Bottoms Up (Getting Lucky)

And between her legs…

Heaven help me.

Her intimate curls were trimmed, the color a little darker than the strawberry blonde locks on her head. I was transfixed at the visible slit, how I could see her wetness glistening.

I ran a hand over my mouth, my heart thundering, my cock throbbing. Damn, I was ready tae come right now. I needed her now.

And as if she read my mind, she whispered, “I’m so nervous, but I need this. I need you, Cillian.”

Before I knew what was happening, my control snapped. I had her on the bed, gently pushing her back so she was spread out, her breasts arched, her nipples growing tighter.

I smoothed my hand along her knees, down tae her calves, then gripped her ankles. I lifted her legs and placed her feet on the tabletop, her gasp of surprise fueling me on. “That’s it, lass,” I murmured as I stared at the perfection between her thighs, the little, wet cleft displayed for my viewing pleasure.

Sweet virgin flesh. All mine.

“God,” she said softly, her words sweet and hitting me right in the gut, “is this how it always feels?” I had a feeling she was talking tae herself.

“Lass, this is special between just us.” I’ve never felt such raw desire for someone, never wanted… more.

I dragged one hand over her inner thighs, barely skimming the soft flesh of her pussy lips, wanting tae touch her fully, but also wanting the erotic torment between us tae be prolonged. I ran both hands over her hips, up her belly, and over her ribcage tae cup her breasts. I tweaked both of her hard peaks between my fingers, my mouth parting, her gasp filtering between us. My hips seemed tae have a mind of their own, thrusting forward, my cock grinding against her sweet cunt.

I growled and leaned forward again, my hands still on her breasts, my fingers tweaking the tips. I placed my mouth on her neck again, loving the slender arch, needing tae have my tongue on her, my teeth marking her. I groaned again and sucked on her neck, her back arching even more, her breasts being pressed intae my seeking palms.

“Aoife,” I grated out. “Ye feel so good. Ye smell so good.” I groaned. “I bet ye taste just as good.” I dragged my tongue up the slender column of her throat, thrusting my cock against her wet pussy, my length sliding through her parted folds and driving me up the fooking wall.

I need tae be inside her.

I forced myself tae take a step back and looked down at my Aoife.

My Aoife?

Yeah, she is fooking mine!

“Tell me ye want me, Aoife,” I demanded.

She looked at me with wide eyes. “I need you, Cillian.”

I growled in approval of her submission.

I was back tae taking both of her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and tweaking them, pulling them out slightly so the pain I knew she felt was right there at the surface and spearing down tae her sweet little virgin pussy.

I couldn’t handle it anymore. I needed tae taste her flesh again and again. For hours. All night.

And I didn't deny myself. I leaned down, sucking her nipple, her flavor sweet, her skin smooth. I suckled her lovingly. The head of my cock throbbed, and I felt pre-cum dot the tip. Over and over again, dripping ontae the floor, smearing against my flesh on the way down.

I let go of her nipple with an audible pop, straightened, and grabbed my cock, stroking the thick, hot, and hard length in my palm. “I hope you’re ready, Aoife, because I canna stop once I’ve started.” I looked in her eyes and made sure she fully understood me. “I’ll try tae be as gentle as possible for as long as I can.”

I saw the way her throat worked as she swallowed, could practically scent her nervousness. But she wanted this too damn badly. Her pupils were blown, her body primed for me.

“My sweet girl, are ye ready?” I asked again, nearly breathless with anticipation.

“Yes. God, Cillian. Yes, I’m so ready for you.”

My heart thundered as I stared down at the pink, soft, wet flesh of her pussy. Her little slit had my mouth watering and my cock throbbing, jerking. The crown was soaked with pre-cum. I wanted it covering her pussy like a brand, a mark on her flesh to prove she was mine.

I started stroking myself again from root tae tip, no doubt looking like a fooking filthy bastard for all the dirty things I wanted tae do tae her. “I canna help myself with ye, Aoife.” She moaned and arched her back, and I dinna stop myself from leaning forward and running my cockhead along her slit, smearing pre-cum on her folds, making her slick with it.

She gasped when I ran the crown of my shaft along her clit. “Cillian. You’re burning me alive.”