Page 52 of Fighting for Irish
“You’re really…big.”
He chuckled and buried his face in her neck. “I’ll fit perfectly.”
“But—” She gasped as two fingers slid deep inside her. “How do you know?”
“Because you’re already wet again for me.” God help her, she didn’t think it possible, but she was. “Your body wants mine. It’ll open up for me, I promise.”
Kat dragged out a moan and rocked her hips as he added a wicked twist to his thrusting fingers. How much longer did he plan on teasing her? She’d had enough foreplay. She wanted the main event.
“Then prove it,” she said, the challenge clear.
He lifted his head and held her gaze. Bracing himself on one forearm, he used his other hand to pull her knee up close to his body. She felt the head of his erection slip into place. Then he flexed forward and breached her entrance one millimeter at a time.
The ripples flowing through her gained in strength the more he filled her, the more he stretched her. Never had she imagined she’d ever welcome an invasion of her body so completely.
Sweat broke out on his forehead, his jaw worked, and his nostrils flared with every breath. The effort it took him to hold himself back was impressive. She was as equally glad for his control as she was frustrated with it.
She felt his cock hit the back wall of her vagina and assumed that was as far as he could go. But then he adjusted the angle of her hips and slid in another inch, releasing a keening cry from her lips.
“Ah, fuck, that feels good,” he ground out. “Eyes on me, baby.”
Kat didn’t realize she’d raised them to stare sightlessly at the ceiling. She refocused on his beautiful, strong face.
“That’s my girl. Now stay with me. Nice and easy.”
He started to withdraw from her body. She wanted to weep. At the loss. At the intensity of the heat swirling in her belly. At the tenderness he offered with every move, every look. He’d been right. She fit perfectly around him, as though her body couldn’t bear not doing the impossible to welcome him, hold him.
Every stroke felt better than the last. Every push a new revelation of pleasure.
Seconds melted into minutes. Minutes stretched into eternity. An eternity of connecting with this man on levels she never knew existed, never imagined reaching even if they did exist.
Irish changed the pace. Still just as deliberate, but with an added urgency. Soft grunts came from the back of his throat with every thrust. Her breaths mixed with moans. Fingernails dug into the hard muscles of his back.
Kat’s vision started to blur. She was almost certainly suffering from sensory overload. No human could possibly take this immense amount of pleasure and survive. But he showed no signs of slowing, no signs of stopping. She was a goner. There was nothing for her to do but ride the wave and pray she washed up on land somewhat intact.
Having had two orgasms only minutes earlier, she recognized standing at the precipice of another. Only this time all she could do was look over the edge. Something held her back from achieving that explosion of perfect release and the serene fall back to earth. And the longer she stood at the edge, the more the line between pleasure and pain blurred.
“Goddamn, I’m close. I can’t hold back anymore, Kat. I need to feel you come around me.”
“I can’t,” she said. “It won’t work.”
“Hell, yes, it will.”
Reaching between them as he continued pumping inside her, he found her clit with the rough pad of his thumb and rubbed.
“Irish!” Her hips jerked hard as a current of vibrations blazed straight up her center.
“Aiden.”
“What?”
“My name is Aiden,” he growled as he pushed into her again. “Say it, Kat.”
Aiden Murphy O’Brien. He gave me his whole name.
And he wants to hear it from my lips.
Something new swelled inside her in the vicinity of her heart, but she’d have to process that later. Every available brain cell had been taken hostage for the myriad of sensations firing through every nerve, every cell in her body.
