Kissing him had become necessity.
Slow and sultry, they explored each other as though for the first time. Her hands framing his face, their heads moving from side to side to center. Lifting her heavy lids, she found herself gazing into the fathomless blue of his eyes. The connection between them hummed in her veins and sank deep in her bones.
Kat slipped her hands down his neck, trailed them over his chest. She fingered his nipple piercings, causing him to suck in a breath and the tendons in his neck to stand out. Watching such a visceral reaction on him from something she did bolstered her confidence. But could she bring herself to use it?
Making a decision, she reached for the button on his jeans. He stopped kissing her and stared. She wished to hell her hands weren’t shaking. It made it damn hard to strip Irish properly, not to mention convince him that this was something she truly wanted. Leave it to her to make a bumbling fool of herself while laying naked in front of the first man she’d ever wanted.
She squeezed her eyes shut. “God, I’m so bad at this.”
“What’re you talking about?”
“I don’t know how to be sexy. I can’t even get your pants undone.”
“Look at me.” She did. “The fact that you don’t know how incredibly sexy you are makes you that much sexier. And don’t worry about getting my pants undone. I’ve been doing it for years, and I’m more than willing to help out.”
His crooked smile was contagious. “My hero,” she said.
Irish pushed himself up to his feet and unbuttoned his fly. The glow of the neon bathed his body in light and shadows. From this vantage point, he appeared even more massive. A giant looming over her with blue lightning in his eyes.
He dragged his zipper down. She held her breath and listened to it cut through each of its teeth holding back her ultimate reward. Finally, his thumbs hooked the top and pushed them down and off completely, taking with them the boxer briefs underneath. When he straightened, the breath she’d been holding took advantage of her shock and made a break for it.
While he retrieved a condom from his wallet and did his thing, she studied his impressive size and briefly panicked about him fitting. She already felt so tight and swollen. As he lowered himself between her legs again, the concern must have shown on her face.
“What’s the matter, baby?”
“At the risk of inflating your ego to mammoth proportions…”
“I like where this is going,” he said.
“You’re really…big.”
He chuckled and buried his face in her neck. “I’ll fit perfectly.”
“But—” She gasped as two fingers slid deep inside her. “How do you know?”
“Because you’re already wet again for me.” God help her, she didn’t think it possible, but she was. “Your body wants mine. It’ll open up for me, I promise.”
Kat dragged out a moan and rocked her hips as he added a wicked twist to his thrusting fingers. How much longer did he plan on teasing her? She’d had enough foreplay. She wanted the main event.
“Then prove it,” she said, the challenge clear.
He lifted his head and held her gaze. Bracing himself on one forearm, he used his other hand to pull her knee up close to his body. She felt the head of his erection slip into place. Then he flexed forward and breached her entrance one millimeter at a time.
The ripples flowing through her gained in strength the more he filled her, the more he stretched her. Never had she imagined she’d ever welcome an invasion of her body so completely.
Sweat broke out on his forehead, his jaw worked, and his nostrils flared with every breath. The effort it took him to hold himself back was impressive. She was as equally glad for his control as she was frustrated with it.
She felt his cock hit the back wall of her vagina and assumed that was as far as he could go. But then he adjusted the angle of her hips and slid in another inch, releasing a keening cry from her lips.
“Ah, fuck, that feels good,” he ground out. “Eyes on me, baby.”
Kat didn’t realize she’d raised them to stare sightlessly at the ceiling. She refocused on his beautiful, strong face.
“That’s my girl. Now stay with me. Nice and easy.”
He started to withdraw from her body. She wanted to weep. At the loss. At the intensity of the heat swirling in her belly. At the tenderness he offered with every move, every look. He’d been right. She fit perfectly around him, as though her body couldn’t bear not doing the impossible to welcome him, hold him.
Every stroke felt better than the last. Every push a new revelation of pleasure.
Seconds melted into minutes. Minutes stretched into eternity. An eternity of connecting with this man on levels she never knew existed, never imagined reaching even if they did exist.