Page 61 of The Irish Redemption

Evelyn whimpers behind her hands, and her abdomen concaves slightly as she pants. Suddenly, her thighs tense as if she’s trying to close her legs but she’s not strong enough to break my hold.

“Lower your hands, Evie.”

The blush on her body deepens and a burst of slick drips down from her pussy lips. She is turned on from this, and I haven’t even done anything yet. She doesn’t lower her hands, though, instead trying to shift on the blanket and roll over.

“Evie.” I lower my voice and deepen my tone. “Lower your hands. Let me see your face.”

There’s a moment of silence with only the birdsong and lapping water at the lake for company. Then Evie lowers her hands to show her deep red blush.

“Good girl.”

“Oh, God,” Evie whines and she instantly hides her face. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what? Do you not like it?”

“No, it’s… I do. I don’t know why, though.”

“Evie. Hands.”

She obeys again and drops them from her face.

“Not everything that makes us tick needs an explanation,” I say softly, holding her gaze. “Sometimes, something clicks and it just… is.”

“I’ve never had someone do this before,” she whispers. “Just… look at me, I mean.”

“Then they missed out on a work of art,” I say. If she rolls her eyes, I miss it because I’ve left her waiting and wanting long enough. Leaning down, I release my grip on her thighs so I can settle between them and bury my face in her gorgeous pussy. The first contact of my tongue against her core makes her moan loudly and her thighs close quickly around my head. Her fingers bury in my hair, and I lose myself in my favorite activity, eating her out.

From her clit to her entrance, no inch of her goes untouched. I lick and suck for all I’m worth, scarcely coming up for air because she is my lifeline. Every slick fold of skin is lavished in love. I write my desire for her in patterns across her clit and then thrust my tongue deep inside her to taste her most intimate corners. Her moans and gasps are music to my ears. I give her free rein, letting her writhe and twist above me while I chase her toward her orgasm, and when she comes with a scream, pride swells in my chest.

But I’m not finished.

While she’s still in the throes of her orgasm, twitching and gasping through the wave of pleasure, I take the toy and slick it with saliva and her juices. Then I slide the stimulating mouth over her clit and turn the toy on as I pin her left thigh with one hand and her right with a gentle press of my knee.

Evie screams, her eyes flying wide open, and she reaches for me but can’t quite make contact.

“Holy fucking shit!” Arching off the blanket, her body makes a beautiful bow shape as she twists and writhes against the sudden rapid onslaught of pleasure. Her stiff nipples could cut glass from how they stand out, and I can’t resist leaning down to take one in my mouth and bite.

“Cormac!” She moans my name like a prayer while her hips jolt and rock, trying to escape the toy, but I make sure it doesn’t move. Through pure clitoral stimulation, I get the privilege of watching her build up and then explode from a second rapid orgasm. The full-body blush seems to ripple over her skin like crimson waves, and she comes so hard that her eyes roll back and her body is rigid for the better part of fifteen seconds.

By the time she comes down, she’s panting harshly, and I ease the toy away. Then I lean down and drag my tongue over her swollen clit. She whimpers and moans, then sighs blissfully.

“Wow,” Evie murmurs. As I set the toy aside, I kiss my way lazily back up her body but pause at the scar. It’s so fresh that one wrong touch and it could re-open, and such a sudden thought makes my chest ache.

“I promise,” I say, kissing her ribs. “Nothing else will hurt you, understand?”

Evie cups my face as I slide up her body, and she kisses me breathlessly. “I believe you.”

“I swear it.”

“But you…” She wets her lips, and her eyes dart back and forth between mine. “Do you see a future here?” Her voice is wispy. “Or is this just a bit of fun for you?”

I kiss her deeply, sliding my tongue into her mouth and consuming her until the need for air forces us apart. “I don’t have fun,” I say simply. “Look at what you’ve witnessed with me. Have I ever half-assed anything? When I commit, I commit.”

She smiles so widely that her cheeks dimple, and she moans softly, closing her eyes. I move to rest next to her, cuddling her close, and when she opens her eyes again, I see a cheeky twinkle in them.

“You brought other toys, right?”

“Mmhmm.”

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