“You smell amazing, I bet you taste even better,” he says looking up my torso into my eyes. His beard and his breath tickle my thighs, causing me to shiver. Then his tongue touches my clit and I cry out his name. Sensation like I’ve never known courses through my body.
“Calm down, lass. I’m just getting started.”
He goes back to licking my pussy gently before really going at it. I can feel my orgasm rising, but he doesn’t stop until he’s rung every ounce of cream out of me. Then he stands up and wipes his mouth with his thumb and stands there, staring at me like that for a few hot seconds before he kicks his shoes off. I watch as he slowly unbuttons his plaid shirt and tosses it away. He flicks the button on his jeans and lets them fall. His black boxer briefs go next. When I see his massive cock, I gulp. There’s no way that’s going to fit inside of me, but I am beyond willing to try. He grips himself, slowly jerking it while staring down at me.
“What are you waiting for?” I ask, running my fingers through my pussy, praying he hasn’t changed his mind. He grips my wrist and pulls my hand away, but not before sucking the juices off of his fingers.
“This is my pussy now, Breanna,” he says through gritted teeth. Who’s else would it be? I ask internally.
“Okay,” I whisper, reaching for him. He lowers himself and kisses me. I bury my hands into his thick hair.
“You a virgin, lass?” he asks. I nod. “Use your words.”
“Yes.” The look that crosses his face is almost…feral. It makes me shiver in excitement and anticipation. I am so gonna love this man, there isn’t a doubt in my mind about that.
“I’m taking you bare. The thought of your belly round with my kid has me almost coming now.” He wraps my legs around his waist.
“Yes. Yes. I want that,” I cry as he slams into me in a single, hard, amazing thrust. It hurts, but I want him more, so I move my hips instinctively. We are so close his abs rest on my clit while he waits.
“Wait, lass. I’m about to come and I don’t want this to be over before it begins,” he groans. “You’re so fucking tight.”
Smiling, I let him take his time. I feel so full, so content. Then, he moves, and I swear I see stars. He thrusts in and out of me, giving me so much pleasure I might die.
I start to come as soon as his fingers touch my clit, my legs squeezing his hips.
“Brenna,” he groans as he comes inside of me.
“Holy shit,” I moan as he lowers himself onto my chest. His still hard cock still inside of
me.
“I’m never letting you go, Brenna,” he says kissing my chest over and over.
“Good,” I whisper. The room is bright from when I turned the light on, but I wish it was dark in here. I never want to leave my bed and if I’m honest I never want him to leave either.
“What do you do?” he asks suddenly.
“I’m a bank teller downtown,” I answer. “Boston Savings and Loan. You?”
“I’m a lineman for Boston Energy,” he says. Logically, I know it’s a dangerous job, but it sounds so hot. I can imagine him up there saving the day, and it turns me on.
“That’s cool,” I say instead of telling my actual thoughts on the matter.
“Sleep lass,” he says, pulling out of me. I groan at the loss. I am so emotional right now, I want to cry, but I force myself not to. Instead, I watch him. Naked, he walks over to the light switch by the door and turns it off, leaving only a lamp on by the bed. He crawls back into bed and pulls me to him. I lay half on top of him as he pulls the comforter up over us before he reaches over and turns the light out, thrusting us into darkness. I sigh in contentment as he strokes my back in soothing circles until I start to drift off. I jerk awake. “What’s wrong?” he asks.
“Will you be here in the morning?”
“I’ll be with you every morning, Brenna.”
Why does that seem too good to be true?
Three
Seamus
I wake up in the middle of the night starving. The moon light is streaming through her window so I can see her perfectly. Brenna’s hair is wild spread out on the pillow behind her, the pillow she’s not using at all. She is wrapped tightly around me; I can’t stop staring at her. My stomach growls loudly, so I move away from her carefully, but I end up waking her anyway.
“You leaving?” she asks, sleepily.
“No, of course not, lass. Just hungry,” I say, leaning down to kiss her. Pulling my boxers on, I head over to the kitchen.