“Niall, what—” I gasp out as I feel his hands sliding up my inner thighs, his breath warm against my now-bare pussy. I feel incredibly exposed like this, a gush of arousal drenching me at the thought of what he might be about to do, and I feel my clit throb in anticipation of his tongue.
“I need to taste you, lass,” he rasps, and the next moment I feel his stubble against my inner thigh, sending shivers of pleasure through me. His lips brush against the edge of my pussy, and I moan again, a small whimper of need as his tongue finally flicks out, sliding over my sensitive flesh.
Niall groans, hands tightening on my thighs. “I love how you taste,” he murmurs, his tongue sliding between my folds to tease my entrance, pushing forwards, up towards my clit. I arch into his mouth without thinking, shamelessly seeking the hot pleasure of his tongue,needingit.
He flicks the tip over my clit, his lips rubbing against my folds. It’s slow and hungry all at once, his movements sharp and quick, as if he’s trying to hold himself back and make it last, but can’t. His mouth presses tighter against me, his tongue moving faster, fingers clenching the soft flesh of my thighs as he devours me, and I know it won’t take me long to come. It feels filthy, erotic, him eating me out like this in the kitchen steps away from the door, and even though no one else has a key and no one else could possibly come in, it still feels daring. It’s not unlike the night we made love out in the desert in that respect, although that was more tender, more intimate.
That was before everything fell apart.
I can’t think about that now, though. His mouth is hungrier now, more insistent, and as he pushes me towards the edge his tongue moves quicker, rolling over my clit and making me cry out, riding his tongue towards my climax. I feel my legs shaking, my legs threatening to give out, but I know Niall won’t let me fall.
“Oh god—” I pant out the words, my back arching as I feel the trembling start. “Niall, I—”
He groans, hands squeezing me tighter as if encouraging me to let go, his tongue never letting up for a second, not even to tell me to come for him—and then it doesn’t matter, because I’m falling over the edge into bliss, coming so hard that my vision wavers for a moment as I throw my head back and cry out, shuddering with waves of pleasure that threaten to make me lose my balance.
But Niall doesn’t let me fall. He grabs my hips as I come, tongue still stroking my clit until it feels as if I’m never going to stop coming. Even as I feel the ripples of it start to fade, he doesn’t stop, pulling back a fraction to ease off of my overstimulated clit as he slides his tongue back to my entrance. He teases me there for a moment, his fingers tracing the insides of my thighs as he pushes the tip of his tongue inside of me, gently urging me back into the slow climb of pleasure.
I moan, pushing back against him, wanting more. “Please, Niall,” I gasp, not sure if I’m begging him to keep going or to stop and fuck me, but it doesn’t matter. I can’t find the words to voice it, and he has no intention of doing anything other than continuing to pleasure me.
He gives me a moment before his fingers find my clit while his tongue flicks in and out of me, gently rubbing, urging me higher. And then, as I let out a long moan of pleasure, his tongue flicks higher still, teasing the tight hole above.
“Niall!” I let out a shocked cry, and he chuckles, his tongue still flicking there, nudging. It feels strange and good all at once, the shock of what he’s doing interrupting my slow climb to orgasm for a moment, and then his fingers resume their circling of my clit, and I let out another moan of pleasure as I give in to all of it.
“I’m going to come again—” I moan, and I hear his hum of assent, his tongue still circling where I never thought he’d touch me like that as his fingers keep stroking my clit just the way he knows I like to be touched, pushing me rapidly towards my second orgasm.
Every time he touches me, Niall makes me feel as if I’m uncovering new depths of pleasure, new ways to feel as if my body is melting under his hands and his mouth, and this is nothing different. I clutch the countertop as if I’m coming apart at the seams, feeling his tongue and his fingers and the vibration of his groan as I come hard for him, arousal flooding his hand as I thrust back against his mouth shamelessly.
He keep going through every shudder and ripple of my climax, until I’m gasping from the aftermath of it, and then I feel him stand, one hand still squeezing my hip as I hear the drag of his zipper.
“Yes—” I moan, my head dropping forward as I arch my back, thighs spreading wider. “Please, Niall—”
“Oh, I intend to give you every inch of my cock, lass,” he growls, and I feel the swollen head nudge me a second later, pushing between my folds as both of his hands grip me, holding me still as his cockhead slips inside of me.
I let out a cry of pleasure, arching back, and Niall groans as he thrusts, filling me with one swift, hot slide of flesh on flesh. He sinks into me, seating himself inside of me as deeply as he can. He holds himself there for a moment, shuddering, bending forward to brush his lips over my neck again as I clench around him, wanting to keep him there.
“Isabella—” He murmurs my name, the letters rolling over his tongue, a deep moan of need following as he starts to thrust, hard and sure.
I clutch the countertop as he fucks me, moaning with every thrust, wanting it to go on forever. Nothing feels as good as Niall inside of me, filling me, and I meet his every stroke, arching into the hot slide of his cock.
“You feel so fucking good, lass,” he groans, the words sending sparks of sensation tingling over my skin. I love the sound of his voice, the thickening of his accent with his growing desire, the way he makes me feel as if he’s making me fall apart and putting me back together all at once. “God, I don’t ever want to stop fucking you—”
I gasp, as much from what he said as the sensation rippling over me. I don’t want him to stop either, not now and not ever, but I can’t form words. It feels too good, his thick cock filling me up, thrusting into me again and again, until I’m on the verge of a pleasure that feels stronger than any of the orgasms he’s given me before.
He thrusts into me again, hard, shuddering as he holds himself there for a moment. I can feel him, stretching me, throbbing, and then he groans as he slips out of me and spins me around, lifting me onto the counter.
“I want to see your face when you come on my cock,” he growls, pushing my thighs apart as he hurriedly nudges himself between them again. I get one glimpse of him, thick and long and hard and veined before his cockhead slips inside of me again, and then Niall thrusts into me harder than before.
“Yes—” I gasp the words as he slides out of me and in again, hard, one arm around my waist to hold me close, leaning me back onto the countertop as he plunges into me again and again. “Oh god, Niall, yes—”
My hands clutch at his shirt, clinging to him as I look down at the two of us joined together, the sight turning me on even more, seeing him thrusting into me slick with my arousal. I can feel his movements getting more erratic, his hips jerking faster as he gasps, his face taut with the effort of holding back. I’ve been with him enough times now to know the signs, to know he’s close, and I both want to feel the heat of him filling me up and want it to last as long as possible. I’m terrified that he’s going to leave the moment we’re done, and I push the fear away, forcing myself to focus on the moment that we have now. I don’t want to fear things that haven’t even happened yet.
“I’m so close,” he groans, burying his face in my throat as he pulls me closer, thrusting into me and rocking against me as if he wants to be buried as deeply inside of me as possible. “I’m so close, Isabella—”
He moans my name, thick and deep and urgent, and I feel the shudders of pleasure starting to ripple through me. His lips brush over my throat, tongue tracing patterns on my skin until he’s too close to manage it, and then I feel the pressure of his lips there, sucking, biting as he thrusts into me once more, hard, and I hear his muffled groan of pleasure as his cock spasms inside of me.
“Oh god, Isabella,fuck—” Niall jerks his head back as he comes, his hand coming up to cup my face as he looks at me, his eyes dark with pleasure. The look on his face makes me come undone all over again, clenching around him as my own climax ripples through me, and Niall throws his head back, a growl of pleasure coming through his clenched teeth.
“Oh fuck, ohfuck, it’s so fucking good—” He thrusts again, the heat of his cum filling me as he sinks into me as deeply as he can again, my fingers clawing in his shirt as I lean forward and bury my face against his shoulder, my legs going around his waist as I cling to him, both of us shuddering.