Kat’s breathing became shallow to match his. He continued to move slow and steady. Every nuance was felt, every sensation doubly intense. The rough fabric grated deliciously on her stomach, breasts, and nipples. Once again she started the climb to another climax, but just before she reached the crest, he pulled out, leaving her empty and aching.
She protested with a pained whine, but he shushed her in soothing tones that promised the absence was only temporary. Then Irish dipped his fingers in her vagina and rubbed her juices onto her puckered rosette in a circular motion. She gasped and would have jumped ten feet in the air if he didn’t have her pinned between him and the chair. But despite the shock, she couldn’t deny the tiny thrill she got from him touching her in such an intimately taboo place.
He repeated the process, this time adding a little more pressure with the pad of his thumb, causing a small whimper to escape her lips.
Irish’s ghostly blue eyes peered at her in the window with a banked fire. “How about here, Kat? You want me inside you here?”
She tensed. “I’m not sure,” she said honestly. It was one thing to enjoy a little ass-play, but completely another to go all the way, wasn’t it? And yet…
His left arm snaked under her ribs. It made a comfortable support between her and the back of the chaise while allowing him to knead and tease her right breast. Meanwhile his other hand was still creating magic with her * and anus.
“You said your first time had been taken from you. But I can give you a different kind of first time. I can make it good for you.”
Irish placed a sweet kiss at her temple as though punctuating his tender offer of sharing an experience that would be theirs forever. Something no one could ever take from her.
“What do you say, sweetheart? Will you let me claim you like no one else has?”
“Yes,” she replied softly. “I’m yours.”
“Stay right like you are and let me take care of you.” He picked up a tube from the inconspicuous spot he’d gotten the condom earlier. “This’ll be a little cold at first.” She inhaled sharply when the cool gel hit her hot skin, but a second later all she focused on was how good his finger felt as he rubbed it on.
She sensed the presence of an erotic arrow nocked on a bow string, ready to be pulled tight and released to shatter all previous notions of the ultimate pleasure. The anticipation and the carnal vibrations now singing in a part of her body previously untouched made her wet all over again.
Using more of the lubrication, he placed the pad of his thumb against her puckered flesh…then pushed. She tensed at the intrusion, her body instinctively rejecting it.
“Just relax, baby. It might feel uncomfortable at first, but it’ll pass,” he promised. “When I push in I want you to exhale and push out. Understand?”
She nodded.
He tried again, and this time she did as he instructed, allowing him as far as he could go. The duality of sensations, both strange and rousing, confused her body. Like it couldn’t decide between This isn’t my thing and Holy hell do that again.
Kat held still and focused on breathing as Irish set a slow rhythm with his thumb, massaging more of the gel inside as he continued to open her with gentle tugs on her outer walls. At last, the pleasure overcame the foreign feeling and all she wanted was more. She tilted her hips up in a silent plea that evoked a growl of appreciation from her lover.
“Damn, you look good like this, baby,” he rasped. “Can you feel how open you are for me? So vulnerable. So trusting. I’ve never been so hard in my life.”
Ahv nevah been so hahd… God, what his accent did to her. It might not be cultured or sexy like the French or Italians, but it turned her on something fierce. As did the fact that she could indeed feel how open he’d made her. He could easily insert two fingers and scissor them inside her, the motion driving her crazy.
“Then let me feel it,” she practically begged. He turned his face to the window and locked onto her with heat flaring in his eyes. “Make love to me, Aiden. Claim me.”
“My pleasure.”
He grabbed the base of his shaft, prepared to guide himself into her at last, when she stopped him.
“I want you bare.”
“Kat, we talked about this.”
She straightened, bringing their bodies flush, and looked up at him over her left shoulder. Cupping his face with her hand, she offered a wry grin and said, “Unless I missed something in health class, there’s no way to conceive this way.”
Unable to resist his mouth when it was so close to hers, she drew him down for a passionate kiss that stoked the embers until the flames of desire burned bright again.
“Please,” she managed around the kisses. “I don’t want anything between us.”
A deep sound rumbled in his chest and shimmied down her spine. “You’re killing me, you know that? Bend over.”