Page 53 of Irish Fury
Mags’ mouth dried at the feel of him against her entrance. “It might not fit,” she gulped. Some women might have been embarrassed speaking their fears aloud, but when you’d known a person as long as she’d known Jonathan, honesty was comfortable. Plus, it was abigfear.
He huffed in amusement, which seemed to relax his stiff shoulders. “It will. I’ve imagined all the ways that I will fit into you perfectly. Okay, here we go,” he grunted as he started to feed his engorged sex into her body inch by inch.
And then words failed them both. It was pure sensation, agony, and ecstasy. Her back bowed, his hips thrust, slow at first and then when he felt her body give, faster and faster until the headboard rapped against the wall sounding like a symphony of steel drums.
Jonathan reared up and watched himself moving in her, transfixed. “So, beautiful. So perfect. Christ, Mags, you’restrangling me,” he growled before placing his palm above their connection and pressing until her sensitive flesh screamed for release.
“Don’t stop, Jon. Oh God, I’m going to come! Don’t stop!” she begged.
The minute her release slammed through her core, Jonathan’s hoarse, “Fuck,” preceded his release.
“Never felt anything like that,” he mumbled against her neck, where his head had dropped.
He reached a hand under her back, and as he slowly lay on his side, he moved her to lie against his chest, his penis, still semi-hard, still inside her.
“We’ll make a mess this way unless you let me up to use the restroom.”
“I want the mess,” he stated, giving her ass a slap for good measure. “Besides, I’m far from done with you.”
Mags smiled against his chest, so much for slow. She had no regrets.
“How do you feel now that we’ve,” she faltered, not sure how to describe the encounter, “known each other in the Biblical sense.” She had to place a hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle, enjoying Jonathan’s look of astonishment.
“Biblical sense, huh? I didn’t feel very holy, Mags, I can assure you. That was fucking plain and simple. Only it was fucking a woman who I never plan on letting go.”
Her heart thumped hard at that. Some women might not consider his words romantic, but between two people who’d grown up together and knowing that he’d never had nor wanted a serious relationship before, they were pure poetry to her.
She felt her face burn when she recalled how loud their headboard had been. Speaking into Jonathan's shoulder, she moaned, “The headboard. Oh God, do you think everyone heard?”
His shoulders were shaking before she finished asking. “Definitely,” he choked out, clearly enjoying her mortification.
“Jackass,” she cursed him, lightly slapping his chest. “You’re such an old-fashioned chest beater. I bet you loved Eze knowing exactly what we were up to.”
“You did mention kissing him.”
Her mouth dropped open in amazement at how men’s brains worked. “That’s your reasoning?”
He shrugged. “Yes.”
Men are simple creatures.
“Can I ask you something?” he asked while idly tracing figure eights over her back.
“Of course.” She felt him tense beneath her cheek and tensed in response.
In response, he flattened his hand on her back and pulled her tighter against his body. “Well, umm. Okay, this is dumb,” he admitted, running his free hand over his face. “Forget it.”
“It’s not dumb, if it bothers you. What?”
“I’m ashamed to admit this. Christ,” he cursed, giving his head a shake. “Fine. I held out hope that you had never been with a guy since we kissed.”
That got her attention. She sat up and propped her head on her hand so that she could get a better look at his face. “Let me get this straight. You practically majored in being a manwhore, and you expected me to remain untouched?”
“I’ve told you that I’m a selfish idiot where you’re concerned. I’m sorry. I knew I shouldn’t have said anything.”
She sat up and crossed her legs, pulling the sheet over her lap. “Would you like to swap stories about our previous partners? Because I can assure you that I’m not interested in hearing about yours, and mine only consists of one man.”
“One?” he asked, so hopeful that Mags hated to crush his almost-a-virgin picture he was creating of her.
