Page 66 of Sugar Coated Lies
The moment the word is out, Daire is on me again. His lips crash into mine, his tongue seeking entrance. I open for him and revel in the feel of his hard length pressing against me. Daire wants me, like I’d hoped.
His tongue meets mine with an explosion of flavors—mostly sweet and spicy bourbon—as he devours me with a sensual kiss. I feel it everywhere, my body sparking to life with carnal passion that I also welcome.
The way he kisses me shows how practiced he is, the swirl of his tongue an artful dance that leaves me desperate for more.
I slide my hands under his shirt and scrape my nails across his sculpted torso, ropes of thick abs contracting under my touch.
Daire rips off his shirt, stunning me with his beautiful body. I want to feel every inch of him. I pull him close and kiss his neck, moving lower, my hands all over him.
“You’re magnificent,” I gush in awe.
He groans in pleasure and catches my wrists, bringing my hands to his mouth for a kiss. “As much as I love these on me. This is about you.”
He moves my hands behind my back and holds them there as he kisses me with deep and sensual thrusts of his tongue. I’m in heaven. Desire pools between my legs, making me needy for a release he can give me.
“Daire,” I murmur. “Please.”
He releases my wrists, cups my face, delving his tongue deeper, and then I’m swept off the counter and into his arms.
I wrap my legs around his waist, securing myself to him, my arms around his neck, as he carries me easily into another room. Other than the city lights coming through the windows, the space is dark.
He lowers me onto a soft bed and covers me with his big body. I love it, love the feel of his weight, the hardness of his muscles, the slow thrusts of his hips and erection between my legs, the intoxication of his kiss.
“More, Daire,” I whisper, urging him to strip me and take me.
His head lifts, silver light bathing him. “I don’t want you to regret this,” he murmurs even as he kisses me like he can’t resist.
“I won’t. I don’t.” I cup his cheeks and pull him to my lips before sliding my hands down his smooth skin to the waist of his pants.
He slips away, dropping to his knees on the floor at the foot of the bed, and catches my wrists again. He plants kisses on my palms, then tugs me to a sitting position. When he releases me, I take the moment into my own hands and remove my shirt, hoping to push through this hesitation he has about taking this all the way.
I toss the polo onto the floor.
He stares, awestruck, and wipes his mouth. “You are beautiful, Everleigh. So beautiful.”
While he’s enraptured, I unhook my bra and treat him to the rest, tossing it to the floor with the shirt.
His wild eyes take me in, and he presses his hand over the bulge in his pants.
I take that hand and move it to my breast. “Don’t be afraid.”
He exhales and curses. “I’ve been dreaming about this for so long. I just—”
“Shh.” I take his other hand and place it on my neglected breast, then I work his hands in circles, massaging me. “This is what I want.”
He takes over, moving his palms over my tightening nipples, the sensations dragging me off to a beautiful, sensual place. I moan, and Daire lowers his head, kissing the sensitive bud and then taking it into his mouth.
“Oh God.” I fall back on the bed, and he blessedly follows, continuing to tease my nipple in the best way.
He pinches the other, sensations bursting through me, and then switches breasts. I writhe beneath him and rub my core against his hard erection, feeling nothing but desire and pleasure.
“Take my jeans off,” I gasp. “Take your pants off, too.”
He obeys, kissing my mouth as he undoes my jeans and slides them off, removing my underwear with them. He stops to take me in for a moment. “So fucking beautiful.” He rubs his chest and then kisses my knee, his lips trailing up my thighs to my core.
At the first lick between my legs, I’m twitching, panting, begging.
It feels so good, being lost, and having him all over me. I writhe as he uses his lips, tongue, and fingers to work me into a frenzy.
