Page 70 of Set It Right
He shifted to his back, taking me with him, and I lay my head on his chest, over his rapidly thumping heart. He stroked along my spine, up and down, then lower, cupping my cheeks. He was rock solid under my belly, but he didn’t ask me to do anything about it.
I wanted to, though. He’d made me feel so good I needed him to have that too.
Bringing my knees up, I rocked against him once, twice. Cormac sucked in a breath and clutched my thighs, stilling me.
“No, Zara.” His jaw was tight as he looked up at me, his gaze imploring. “We can’t.”
“We can.” I cupped his cheek, rubbing his bottom lip with my thumb. “You won’t go inside. I just want to feel you and make you feel good. Let me?”
He stared up at me, his brow furrowed, then slowly exhaled. His grip on my thighs loosened, but his hands remained, like he didn’t quite trust me to keep my promise.
Fair.
I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside me.
I wouldn’t do it, but I was sorely tempted.
Instead, I kept rocking over him, aligning him in the center of my slick, swollen flesh. He’d made me so wet I was dripping. Our bodies met and slid easily, the head of his cock bumping against my sensitive clit.
“Fuck,” he whispered, his fingers digging into my thighs. “Zara, god, that feels so good.”
“Yeah,” I murmured against his lips. “So good. You’re going to make me come again, you know that? We keep doing this, there’s no way I won’t.”
“Let me see it.” One hand moved to my ass, his fingers delving along my crease and lower, finding my entrance. “Can I?”
I nodded, my forehead knocking lightly on his. “Fuck me.Please.”
Without a stutter in his rhythm, he thrust a long finger inside me, and I gasped, throwing my head back as I rode him harder.
“More?”
“More,” I panted.
He added another finger, hooking it to press my front wall, and my body shook like an earthquake. Out of control, I gave in and let him move me. He ground me down on his thick length, hitting my aching clit again and again. Cormac had control over my body, inside and out.
I couldn’t stop shaking. My limbs vibrated. My inner muscles twitched and clenched in time with the plunge of his fingers. His grunts in my ear as he rocked his hips and speared me with his fingers made me hotter, turning me on to a level I hadn’t known existed.
I grappled with his shoulders, his sides, his scruffy face, kissing his lips and jaw and neck, then licking his sweat-dampened skin. We moaned each other’s names, staring at one another in the dark. His jaw was tight, but his eyes were wild with wonder.
I leaned down to kiss his eyelids and whisper his name. His groan was a violent thing, a crash of thunder running through his body, shaking me. Hips pumping under mine, unleashing a torrent on my clit. I was falling, and he was rising, meeting me in a sharp upheaval. My body heaved and hollowed as I cried for him, and his gave me groans and violent jerks, coating my inner thighs and swollen lips with his pleasure until I was soaked through.
I fell, and he caught me, one arm wrapping around my back. His fingers lingered inside me for a long time until he carefully slid them out, leaving me achingly empty.
I lay on him until I caught my breath. He didn’t say a word or seem in any hurry for me to get off, so I relaxed, tucking my head beneath his chin, soaking up every second of having him like this.
My Mac.
Eventually, he rolled me onto the mattress and went into the bathroom, returning a minute later with a warm washcloth. Kneeling on the floor by the bed, he parted my legs and cleaned the mess he’d made off me, then placed one soft kiss on my cleft before disappearing back into the bathroom.
I thought maybe he’d leave, especially when he threw on his shirt and briefs, but he sat on the bed beside me, his long legsstretched out in front of him, fingers wrapping around a lock of my hair.
“I should probably get home,” he said after a while.
“Probably,” I agreed, in no hurry for him to leave.
“I want to take care of your tattoo before I go.”
That made me smile. “Of course you do.”
