Page 55 of Ruck Me

“You know what I want,” I panted.

“I do,” he agreed, “but I want to hear you sayit.”

“Kiss me,” I begged.

He placed a wet, open-mouthed kiss on my stomach, traced around my belly button with his tongue. “Is that what you meant?” he asked playfully, his tongue darting out to lick another path along myskin.

“Lower.”

“Here?”he asked with another long stroke of his tongue over my heated flesh.

“Closer,” I said, my voice cracking.

“Maybe you mean here?” His middle finger dipped low to trace my wet seam. “Do you want me to lick this pretty pink pussy, Aoife?” My back bowed off the bed as his finger slipped through my folds to caress my clit, that secret spot no man had ever touched before.

“Oh God, yes!” I cried, my limbs shaking, my body strung tight.

By the time Eoin slid his long, thick finger inside of me, I thought I might die. My hips bucked against his hand as I chased my building orgasm, and just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, a second finger joined in, stretching me, making room for what was tocome.

“That’s it, baby,” Eoin encouraged with each pass into and out of my tight, virgin body. “Almost there,” he said, as he dipped his face forward and licked the broad side of his tongue over my clit, lapping at me like a kitten with bowl of cream.

All at once my whole world came apart and my limbs went taut as the most perfect, most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced crashed over me in wave after wave of exquisite pleasure. Eoin slipped his fingers from me and eased the strokes of his tongue until my body lay spent and boneless.

Eoin slid up the length of my body and lay against me, his eyes gazing down at me with adoration and … something I couldn’t name because I’d never seen that look before.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice full of concern.

I chuckled. “I’m better than okay. I’m fantastic.”

A shy smile tugged at his lips, while that look—the one that confounded me—stayed plastered on his face. “I’m glad.” His eyes flicked between mine for a couple of seconds and then he shook his head as if to chase away whatever it was he’d been thinking.

“What?”

He stared at my lips. “I want to kiss you so bad, but …” He rolled his bottom lip between his teeth and his tongue darted out to taste. “You taste like fucking heaven.”

“You can kissme.”.

“Some girls don’t likethat.”

“I’m not some girls,” I reminded him as I eased my hand around the nape of his neck and pulled him to me. Our lips met and I licked my way inside his mouth, tasting the salty musk of my orgasm on his tongue.

Eoin slowed our kiss and pulled me close, my back to his front. With his arm wrapped around my belly, he pushed aside my hair and left a trail of kisses along my spine. “It’s getting late,” he said, dragging the duvet over us. “You should get some sleep.”

I pushed back against him, the solid evidence of his unspent desire brushing up against my rear.“But what aboutyou?”

“I’ll befine.”

“Eoin,” I growled, rolling in his embrace so we were face to face. “I want to make you cometoo.”

“Maybe later,” he answered, dropping a kiss to my forehead. “Let’s rest for a bit first. I had a long day and I’m exhausted. If I’m going to fuck you, I want to be able to go all night …” His words trailed off as his breathing fell into a steady pattern, his chest rising and falling with the beginning of sleep.

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