Chapter 25 #2
His eyes widen slightly, but he doesn’t hesitate for long. In one swift move, his hands are on the backs of my thighs and he’s hoisting me up until I have no choice but to wrap my legs around his hips.
“Your ribs,” I gasp.
“Fuck my ribs,” He growls, using my breaking away from his kiss to drop his mouth to my throat.
Goosebumps erupt over my body as he licks and kisses over my pulse point, the sensation of it throwing my body through a loop.
It feels so fucking good. My stomach tightens, and warmth blooms between my legs, a moan slipping from me.
“You’re going to be my favorite thing to learn,” He groans as his steps eat up the distance to the door. “I can’t wait to fucking unravel you, Niamh, learn exactly what makes you tick.”
He kicks the door closed behind us, but he doesn’t move away from it, instead, he spins and has me pressed up against it, driving his hips up until his hard cock pushes into the very center of me.
“Oh God,” The back of my skull thumps against the door.
“Shit, baby, I need to be inside you. Right fucking now.”
“Then do it,” I challenge, “Right here.”
A muscle in his jaw ticks. “Hold on to me.”
I tighten my arms around his neck and squeeze my thighs to keep myself attached to him while he shoves at his sweats, kicking them off when they land at his feet and then I feel the head of his cock, running over the seam of me above my panties.
He hisses out a breath. “Fuck me.”
He swipes his cock up and down, teasing the small bundle of nerves hidden behind the fabric, and I clench, waiting, wanting, needing more.
“I’m sorry,” He rasps, his whole body going still, “I’m not — this isn’t —”
“If you don’t fuck me right now, Roman, I’m going to go take matters into my own hands.”
“Goddamn,” He groans, moving us away from the door and into the kitchen where he lays me down flat on the kitchen counter. I try to move onto my elbows, to look, to take all of him in, but a quick tug on the backs of my thighs has me hitting the counter again as he brings my ass to the edge.
He shoves my knees apart, grasps the top of my panties and then a rip sounds before he tears away the scrap of material that was my underwear.
“I’ve been dreaming of this fucking pussy, Niamh.” He groans, bringing the torn panties toward his face. Dark eyes watch me as he stands between my parted legs, my dress shoved up around my hips, my lower half entirely exposed to him.
The noise that leaves me as his words register can’t be described as human.
It’s needy and desperate. His hands bite into my hips, his grip almost punishing as he pulls me even closer to the edge, until I’m practically falling off of it, and then palms his cock before gripping it and running the crown through me.
“Tell me I can,” He practically begs. “Tell me I can have you.”
I nod eagerly.
“Words, Niamh, give me that pretty fucking voice. Tell me.”
“Please,” I beg, trying to shift my hips to force the head of him down to where I need him most.
“Please what, sweetheart?” He has a gleam in his eye, a smirk on his lips and a wildness about him that tells me this is going to change my fucking life.
“Please fuck me,” I ask shamelessly.
“Bare?” He wets his bottom lip as he drops his eyes, watching himself move through me, coating himself with the arousal between my legs. I feel him everywhere, pleasure coursing through me, lighting up my veins and wrapping me up until all I think and breathe is him.
“I’m on the pill.”
He chuckles darkly. “Thank fuck. I want to only feel you.”
He slips the crown of his cock inside of me before he presses his thumb to my clit and circles it. My spine bows off the counter, my thighs tightening on his hips.
“So eager,” He praises, leaning over me with only the tip of him inside. It’s a tease that has my pussy clenching chaotically around just that small part of him, urging him to go deeper, to give me more. “Made for me, sweetheart.” He groans as he flexes, driving just a little more inside.
Sweat beads at my temples, and my thighs shake with want. His thumb continues to swirl, applying just the right amount of pressure to have me climbing.
“Roman,” I moan his name, head tipping back as everything in me tightens.
“That’s it, baby,” His voice is strained as he speaks, continuing to move his hips but not enough to be fully inside. “Give it to me.”
“Fuck,” I hiss, so damn close I could cry. “More.”
“You don’t need more, sweetheart,” He lowers further, his mouth finding my throat. “Give in. Relax and let your body talk.”
His teeth scrape over the skin on my neck, his thumb working just a bit faster, and I can’t stop it.
My orgasm barrels to the surface, ripping through me.
Muscles clench wildly as my fingers claw at the countertop, seeking purchase they won’t find, and he works me through it the entire time, wringing out every last drop of pleasure.
“Always you first, sweetheart.” He kisses my neck one last time before he rises to his full height once more. “Now it’s my turn.”