12. Cian
Cian
S he opens her mouth wide, taking the head of my dick into her warm wetness.
Her tongue flicks the underside, then swirls around the ridge.
I groan at her tentative exploration, and her courage at trying to suck me into her mouth.
There’s no way in hell she’ll get me all the way in there. Does she realize that?
“Have you ever done this before?” I ask her on a grunt, threading my fingers through her hair.
She pulls away to answer. “Of course not.”
“Your mouth isn’t like your pussy, broc meala, you won’t be able to take me all the way in.
Not without cutting off your air supply.
Even then, I’d have to be halfway down your throat and you’re no sword swallower.
” The thought has my cock twitching, but I don’t want to hurt her, or make her feel like she has to do this.
Challenge flashes in her gorgeous grey eyes. “Will you shut up and let me beg for my life, Irlandese ?”
“What does that mean?”
“Irishman.” She huffs. “Now shut up.”
I smirk. “Anything for you.” I moan as she sucks my throbbing cock past her lips, both of her hands stroke my shaft. She works me in, inch by inch. In and out, in and out, a little more each time. It’s fucking excruciating, and a marvel to watch my cock disappear between her lips.
I fist her hair with one hand, my other cups her throat as she swallows me down. My wife sputters and coughs a couple of times, but her resolve never wavers. She relaxes her muscles and tries again, and again, until she’s fucking deep-throating me and I’m dangerously close to coming.
Her nose touches my pubic hair, her palms splayed on my thighs. Triumph heats her stunning eyes when she slowly pulls away, releasing me with a pop .
“Please, sir, I’ll do anything. Please spare my life.” Her eyelashes flutter and she sucks my cock down again. All in one go this time.
“Fuck!” I sharply inhale. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, this woman will be the death of me. My hips move of their own accord, fucking my wife’s throat. Tears stream down her flushed face. The sight turns me on as I pump into her mouth.
Okay, maybe I do get off on tormenting her, just a little. Mostly I love her determination and willingness. She’s perfect for me.
My cock thickens and the alarm in her gaze pushes me right over the edge. I cry out, shooting ropes of cum down her perfect throat. And like a good girl, she swallows it down. All of it.
Finally, I pull out, allowing her to breathe again. She sucks in one breath of air after another, but her eyes show me only victory. She’s proud of what she just did to me. Now, it’s my turn.
I pick her up, planting her on her feet. “Take off your dress. Now. Or I’ll have to buy you ten new ones.”
She smiles, hastily doing as I command. I watch with feral satisfaction as she bares herself to me. She’s so damn gorgeous that the sight of her physically hurts. My chest clenches. How am I suddenly the luckiest man in the world? When did my fortune change?
Elena saunters toward me. Grabbing her waist, I spin her around so that she’s facing the bookshelf. My palms cover her hands as I press them to the smooth wooden shelves.
“Stay right there. Don’t move,” I growl into her ear.
My fingers glide up her arms to her bare shoulders, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
I skim down the sides of her breasts and she shivers.
I love how fucking responsive she is, how aware of my every touch, my every move.
Pausing there, I weigh her ample breasts in my hands, then roll her nipples between my forefinger and thumb.
She gasps, arching her back into me. “Yes. Please. More.”
I groan at her delicious pleading, then continue my path down the silky skin of her sides… hips… thighs, and finally dip my fingers into her pussy. She’s so wet, the area soaked, her delicate skin damp.
I find her clit, teasing it with slow circles. Her whimper sends blood rushing straight to my cock.
But first, I need a taste.
Dropping to the floor, I rest my back against the bookcase and nudge her over until she’s straddling my outstretched legs. Our difference in height is such that by sitting on the floor, my face is level with her sweet cunt. I lick my lips in anticipation.
She gazes down at me, her tan skin flushed a rosy red. Gripping her ass, I pull her pussy to my mouth and give her an open-mouthed kiss.
“Oh, please god,” she moans.
“God can’t help you now, broc meala , only I can.” I flick her clit with my tongue. Tension ripples through her body, her thighs flex and strain. Diving in, I devour my pleading bride.
I show her with my tongue, mouth, and fingers how crazy she makes me. How I can’t get enough of her, no matter how many times we satisfy each other. I’ve never felt lust this intensely before.
“Cian!” she cries out, her hands leaving the shelf to tangle in my hair.
I smother myself between her legs, forcing her to ride my face until she shatters. Her knees give out, but I hold her up, relentless in my mission to squeeze every drop of pleasure from her body.
She screams again. Her tense muscles begin to tremble. Her soft skin breaks out in goosebumps. When she fully collapses, I catch her.
Easing her down into my lap, I gently kiss her, letting her to taste herself on my lips. She moans, gliding her tongue against mine.
Jesus, I’m obsessed with this woman .
With one hand I pull her closer, as the other entwines our fingers, brushing against the plain gold wedding band. One day, I want to replace that with a Claddagh ring.
The impulse startles me. I’ve known this woman for less than two weeks and I’m already thinking about giving her my heart.
What the fuck is wrong with me? How has she gotten under my skin so quickly?
Or am I that damn starved for affection, for touch, and acceptance, that I’m fooling myself into thinking she’s safe?
That she won’t grow claws and tear out my heart one day?
I know better than this. I need to protect myself, especially from this siren.
She bites down on my lower lip and I groan. Maybe I’m past the point of self-preservation. Having her in my arms feels too good to ever push her away.
Fuck it.
We’re married. Since I don’t believe in divorce, this is forever for us. We’re in this together for the rest of our lives. If I want to enjoy it, I’m going to fucking enjoy it.
My fears can’t control me forever.
Breaking away from our kiss, I flip her onto her hands and knees, then position myself behind her. She arches her back, sending that perfect ass up into the air. I shove my knee between hers, so she spreads her legs wider.
Perfect.
Smoothing one hand over her ass, I dip my thumb into her wetness, teasing her with slow strokes. I slide that thumb up to her puckered, forbidden hole and ease inside. She tenses, holding her breath. I push all the way in before slipping out, then push in again, and again.
A low whimper escapes her lips. Her hips glide back to meet my thrusts.
Cock in my other hand, I position myself at her dripping entrance and ease inside. Her hot pussy envelopes my dick. I continue to fuck her with my thumb as I piston my hips.
“You feel so good, baby. You were made for me, weren’t you?”
Her answer is unintelligible. Satisfaction unfurls in my chest. I love the fact that I can render this intelligent, head-strong woman down to nothing but wanton need.
One stroke of her clit is all it takes for her to fall apart. Her pussy clenches around my cock so hard for a moment I see stars. Inhaling deeply, I grit my teeth and ride through her orgasm. Then I take what’s mine.
Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, I press her face down to the plush rug and use my hold to keep her in place as I thrust. Punishing. Unrelenting. I destroy her beautiful cunt with my cock. I let myself go, lose control, and take her like the animal that I am.
She gasps and cries out. Her small body shivers beneath mine. I revel in every sound, in each shudder.
My spine tingles and my balls tighten. I fuck her harder, deeper, until I come with a beastly roar. Her body clenches around me, intensifying my own release.
We collapse onto our sides in a tangled heap of sweaty limbs and ragged breaths. I loop my arms around her, in desperate need of having her as close as possible. She trembles, but I know it’s not from the cold.
Intense. That may have been the most intense sex I’ve had in my life.
How can I possibly keep my heart safe from this woman when she continues to surprise me, and continues to push me into uncharted territory? Every experience with her is like having it for the very first time.
I’m beginning to want everything with her. Even though we did things backwards by marrying first, I want to date her, to get to know everything about this amazing woman.
That’s what I’m going to do. Tomorrow night, I’m taking her on a date. A real one, with flowers and everything. It’ll be a surprise.