Page 48 of Ciaran

She loosens my belt, unfastens the top button on my jeans, and inches down my zipper. Time seems to pass in slow motion, and I waver slightly on my feet, keeping my gaze fixed on her as she peels my jeans down my legs. She unties my sneakers, and I kick them off, allowing her to remove my jeans.

I gather her hair into a ponytail and tug downward, bringing her face close to mine before I devour her, kissing her mouth, her cheeks, her neck, and the cute bump on her shoulder. I’m possessed, lost in a hunger denied to me for far too long.

She gasps, then groans. Fuck, if she’s going to make sounds like that, I’m done for.

I lean into her, slowly walking her back to the bed, watching for any signs she’s uncomfortable or having second thoughts. There are none, but that doesn’t mean there won’t be. Millie has been through a lot, and if I’m only the second guy she’s slept with, she could get cold feet any second. However much I want her, I can’t allow myself to get lost in the moment and miss her cues.

I guide her onto the bed, the sexy flush to her cheeks and her hooded gaze almost making me come without my cock getting anywhere near her. I didn’t think I could get any harder. Turns out I was wrong.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I say, softening my words with a smile. Millie is skittish, and I never know how she’ll take a comment, a glance, or a touch.

The answering curve to her lips releases the momentary tension bunching my shoulders. “Like what?” She bats her eyes at me.

I chuckle. “You know.” I move over her, and she automatically parts her legs, allowing me to settle between them. “Not nearly as innocent as you make out, Ms. Frayser.”

She bats her eyelids again. “I’m not sure what you’re trying to insinuate, Mr. O’Reilly.”

As much as I’m loving the banter between us—I sense the lighthearted exchange has calmed her somewhat—when she stops grinning, grazes her teeth over her bottom lip, and slides her gaze down my body, my instincts take over.

I peel down her bra straps, freeing her breasts from the padded cups. When I flick my tongue over one nipple, it peaks under my attention, and I suck it into my mouth, kneading her other breast with my hand.

“Oh, God,” Millie breathes, her back bowing off the bed as she arches into me.

I pepper kisses down her body, stopping to dip my tongue inside her navel. She giggles and twists her body.

“That tickles.”

I slip a hand inside her panties and circle my middle finger around her clit. “Does that tickle?”

She gasps, her back bowing. “No.”

“Good.” I close my mouth over hers once more and slip two fingers inside her, curving them until I find what I’m looking for.

She makes a sound of pleasure deep in her throat, but I swallow her moans as I gently caress her. She dips her hand inside my underwear and wraps it around me, gripping me hard. I swear my cock gets thicker, longer, heavier. I’m gonna burst if she carries on stroking me like that, but if she stops…

“Don’t stop,” I mumble into her neck. “Not yet. Not until I tell you.”

She doesn’t answer vocally, but her grip tightens. Oh shit. So good. So goddamn good.

My mouth crashes against hers, our tongues tangling in a desperate, furious, passionate meeting of bodies. My need for her, heightened over so many years, spills over. I thumb her clit and massage her front wall. Her response is to pump my cock harder, faster.

“Stop.” I shift my hips, slipping from her grip. “I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.”

“I could say the same,” she pants, reaching for me again, her hips rising off the bed. “Ohhh…God.”

Her muscles clench around my fingers, contracting as she climaxes. Her eyes close, and a look of sheer bliss, of absolute pleasure, sweeps across her face. Transfixed, I stare at her. She’s never looked more beautiful… more fascinating.

More mine.

Her eyelids flutter, and she breathes out a contented sigh. When she opens them properly, two pools of melted chocolate gaze back at me. She holds out her arms. “Can I have you inside me now, please? I need you.”

No need to ask twice.

I slip off my boxers, and slide her panties down her legs, although I leave the bra on. I like the way the satin cups frame her creamy-white breasts. I lean over the side of the bed and grab my jeans, whipping out the strip of condoms from my back pocket so I can tear one off, rip the foil open, and put it on. Next time, though, she’s putting it on me.

I try to keep my eyes open, because I want to watch her, but as I slide inside with a single push, they close. She’s so soft, so warm, so wet. I thrust my hips, and the world outside this room ceases to exist. There’s no one else, just her and me, and this mind-blowing, obliterating sensation as I drive into her over and over.

And then I’m coming, drowning in feelings of such unbearable pleasure, the likes of which I’ve never felt before. So different. So addictive. She’s ruined me. It’s over for me now. There’s only her, or there’s no one.

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