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Warm hands grip my waist, and then Mike is pressing his big hard body against mine. His hands glide up my stomach as he rests them right under my breasts and grinds his hard cock against my ass.
He lowers his head next to mine and I can feel his breath tickle my ear. “Can I truly make ya mine, love?”
I nod my head in agreement as I push my ass against him, creating more friction.
“Do you know what I’m asking ya?”
He pulls my panties out of my mouth, and I inhale deeply as I turn my head to look at him. “I want you to fuck me bare.”
CHAPTER 21
MIKE
There is nothing more beautiful than the sight of this woman stripped completely naked before me. Her body is spectacular. I know she gets in her head about it, but she’s been withholding more than just her body with me since I met her, and I’m thrilled that she’s bared all for me tonight.
“I’ve been tested, and I’m clear,” I say as I rest my hands on her hips.
“My last test was clear, and I haven’t been with anyone since the boys were born.”
“Birth control?” I ask, more for her sake than mine. I’d put a baby in her right now if she’d let me. But I know she may not be ready for that.
“I have that covered,” she says softly, refusing to make eye contact with me as she turns back toward the headboard.
The last thing I want is for her to get lost in her thoughts again and pull away. I’m desperate to keep her with me, in this moment. “I want you to ride me so I can watch you stretch around my cock as your perfect cunt swallows my piercings.”
She hesitates for a second, turning to look at me over her shoulder again. “I–I’ve never done that before.”
Jesus feckin’ Christ. I’m filled with rage and excitement ather words. What kind of feckin’ eejits has she been with that have denied her this right? But fuck, am I thrilled to be the first person that she gets to experience the pleasure of riding a man and have full control over him.
“I’ll let you ride any part of me you want. My face, my cock, you name it.” I wrap my arms tighter around her as I delight in the warmth of her body against mine. She feels perfect against me, every plush curve.
“Do you feel that, a chroí?” I thrust my cock against her plump arse, and she gasps in response. “Do you feel how much I want you? There is nothing you could ever do to change that, but I want you to be comfortable.”
She leans her head back against my shoulder, the move pushing her tits out. They’re round and lush, and I want to bury myself in them. I glide my hands up her sides and cup her breasts, then tease one of her nipples. Her body melts into mine and my pulse steadies.
“Fuck. No one has touched me there in years.”
I let her words sink in, the gravity of them tethering me to her. She hasn’t felt comfortable sharing this part of herself with anyone since the boys were born, except me, and I feel honored by that admission. I’m grateful for every piece of herself that she’s shared with me.
“Tá tú foirfe.” I kiss a path up her neck, hovering close to her ear. “So fucking perfect.”
She shifts on the bed, turning so we’re both on our knees facing each other. When she nods, I don’t need her to even say the words. I seal my lips over hers as we devour each other, hands groping, teeth nipping, as if neither of us can get enough. I willneverget enough of this woman.
Something has shifted between us, like some unbearable weight she’d been carrying on her shoulders has lifted and she can finally breathe, finally take what she wants. And I’m thankful as fuck that what she wants is me.
I break the kiss, unable to contain how I feel any longer. “Tá mé i ngrá leat. Tá an t-ádh dearg orm go bhfuil tú agam.”
“I love you too.”
My heart leaps out of my chest as my head tilts and I examine her face. “How?—?”
“The first couple of times you spoke to me in Irish, I got curious. But I could never remember what you’d said by the time I went to look it up. So I looked up how to say ‘I love you.’ I figured I could at least recognize it if you ever said it. I don’t know what that last part was, though.”
I cup her face in my hands. “I am so lucky to have you.” I kiss her between each word. “I love you, Lucky. Every feckin’ inch of ya.”
“I know.” She smirks, and it fills me with joy.
“Say it again,” I tease, tickling her side.
