Chapter Fourteen
Rylan
Her body trembles beneath me, her gasps echoing in the room as my tongue and fingers coax her closer to the edge. She’s so responsive, so perfect, it takes everything in me not to push her over. But I’m not done with her yet.
Just as I feel her tighten, her breath hitch, I pull my fingers out and lift my mouth from her, leaving her teetering on the brink. The soft whimper that escapes her is music to my ears.
“Do you need more, mo stóirín?”
Her eyes fly open, wide and desperate. “Yes.”
I trail a finger along her slick folds, smirking. “Then beg for it. You don’t get to come until I do, and that’s only happening with your tight pussy wrapped around my cock.”
"Please Rylan . . . I need to come.” Her voice was soft, almost a whisper.
Her breath catches as her gaze drops to the prominent bulge in my pants. When I pull them off and my cock springs free, her eyes widen, a gasp escaping her lips.
“I don't . . .” She hesitates, her cheeks flushing a deep red. “I don’t think it will fit.”
Leaning down, I press a kiss to her trembling lips, chuckling against them. “Oh, it will fit.” I nip at her bottom lip. “You’ll take all of me, mo stóirín.”
Her hesitation doesn’t go unnoticed, and I soften slightly, stroking her cheek. “Are you on birth control?” I ask, my tone tinged with care.
She nods quickly. Her hands grip the sheets beneath her. “Yes.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Are you clean?”
“I . . . yes.” Her gaze flits away for a moment, and I catch the faintest hint of embarrassment. “It’s been a while.”
I grin, trailing kisses along her neck. “A while, huh? How long?”
“Over a year,” she mumbles, clearly mortified.
“Then I’ll make sure it’s worth the wait,” I promise, capturing her lips again.