Chapter 21
MIKE
There is nothing more beautiful than the sight of this woman stripped completely naked before me. Her body is spectacular. I know she gets in her head about it, but she’s been withholding more than just her body with me since I met her, and I’m thrilled that she’s bared all for me tonight.
“I’ve been tested, and I’m clear,” I say as I rest my hands on her hips.
“My last test was clear, and I haven’t been with anyone since the boys were born.”
“Birth control?” I ask, more for her sake than mine. I’d put a baby in her right now if she’d let me. But I know she may not be ready for that.
“I have that covered,” she says softly, refusing to make eye contact with me as she turns back toward the headboard.
The last thing I want is for her to get lost in her thoughts again and pull away. I’m desperate to keep her with me, in this moment. “I want you to ride me so I can watch you stretch around my cock as your perfect cunt swallows my piercings.”
She hesitates for a second, turning to look at me over her shoulder again. “I–I’ve never done that before.”
Jesus feckin’ Christ. I’m filled with rage and excitement at her words. What kind of feckin’ eejits has she been with that have denied her this right? But fuck, am I thrilled to be the first person that she gets to experience the pleasure of riding a man and have full control over him.
“I’ll let you ride any part of me you want. My face, my cock, you name it.” I wrap my arms tighter around her as I delight in the warmth of her body against mine. She feels perfect against me, every plush curve.
“Do you feel that, a chroí?” I thrust my cock against her plump arse, and she gasps in response. “Do you feel how much I want you? There is nothing you could ever do to change that, but I want you to be comfortable.”
She leans her head back against my shoulder, the move pushing her tits out. They’re round and lush, and I want to bury myself in them. I glide my hands up her sides and cup her breasts, then tease one of her nipples. Her body melts into mine and my pulse steadies.
“Fuck. No one has touched me there in years.”
I let her words sink in, the gravity of them tethering me to her. She hasn’t felt comfortable sharing this part of herself with anyone since the boys were born, except me, and I feel honored by that admission. I’m grateful for every piece of herself that she’s shared with me.
“Tá tú foirfe.” I kiss a path up her neck, hovering close to her ear. “So fucking perfect.”
She shifts on the bed, turning so we’re both on our knees facing each other. When she nods, I don’t need her to even say the words. I seal my lips over hers as we devour each other, hands groping, teeth nipping, as if neither of us can get enough. I will never get enough of this woman.
Something has shifted between us, like some unbearable weight she’d been carrying on her shoulders has lifted and she can finally breathe, finally take what she wants. And I’m thankful as fuck that what she wants is me.
I break the kiss, unable to contain how I feel any longer. “Tá mé i ngrá leat. Tá an t-ádh dearg orm go bhfuil tú agam.”
“I love you too.”
My heart leaps out of my chest as my head tilts and I examine her face. “How—?”
“The first couple of times you spoke to me in Irish, I got curious. But I could never remember what you’d said by the time I went to look it up. So I looked up how to say ‘I love you.’ I figured I could at least recognize it if you ever said it. I don’t know what that last part was, though.”
I cup her face in my hands. “I am so lucky to have you.” I kiss her between each word. “I love you, Lucky. Every feckin’ inch of ya.”
“I know.” She smirks, and it fills me with joy.
“Say it again,” I tease, tickling her side.
The sound of her laugh as she tries to speak is music to my ears. “Mike. Stop. Okay, okay.”
She places her hands on my chest, digging her fingertips into the smattering of chest hair there.
“I love you. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me and my boys.
I’m sorry it took me this long to see it, and I know it feels fast, but I also feel like I’ve known you forever.
Like we’ve known you forever. You’re such a good man.
To me, to my boys. So patient and understanding.
And thoughtful. You make me feel like the luckiest person on the planet because you chose me. ”
“And I would do it a thousand times over, in every life after this.” I lean in and capture her mouth against mine as I kiss her like I’ve been waiting a lifetime for this, and in many ways I have.
Her answering moan has all the remaining blood in my body coursing to my dick.
I gently guide her toward the top of the bed as I sit, leaning against the headboard.
“Unless you want a mouthful of your panties again, you better sit on this cock and claim it as yours while I take this perfect feckin’ mouth. ”
She doesn’t hesitate and I delight in the way she moves, lifting herself over me as she sinks slowly down on my cock. I let out a groan and she stops, pausing halfway on my length. “Am I going to have to shove my panties in your mouth?”
“Feckin’ hell, woman, don’t make me blow my load before you’ve even ridden my cock.” I grip her hips and pull her the rest of the way down, watching as every inch of me disappears into her until she’s fully seated. Then I pull her lips to mine, swallowing the small moan that escapes.
“Oh my God.” Her voice is frantic, needy. “This feels…”
“Incredible.”
Her eyes pinch shut, but I can’t take mine off her as she slowly starts to move, bucking her hips against me. “Your ladder… Fuck. It feels so good like this.”
Hands still on her hips, I guide her movements, moving her back and forth, showing her how she can grind her clit against me.
“You can control the pace in this position if you want. You can go back and forth and rub that messy cunt all over me….” I move her hips, showing her.
“Or you can go up and down and rub against my ladder.” I grip her, holding her up so I can fuck up into her, showing her how good it can feel.
“Oh fuck. Mike.” Her voice is soft and desperate, as though she’s concentrating on coming, eyes still closed as she starts bouncing up and down on her own. “Oh God, I like that.”
I let her continue to explore, finding different ways to make herself feel good. When she bites her lip and starts bouncing faster, I know she’s found what she needs to take herself over the edge. But she stops a few seconds later as her brows pinch and she opens her eyes, nearly in tears.
“What is it, a chroí?” I hold her face in my hands, our noses millimeters apart.
“I… I think I need your help,” she says softly, as though the admission pains her, and I know instantly what she needs.
This woman does so much for everyone in her life, yet she has a hard time asking others for help.
Since we’ve started seeing each other, I’ve watched her be on the brink of an orgasm, only to lose it to her spiraling thoughts.
“I’ve got you, love.” I kiss her hard, thrusting my tongue in, stealing her breath and her thoughts.
“I’ll always have ya.” I wrap my arms around her waist, holding her in place as I begin fucking up into her in brutal strokes.
The sound of our skin slapping together sounds dirty, erotic, and I get lost in it.
Lost in her. Her eyes are locked on mine and I’m drowning in their emerald depths.
Slowly her lips part and I capture them in mine before the moan can escape. She tastes sweet, fruity, with just a hint of salt from her sweat-soaked skin.
She wraps her arms around my neck and in seconds she’s shuddering against me as her pussy clenches around me, pulsing and squeezing, her orgasm pulling her under.
Watching her let go is the sexiest thing. I can barely hold back as I continue thrusting up into her. “Are you going to take every drop of this cum you milked from me, Lucky?”
“Wait.”
I halt my movements, searching her face for some kind of clue as to what’s wrong.
“Is it too much?” My balls are screaming at me to keep going, dying for release, but I’m suddenly filled with concern that I’ve hurt her.
She eases off my dick and lies down on the bed beside me. Her delicate hands glide up the curve of her body, and I can’t look away as they dip and roam up her stomach, finally landing on her tits as she pushes them together. “I want you to fuck me here.”
“Jesus feckin’ Christ, woman.” I shouldn’t be looking a gift horse in the mouth, but I want to be sure. She just told me that she hasn’t shown them to anyone, and letting me fuck them seems like the biggest gift she could give me.
“You said you wanted to claim me. Mark me and cover me with your cum. Make a mess of me.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I straddle her in two moves, hovering over her as I grip the base of my shaft and spit onto my dick. When she repeats the move, spitting onto her chest, I nearly come at the sight.
I push into the channel between her breasts. It’s warm, enveloping me in a way that feels uniquely different from her cunt and mouth. Each time I thrust in, she pushes her tits together tighter, and the squeezing sensation has my balls drawing up as my orgasm approaches. “Take it, a chroí.”
“With pleasure, a stór.” The look she gives me is molten, lighting me up from the inside out as I let go, spilling hot ropes of cum all over her chest and neck as my release overtakes me.
I collapse back onto the bed, utterly spent. “I’ll clean you up, just give me a second to catch my breath. You stole it along with my heart when you spoke in perfect Irish.”
A feline grin spreads across her face. “I may have picked up a phrase or two to surprise you with.”
I lean up, pressing a kiss to her stomach. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.” It takes more effort to get off the bed than I’m proud of. This woman has sucked the strength out of me, and I don’t want to leave her side. I find a cloth in the linen closet and warm it up under the water.
When I turn back toward the bedroom, I’m stunned by the sight of her as I lean in the doorframe of the en suite.
She is splayed out on her bed, golden hair fanning around her gorgeous face, looking like a debauched version of a pin-up model from my wet dreams. “I could wake up to this view every morning, a chroí.”
She pushes up on her elbows, making eye contact with me. “There’s something I want to talk to you about.”
“This sounds important.”
“It is.”
My gut sinks at the seriousness in her tone, and I search her face. It doesn’t look like she’s pulling away. She just told me she loves me… surely, she’s not ending this?
I’m halfway across the room when I hear a buzzing on the floor. Leaning down, I pull my phone from the pockets of my discarded pants and see dozens of missed calls from Hardy and Sawyer. “Shite.” I hand her the washcloth as I scroll through my phone.
“What is it?”
“There’s a bad accident up near Highland Ridge. Three vehicles involved, one went off the side of the cliff and is on fire. They need all hands to help contain it so it doesn’t start a wildfire.” I pull on my clothes as I type back one-handed that I’m on my way.
It kills me that I can’t be here, cleaning her and holding her after we made love, but duty calls, reminding me of another reason why most of my relationships haven’t worked out.
“I had a tubal ligation. I can’t have any more kids.” She stares at me, like she can’t believe what she’s just blurted out.
My phone rings again, and I curse my luck when I see it’s the chief.
“I have to go, I’m so sorry.”