Chapter 37
DOMINIC
Our eyes remain locked as she lowers herself over my torso.
I flip her over onto her back, and she squeals.
‘Did you forget who’s in change again?’ I demand, pinning her wrists above her head.
She doesn’t fight me. No, my wife wants to be pinned down and fucked.
Needs it even. It radiates from every inch of her body.
‘No, sir.’ Her blue eyes blaze.
I balance my weight on one elbow and reach for my belt, undoing it and pulling it from the loops of my suit pants. She holds her wrists out to me willingly.
‘I’ll make it so good for you, baby.’ I promise, looping the leather around her, tight enough to hold her, but not to hurt her. ‘Do you trust me?’
‘With my life,’ she whispers.
I press a kiss to her temple, then her lips, blazing my lips along her elegant neck and over her clavicle, worshipping every inch of her skin, savouring every second of this moment.
‘We should probably have put you on the pill,’ I muse.
‘The prospect of planting my babies in your stomach sets me feral, but I wouldn’t mind a few months to enjoy our marriage first.’
‘I got the contraceptive shot,’ she whispers. ‘When I thought he was going to…’ she trails off.
Rage rips over my spine at the mere idea of what Rory Kavanagh would have done to her given half a chance. He’ll pay for it. Slowly. Painfully. After I’ve thanked him for sending her running barefoot through the streets of Dublin, straight into my arms.
I press my lips to hers, kissing away the end of that sentence.
Her mouth parts, and I swallow every single one of her tiny little mews of pleasure as I lower my torso onto hers, supporting my weight on my elbows.
Her hips arch and grind against mine, seeking friction.
Slowly, I open my suit pants and free my throbbing cock.
She gnaws on her lower lip. ‘I’ve been wondering if you fuck with your glasses on or off. ’
I laugh. ‘Remember the Big Bad Wolf? “All the better to see you with”?’ I wrap a hand around my shaft and pump. ‘I want to see every single second of pleasure crossing your stunning face, sweetheart. The glasses are staying on–this time, at least.’
A smile splits her lips.
‘Ready?’ I check, nudging between her thighs. She parts them wider for me and nods.
I rest my tip at her entrance. She stiffens, bracing herself.
‘Relax, baby, I’ve got you, remember?’ I inch into her, slowly, gently. Her eyes widen, thighs tighten beneath me.
She’s so tight.
So wet.
So fucking perfect.
I’ve never taken a woman’s virginity before, and I never will again, because Aoife’s it for me. I thought I was obsessed with her before today, but now I’ve had her, now she’s truly mine, I’m utterly fucking enamoured.
I sink in another inch, stretching and filling her with a tenderness I’ve never shown anyone. ‘You feel so good, sweetheart. You’re taking me so well.’ If it hurts, she’s doing a stellar job of masking it.
She looks down at where my cock is halfway inside her body. ‘Fuck,’ she whispers, ‘Watching you inside me is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.’
I make a mental note to mirror one of my bedroom walls and the ceiling so she can watch me sliding into her every and any angle she wants. ‘More,’ she whispers, then adds, ‘Sir.’
‘Good girl,’ I purr. ‘Your cunt is clenching around my cock like you can’t get enough.’
Her pussy pulses, and her eyelashes flutter over her cheek.
‘Eyes on me,’ I remind her, inching in until she’s completely full of me.
She gasps, stills, and I pause, waiting for permission to continue. ‘You okay?’ I check.
She nods, tentatively bucking against me. And I drag myself almost all the way out, then slide back in slowly. Her eyes widen to saucers. ‘Oh,’ slips from her lips, and desire and understanding dilates her pupils.
‘That’s it sweetheart, that’s it,’ I encourage her as she ruts against me, seeking more friction. I slide a hand between our bodies, stroking her clit as I pump into her over and over again.
Her cunt clenches.
Quads jerk.
She’s close.
‘I need you to come on my cock right now because I’m about to blow inside you,’ I warn her.
I catch her mouth with mine, biting down gently on her lower lip, and she moans as her pussy contracts, squeezing my cock in a vice like grip again and again and again.
Every single cell I own is on fire. Hot flames lick my skin as the most debilitating orgasm of my life tears through me, and I spill myself into her.
We swallow each other’s moans until her body stills beneath mine. I lift my lips from hers. ‘You okay?’
She peers at me through those thick, elongated eyelashes. ‘I’ll never be okay again.’ She says solemnly.
I freeze.
‘That was incredible.’ She grins at me.
I inch out of her slowly. Satisfaction sweeps through my entire body as I watch my cum drip from between her legs. This sight will live rent-free in my head forever.
She sits up, glances down, then holds her wrists out for me to free.
I unbuckle the belt and rub her pulse points gently where the leather was pressed to her skin.
She stares at me silently for a long beat, then swipes her index finger over her slit, examining it curiously before raising it to her mouth and licking.
Fuck. Aoife O’Shea—I mean Kincaid—was made for the sole purpose of being my wife.