pulls his mouth away for a moment, looking up at me from between my thighs with a wicked grin.
“Aye, scream my name like that again, lass,” he growls, and then his hands plant firmly on my thighs, holding them apart as his mouth fastens on my clit.
It feels like the world dissolves around me as he sucks the tender flesh into his mouth. It had felt incredible last night, but the combination of the lingering soreness and the sensitivity from my first orgasm has my entire body heightened, and I let out a strangled cry at the sheer indescribable pleasure of it. I can feel him sucking and licking at the same time, the wet heat of his mouth overtaking my pussy as he laps up my arousal, his tongue pushing and fluttering at the sensitive nerves as he sucks my clit like I sucked the tip of his cock earlier. My thighs are spreading wider of their own accord, the muscles in them trembling, my back arching as I claw at the bed and cry out senselessly, a never-ending stream of pleasured noises as Niall suddenly pushes two long fingers inside of me—and my world comes apart at the seams.
I think I scream his name again; I can’t be sure. I’m nothing but a boneless, liquid sensation, stars bursting behind my closed eyes, my body shattering and remaking itself again as Niall pushes the climax higher, wringing every bit of pleasure he can from my shuddering body. I never knew it could feel like this, never imagined it. I feel like I’m floating in heaven as he finally lets go of me, his tongue sliding once more over my throbbing flesh as his fingers slip free, and he moves up my body.
“You alright, lass?” Niall asks gently as he gathers me into his arms. I feel his hard cock pressed hotly against my belly, but he makes no move to fuck me. Instead, cradling me against his body as he brushes my hair away from my cheek. “Easy now,” he adds, the other hand stroking my back as I shudder and moan with the last aftershocks of my climax. “You came so hard for me. That was so good, feeling you come on my tongue like that—”
I whimper helplessly at that, hearing his praise, and he tilts my chin up. “Did you ever come before me, lass? Ever give yourself an orgasm?”
Somehow, I find the strength to shake my head wordlessly, and I see Niall’s eyes widen. “Never? Did you touch yourself?”
“Y-yes,” I manage, my lips feeling thick and numb as my body melts into the bed. “A little. But I was always afraid to keep going. I never—”
“Christ, lass.” Niall smooths my hair away from my face, cupping it in his hands. “I wish I’d known last night. I wish—” He kisses me, his fingers stroking my cheeks, cradling me with a gentleness I’d never imagined a man could have. “I was your first orgasm, and I had no idea.”
He keeps kissing me, slow and gentle, although I don’t know how he restrains himself. I canfeelhow hard he is, throbbing and insistent, and I know he must be aching to be inside of me, but he doesn’t push. He keeps kissing me until I can feel my strength returning, my body rousing again, and then he runs a hand down my hip and squeezes my ass lightly.
“I need to be inside you now, lass, if you can take it,” he growls against my mouth. “If not, I’ll stroke myself while I kiss and touch you and be satisfied, but—”
“No.” I shake my head, reaching down to wrap my own hand around his length as I stroke him lightly, feeling him shudder. “I want you inside of me. Please—”
“Then ride me, lass.” Niall rolls onto his back, bringing me with him with an easy strength that sends a shudder of arousal through me. “I would have had you like this last night if I’d known. Put you in control. I know you’re tender, so take it at your own pace.” His hands smooth over my hips as he speaks, steadying me, and I grip his cock, feeling my pussy clench with anticipation at the thought of having him inside of me.
He doesn’t move to grab a condom, and I feel a small twinge of guilt. He believed my lie about the pill, and I almost ask him to get one, but I stop. If I do, he’ll know I lied, and the night will be ruined.And after all, isn’t the damage already done? What does one more night matter?I don’t want him to use one anyway, don’t want anything but the hot, wet fullness of him inside of me. I arch up, spreading my thighs wider so I can sink down on his cock, gripping him tightly as I try to find the angle.
“Slow, lass,” Niall murmurs. “No rush. I like to watch you learn me.” His jaw tightens as I start to lower myself onto his cock, the thick head pressing against my entrance. It almost feels like too much even now, as aroused as I am after two orgasms, my pussy slick with it. “Slow—” he grinds out again, his hands fisting in the duvet as if he can barely contain himself from thrusting up into mehard. “Fill yourself up with me, Gabriela.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to cry out my real name, to beg him to moan it instead. I want to hearIsabellamoaned, purred, and growled in that sinful accent of his, but I stop myself. That, too, would ruin the night, and I couldn’t bear it if it ended here. Instead, I watch his face, delighting in the knowledge that he’s hanging on by the barest thread of control as I slide down an inch onto his thick cock, and then another, feeling my tender flesh stretch around him. I can feel him pulsing, his cock twitching with need as I slide down a little more, and then again, and Niall curses under his breath as his head tips back, the cords of his throat standing out as he swallows hard, his hips jerking, too.
“Christ,if you knew how much I want to flip you onto your back and fuck you raw, lass—” Niall growls the words between gritted teeth, his hands coming up to squeeze my hips. “If we had more time—”
The unspoken words hang between us, said almost as if he didn’t mean to let them slip out, full of all the things we might be able to do withmore time.My chest constricts, a lump rising in my throat, but I push the feelings away and focus on the pleasure, the sweet burn of his cock filling me as I slide down, impaling myself on the swollen length as I finally settle down atop him and Niall lets out a satisfied gasp.
“Aye, you look as beautiful as I thought, sitting on my cock.” His hands on my hips guide me, helping me find a rocking motion, slowly grinding against his pelvis as I feel his cock shift pleasurably inside of me. “Fuck me, Gabriela.”
I’m not sure how, at first, how to find a rhythm that matches the motion of his hips. He tries to stay still for me, but he can’t entirely, the pleasure puppeting his body as he moans, his hands squeezing my hips and ass. I feel clumsy at first, awkward, but then Niall pulls me forward against his chest so he can kiss me again, and instinct takes over.
It feels good, so good that I can barely take it. It’s a different sensation from this angle, deeper and fuller. As I find the rhythm that works for us both, I get the confidence to move a little faster, to slide up his cock and back down again, clenching around him as I do. Niall lets out a strangled moan at that, his hands convulsing on my hips, and I do it again, just to get the same reaction out of him.
“You’re going to make me come if you keep that up,” Niall groans, his hands lifting me and dragging me down his cock again, taking over for a moment. “Fuck, your pussy feels incredible.”
“Good,” I somehow muster the courage to whisper, kissing him again as I clench around him, rocking my hips until he makes another of those strangled noises. Then I lean back, palms pressed to his chest as I start to ride him as best I can.
Idon’t think I’m doing a particularly good job, despite the waves of pleasure that ripple over me with every stroke of his cock inside of me. I think I must be horribly inept at this, not perfect like the other girls he must have slept with, able to find an expert rhythm, ride his cock exactly as he likes it. But Niall looks entranced, his eyes sweeping over my tousled hair, tumbling over my shoulders and breasts and back, his hands coming up to grip and play with my breasts before my moans turn to shuddering cries, and then his hand finds its way between my legs.
“I’m going to come soon, lass,” he groans, his fingertips teasing my clit. “Come on my cock while I fill you up, Gabriela—”
He moans my name, and I can feel his cock throbbing inside of me, his hips jerking as he tries to stave off his orgasm long enough to make me come again. It won’t take much; my entire body is sensitive and eager for more, and as he strokes my clit I can feel the pressure rising, ready to burst over me like a tidal wave.
He feels me tighten around him. “Yes, Gabriela, yes—” Niall hisses the last word, rubbing my clit firmly as he grips my hip with his other hand, helping me ride him as I brace against his chest. “Oh god, I’m going to fucking come—”