Chapter Thirty-Three #2
“Not yet,” he said, swiping his finger along the bow of my top lip now. “I told you, I want to take my time.”
He played with me like that for an agonizingly long while, bringing me close to the edge and then backing off, keeping me pinned down to the bed while he kissed me and sucked my nipple and nuzzled against my neck.
Sometimes it would build to be almost too much sensation, overwhelming me with its intensity, until he changed position or tempo and then suddenly I’d be hyperaware of that one part he was touching.
“I liked when you came on my fingers,” he said. “In the car. I liked the way you pulsed around me.”
“Oh, fuck.” I could feel it fluttering now, and on instinct I went to move my arms, to reach for him, but he was too strong, holding me down. When the orgasm rolled through me, I couldn’t do anything to stop it, couldn’t pull him closer or hide away, though a part of me wanted to.
I was still trembling from the aftershocks when he finally let go of my wrists, giving them a quick rub before he reached to pull my shorts down my legs.
“Mark me,” I said. “I want to know you were here, that you had me like this.”
I barely knew what I was saying, but he put his open mouth on my inner thigh and sucked hard, until I felt the nip of his teeth, a soothing kiss pressed to the love bite he left behind.
Then he licked me where I was the most wet, flicking his tongue against my swollen, sensitive clit.
I couldn’t help but buck my hips a little, letting out a low moan.
“Still feeling good?” he asked.
It felt incredible. But in a way where I didn’t know if I could take it, like I’d already climbed a mountain and was like, all right, that’s enough of that, but then there was this taller mountain in the distance and suddenly I changed my mind. Now I wanted that.
I squeezed my thighs around his ears in answer, encouraging him to keep going.
He licked and sucked until that tingling started at the base of my spine again and another wave passed over me, pulling me under.
I felt boneless, spent-heavy and yet made of air, as Eamonn moved up my body, holding my thighs open and pushing into me.
It was such an exquisitely slow slide, I felt every inch of him, and it didn’t make me come again so much as I think I was technically still coming from before.
Eamonn tugged the shirt over my head, as though he didn’t care if he already had full access to my body, he wanted me naked and underneath him in his bed.
He moved inside me, that deliberate, undemanding pace somehow creating the most intense pressure as he leaned over me, his hands gently encircling my wrists before he dropped them again.
He murmured something near my ear, but my hair was in the way and I couldn’t be sure I’d heard him right.
Something like You’re ruining me. You’ve ruined me.
You ruin me. I wondered which one it was, if any of them, whether it mattered.
“Eamonn,” I said, and his rhythm broke as he tightened inside me.
I’d never been one to say someone’s name during sex—if anything, I usually went out of my way to not say the person’s name, it just felt too weird and direct and vulnerable.
But I wanted to say his, knew that I could get him to react just by using it. I loved his name.
I clutched his back, wrapped my legs around him to squeeze. “Eamonn,” I said again. “You can come inside me, if you want.”
“Fuck,” he said. “Ah, fuck.”
He thrust into me harder, faster, my breasts bouncing as he pressed me into the mattress, then flattening against him as his whole body shuddered and he sank onto me with a low, guttural moan.
He lay like that on top of me for a minute before he withdrew, and I was surprised when I felt his fingers slide inside me again, spreading his own come over my clit.
I’d assumed we were done—I’d already had more orgasms in a twenty-four-hour period than I ever had before, and the fact that I hadn’t had one directly from penetrative sex wasn’t surprising.
That had always been hit or miss for me.
But now warmth was pooling in my belly, and I was shocked by how much I instantly wanted to come again.
From his touch—the slick, hot friction. From how dirty it felt that he was even doing it.
“Still feel good?” His voice rasped right along my sensitive nerve endings.
“Hell yeah,” I said, and I could tell my vehemence made him smile even as he bent toward me, touching his forehead to mine.
He kept going, swirling in circles until I could feel myself sucked down into them like a whirlpool, the gentlest climax settling over me like a sigh.
He left his hand resting on me while we both just lay there, the only sound our breathing in the semidarkness of the room.
I ran my fingers over the ridged veins of his forearm. “I always read the word fuck into your body language,” I said.
His laugh rumbled in his chest, vibrating against me. “Did you?”
“Like when I first met you, it was like What the fuck are you doing here?”
He made a sound that could’ve been agreement, or could’ve been something else. “Is that still how you read me?”
“The word fuck does come up,” I said. “Just in a different way.”
“Ah,” he said. “Well, I should hope so. I am sorry I asked you how the fuck you knew about me. I still feel pretty bad about that.”
“It was a fair question. I’m sorry I came on so strong naming all your sisters. I’ve always been good at those icebreaker games, where you go around the room and name everyone who introduced themselves before you. I think I was showing off.”
He laughed, pressing a kiss to my neck, the first spot he’d said he was obsessed with.
At some point, my braid had come completely undone, the thin blue string holding it together lost in his sheets.
Above us, there was the faint patter of water against the glass of his skylight. It must have been raining again.
“It’s probably best if…” I gestured vaguely toward myself. I needed to use the bathroom, get cleaned up, but I also didn’t want to move.
He wrapped his arm over my chest, pulling me to him tighter like he didn’t want me to move, either. “You’re going to see what I mean about that staircase,” he said. “Very inconvenient.”
He palmed my breast with one hand, giving it a squeeze, and I decided maybe an extra few minutes wouldn’t be so bad. For now, it felt nice just to stay.