Page 76 of Fall for Me

Then Seamus pulled his hand away.

“No,” I said, whimpering with displeasure.

“I have to do this right.” His voice was low, and even that sent pleasure rippling through me.

Seamus strode to his couch and pulled off the sheepskin rug hanging over the side, dropping it on the ground next to us. I bit back a moan. He’d take me right there, right now.

“Take your pants off,” he said.

I was powerless to do anything but exactly what he asked. While he watched, I licked my lips at the thickness at his crotch, his pants straining so hard I swore the seams would burst. I hooked my thumbs into the top of my undone jeans and slid them down, twisting so he could see them slide over my ass.

“Fuck, Chelsea. You’re so fucking hot.” But when they were only halfway down my thighs, he kneeled, placing his hands over mine to stop me. This time, instead of leaning against my stomach like he had outside, he pulled the gusset of my panties aside and drew his tongue right up my center, fast and dirty, making me cry out.

He grunted with apparent pleasure. “What were you thinking when you sent me that picture of your tits?” he asked me. “What did you think it would do to me?”

He drew my panties down now, but didn’t touch me, just bunched them in his hands against my thighs. Demanding me to answer without a word.

“I wanted you to see me,” I breathed. “I wanted you to want me.”

He ran a thumb over my wet slit, making me shudder.

“Were you thinking about what you wanted me to do to you?”

I wanted to open my legs, but they were constrained by my jeans. He did this on purpose. Heat cut through me. He wanted to be in charge.

I wanted to play with him, to use what little control I still had. “When you texted me back, I touched myself.”

He grunted.

“I wanted to fuck you, Seamus.”

He closed his eyes as if trying for control.

When he opened his eyes again, he grabbed my ass with one hand and spread my lips with the fingers of his other so my clit was exposed.

I had no control here. He’d only made me think I did.

And I loved it. I grasped his hair, breathing hard as he drew the point of his tongue against my swollen clit.

I cried out, straining my legs against my jeans. “I need to get out of these,” I said. “Please.”

“Not yet,” he said. Then he turned me around and spread his hand against my back, gently bending me over so my hands pressed against the heavy wood coffee table. With my ass in the air, he buried his face between my legs, thrusting his tongue into me.

“Oh God, Seamus.” I still couldn’t open my legs wide enough for him. It was torture, but it felt so good all I could do was moan, backing my ass up against his face. He fucked me with his tongue for a moment, in and out in quick strokes, until I felt myself close to coming.

“I’ve never… I can’t…” I was trying to tell him I couldn’t come without my clit being touched, but now I wasn’t sure if that was true.

He didn’t give me time to find out, because he pulled his face away. “I need to see all of you.”

He stood and pulled me up, then slid my jeans down so I could step out of them.

Now I was naked from the waist down, him fully clothed, and I was suddenly self-conscious. “You take off your clothes too,” I said.

“Half for half.” Seamus’s mouth curled in that little smile. He reached up to grab the back of his t-shirt, tugging it upward.

Good lord, he was gorgeous. As he curved his back to remove his shirt, I took in the tight, ridged edges of his abs and the thick bulk of his chest. He pulled the shirt over his head, leaving his thick hair rumpled and his torso bare. He looked so fucking delectable I wanted to lay him down on the sheepskin and taste every part of him; particularly the trail of hair going down from his belly button and disappearing into his pants.

He saw me looking, and I saw the push of his cock against his zipper once more. I reached for his belt, but before I could get to it he’d grasped my shirt, gently tugging me forward for another kiss. Then, before I knew what was happening, he’d lifted and then lowered me so I was on my back on the rug, the tickle of wool soft under my bare skin.

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