Page 84 of Set It Right
“Anything you do feels good,” he answered tightly.
I licked a line up his length. “You don’t want to go deeper—don’t want to hold on to my hair and fuck my mouth a little?”
His eyes slammed shut. “You can’t say that.”
My heart dropped. Had I read him wrong? “You don’t want me talking that way?”
He shook his head. “You don’t stop, I’m going to come so fast. Seeing you is enough. Hearing you like that…it’s too damn much. I’m not strong enough to take it.”
Breathing a laugh, I rubbed my lips against his head. “We won’t talk about it then. Just know, I want you to move with me. No holding back.”
Then I took him deep in one smooth slide. His entire body shuddered beneath me as he leaked and pulsed on my tongue, each drag of my mouth making him groan like he was dying. It didn’t take long for his fingers to work through my hair as his hips began to move with me. He didn’t get rough. He wasn’t demanding. He was right there with me, both of us taking and giving.
I didn’t want to stop. I could have kept going all night, hearing his helpless moans, feeling him deep in my throat, knowing how much he was loving it. I pressed my thighs together, trying to relieve some of the ache, but it was no use. I was heavy and wet and half mad, but Cormac’s deep thrusts pulled me away from thoughts of my own body to give everything to him.
“That’s so good,” he panted. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come.”
I had no intention of stopping.
I slid my hand under his cock to cup his balls, rolling them in my palm, then dragged a finger along the sensitive skin beneath. He jerked hard, hitting the end of my throat. I sputtered and coughed, but I didn’t let him go.
“Oh god, oh god, I’m sorry,” he cried, pushing into my mouth. “I’m gonna come, sweetheart. I’m gonna—”
I took him deep, my pulse kicking as he stilled on my tongue. The salty taste of his release flooded my mouth; I swallowed again and again. Stretching my arm along his torso, I lay my palm over his hammering heart. His hand fell over mine, clutching it tight as his orgasm went on and on.
Finally, he went slack, and I crawled over him, pressing my tingling lips to his. He cupped my head, prying my mouth open with his tongue to sweep it inside, and kissed me without mercy, long and wet and thorough as could be.
Without warning, he reversed our positions. His fingers between my legs, his mouth on my breasts, he opened wide, taking as much as he could. He sucked me deep, rolling his tongue over my pebbled nipple as he pressed on my clit, his fingers circling it tightly.
I clutched his head to my chest and rocked with his hand, so close to the edge it was painful. He moved to my other breast, sucking my nipple as far as it would go, and I moaned. My pleasure was his.
“Cormac,” I cried, my spine bowing. “Please.”
“I’ve got you.” His hot breath hit my throat. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. Let go.”
The vibration of his deep croon running through my body did it. Heat flooded my belly, bursting through like a tidal wave, and Iflew. Writhing. Shaking. I came on his hand, his body the only thing holding mine down, and clawed at his shoulders, pulling him on top of me, my mouth searching out his.
Connected, our kiss was messy and fierce. Tongues and teeth and puffy lips melding with frantic need.
I opened my legs for him. “Inside.”
He shook his head. “Not without a condom.”
I flung my arm toward my nightstand. “In there. I got them for us.”
He yanked the drawer open, ripped open the box, and snagged a foil packet. Then I had to let him go so he could pull back and roll the condom down his length.
He was back in no time, pressing his tip against my opening. “Ready for me?”
I lifted my legs, giving him room. “So ready. I want you, Cormac. Please give me you.”
“You’ve got me.” He pushed inside, and he did not stop until I was so full I couldn’t breathe. “You’ve got all of me, sweetheart.”
I brought my hands to his face, cupping his jaw. He went still inside me, my inner walls stretching and fluttering around him. Having him there, deeply connected with my body, was surreal and beautiful and exactly right.
“You feel so good,” I rushed out. “So, so good.”
His forehead dropped to mine as he exhaled. “There are no words.”
