Bottoms Up (Getting Lucky)

He took my mouth again in a scorching act of making love, his tongue thrusting in and out between my lips, his possession so startling that I felt branded by him, his mark seared on my skin permanently.

“Sweet Aoife,” he groaned. “We should stop, because I’m getting tae the point of no return here.”

God, him saying that was so sexy.

“Touch me,” the words were a broken plea from my parted lips.

“Aoife,” he grated out huskily. “If I keep going, it’ll be hard as fook tae stop. I’m already damn near ready tae come.”

I mewled in response to his heated words. It struck me then what I wanted—needed like a lifeline. I gently pushed him back until we were looking into each other's eyes. He was huffing in and out as if he ran a long distance and had just stopped. His lips were red and swollen from our kissing, his pupils big from his arousal. I could still feel that he was probing my belly, and my pussy muscles clenched in response, as if my body was telling me to surrender fully.

Am I really going to say what’s on the tip of my tongue?

He looked into my eyes, then down to my lips.

“Yer the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he said low, pressing his cock against me again, showing me that his body was just as ready as mine was.

Yes, yes! I’m going to say it, feel it, experience it.

“I want you,” I moaned. “God, I want you like I've never wanted anything else.”

We stared at each other for long moments, and when this very primal expression crossed his face, I knew it was game over for him as well.

“Let's go back to my place. Or yours. I just want to explore… this with you, Cillian.” The deep and low sound that came from him was reminiscent of a wild animal. He took a step closer, and I knew I should have thought about this more. We really didn’t know each other that well, and this might’ve been rushing things. But the very sight and scent of him drugged me too much to care about anything else aside from one thing.

Take me, Cillian. Take me and make me forget my own damn name.

6

Cillian

I felt like an animal, a fooking crazed beast, because this woman brought out every single primal instinct in me. Reining in my desire so I dinna pounce on her in the garden had really tested my self-control. I wanted tae drag her under me and thrust between her thighs, and stopping myself from doing just that at the castle was damn near impossible.

But I was proud as fook for having a minute amount of control tae not do those things on instinct.

“I want you,” she said low, full of need.

I can ease her need. I can ease mine. Go tae her. Make her feel so good she will never think of leaving.

I made a low, animal-like sound after she said those words, and the way she parted her lips, the act verra much involuntary because she was just as lost in this moment as I was, had me taking a step closer tae her.

The need tae bring her in close, wrap my arms around her, and kiss the ever-loving fook out of her rode me so hard I was panting.

“The things I want tae do tae you, Aoife.”

A little gust of air left her parted lips, and she whispered, “Like what?”

I took another step closer, and another. We were only inches apart now, the feel of her body, the smell of her sweetness, scrambled my brain. Maybe I should have filtered, censored my words, but no. I wanted her tae know exactly what was on my mind.

“Ye really want tae know, darlin’?”

She licked her lips and nodded, and I let my eyes move down tae see the hard points of her nipples stabbing through her shirt. I slowly, so fooking slowly, lifted them back to her face, knowing she’d been watching me shamelessly check her out.

“Ye really want tae know what filthy things are running around in my head at this moment?”

Again, she nodded, and I was pretty sure she stifled a moan.

“Tell me,” she croaked, and I all but grinned at how lusty this lass was. “I want tae shove ye pants down, pull yer panties aside, and slide my cock deep into yer little body.” I took a half-step closer. “I want tae feel you quake for me, yer whole body shuddering because yer losing control. Just like me.” I was breathing harder, unable tae even control that part. “I bet yer all hot and wet for me right now, aren't ya?”

She nodded, not hesitating, not denying it. I didn’t hold in my groan at that fact. She was ready, primed, so willing that I wanted nothing more than tae drop tae my knees, lift one of her legs, and place it over my shoulder. I wanted tae just inhale the sweet scent of her honey. I wanted tae lap at her cream, so thirsty for it that my cock was throbbing, my bullocks drawn up, so full of seed that all I could think about was pumping her full of it.