Bottoms Up (Getting Lucky)

She moaned for me, and I moved my tongue along the seam of her lips, taking in her addictive flavor. I wanted Aoife naked, wanted tae see her flesh so red for me, wanted tae own every inch of her the way I knew she’d own every part of me. I could have kissed her for hours, and I did, for long moments, so long that I knew her lips would feel bruised in the morning.

I finally broke the suction of our lips, breathing hard, keeping her close, because the very idea of her moving away from me was abhorrent. I moved my mouth along her jawline tae her ear, and said gently yet deeply, “Ah, lass, I am so hard for ye my bullocks are damn nigh tae bursting.” She gasped. “Aoife, baby, I’m so fooking hard.”

Her eyes fluttered closed, and she let her head fall back on her neck. The innocent noise she made had my cock throbbing. The sound that spilled from her was one of need and desperation, one that was a plea for me tae ease her.

I curled my fingers tighter around her nape, her flesh warm and so soft. I dipped my mouth tae the pulse point beneath her ear, licking it lightly, feeling her heart beating so wildly.

I needed her so badly I could taste it, like this sweetness that coated my tongue. I was starved for her and hadn’t realized until this very moment.

Aoife needed tae be mine. Now.

Something in me snapped, and I found myself lifting her easily intae my arms, turning around, and striding for the small table in the dining room. I was frantic as I set Aoife down, not wanting tae take a step back, but knowing I needed my fucking clothes off. Hers more so.

We stared at each other for long moments, uncertainty in her eyes, but her pleasure far outweighing anything else.

“Once this is all said and done, there won’t be any doubt in yer mind who ye belong tae.” Fuck, I was saying crazy shite, but it felt so… right.

“God,” she moaned. “This feels so surreal.” She wet her lips and stared down at my chest. In a matter of seconds, I tore at the material until it was a pool by my feet. Her eyes dipped tae my pants, and with tense muscles, I went for my jeans, popping the button, pulling the zipper down, then getting rid of the fookers.

Compared tae me, Aoife was a wee thing, her head barely reaching my pecs, her features so delicate and feminine, yet her body was so curvy.

Her eyes were locked on the rod of flesh I revealed tae her, my cock never before being this hard. Hell, the damn thing felt like a third fucking leg hanging between my thighs for how big it was.

“Ah, my wee lass, ye look at me as if ye are far too innocent for the things I plan tae do.”

She made another small noise, and I found myself moving even closer tae her, close enough that she could touch me, so she could curl her hands around my biceps and dig her nails intae my flesh. I hissed, loving that pain, that stinging pleasure. It made me even more inflamed for her.

“Yes,” I hissed again, baring my teeth, because I felt so fooking primal for this female. “More, Aoife. Fook, give me more like I’m going tae give ye,” I said on a growl. She dug her nails in harder, and that sting of pain mixed with my desires until my cock throbbed, jerked between us. Could she feel the heat from me?

“I need ye naked for me, Aoife. I need tae see ye.” I breathed harder, felt my cock stiffen even further, and knew I couldn’t be slow and easy. She needs that though. She’s a virgin, untouched. Be gentle. Go slow. I gnashed my teeth together and tried tae control my lust.

And when I took a step back tae try tae gather my bearings, she must have thought I’d done so for her tae get undressed. Because that's what she started doing.

And the entire time, I was dumbstruck, frozen in place, my body swaying, shaking with the need tae go tae sink tae my knees so I could part her thighs and feast on her.

“Sweet mercy, lass.” I growled those words when she had her top and bra off. She got off the table and went for her pants, and my mouth dried as she pushed the denim down, then went for her panties. The world tilted, time slowing. God, this woman was exquisite.

Then we stood there, both of us naked, my focus locked on her bountiful breasts, the way I could see how hard her nipples were, the fact that she had a light sprinkling of freckles along the tops of her breasts, so light they almost looked like they shimmered, an illusion tae erotically torture me. The twin mounds were heavier on the bottom and peaked at the tips. Her waist was narrow, feminine, her hips flaring delicately. Her legs were long and shapely, her flesh seeming even paler in the low lighting.