Chapter 7 #2
"Nah, I think I'll unwrap my present and enjoy it too," he breathes, dipping his head. His lips land against my heart. He places a sweet kiss there before using his teeth to drag the cups of my bra down.
I barely have time to feel the cool air against my skin before he's drawing one into his mouth. He licks and sucks and bites until I'm sobbing and writhing beneath him…and then he does the same exact thing to the other, working me into a frenzy.
When he's satisfied, he inches his way down my body, lavishing attention on every inch of skin he unveils.
My dress rips bit by bit as he unwraps me slowly, taking his sweet time.
By the time he rips the dress all the way, I'm ready to explode or implode or whichever one means I'm going to die if he doesn't give me some relief soon.
"Lift up, sweet girl," he murmurs, tapping me on the hip.
I lift my ass from the bed, watching as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and drags them down my legs.
My knees shake, knocking together. I'm so turned on I can't think straight.
I'm not nervous, though. Perhaps I should be considering what he's working with, but I've never been more ready or more certain of anything as I am of this man.
He's what I want. He's what I've waited for my entire life.
It was worth it. The look in his eyes right now and the way he groans as he stares at me…totally freaking worth it.
He settles between my legs, dragging them up over his shoulders. "Need a taste," he breathes, almost as if he's talking to himself. "Just one."
He doesn't take just one. He parts my lower lips with two fingers and licks me from top to bottom, growling.
I cry out, clinging to the sheets as a bolt of pleasure shoots through me.
"Ah, goddamn." His gaze flicks to mine, his eyes clouded with lust. "I can't stop now." He licks me again. "You taste too fucking good, éire." And again. "I need to feel you coming on my tongue." He groans like the thought alone is driving him crazy and then buries his face in my pussy.
I shout his name, rocking my hips against his face as he licks and sucks and teaches my body to sing for him. It does. Oh, God. It does. He spreads my legs wide, forcing his tongue into my hole. He uses it like a cock, fucking me with it until I'm babbling his name and pleading for mercy.
He doesn't have any for me. I don't think he's capable of it. He grinds his hips against the mattress, coming back for another taste again and again. I shatter apart, exploding into nothing. He doesn't stop. He keeps eating me, demanding another. I can't give it to him, I know I can't.
But I do anyway, letting him wring it out of me with his wicked tongue and those honey lips and those devilish fingers. He uses all three like weapons of mass destruction, annihilating me with them again and then a third time.
I scream as I crack apart, falling to dust. I shake and shiver and moan, riding a current of pleasure that goes on endlessly, stretching into forever.
I'm still floating when Crue pulls me into his arms, pressing his naked body to mine. His lips touch mine, breathing life back into me. I groan, tasting myself on him. I shouldn't like it, yet I do. I shouldn't want more, yet I do.
I slip my tongue into his mouth, loving the way our tastes combine on his lips. Loving the fact that I'm all over him. He rolls us until I'm straddling his hips, my breasts against his chest.
"I need you to run this show, éire," he murmurs, running his hand down my hip. "If I try, I'm going to fuck you until you break."
"That sounds like a plan to me."
He chuckles through a groan. "Not your first time, baby. We need to take it slow so I don't hurt you."
"Fine." I pout down at him. "But you owe me, Crue."
"I'll pay in full just as soon as I'm sure you're ready," he promises, lifting me slightly to notch his erection at my entrance. His head falls back, his eyes going glossy. "Fucking hell, baby. I'm not even in you, and I can already feel how fucking tight you are."
"Yeah?" I lean down to whisper in his ear. "Then just wait until you're in me, Crue. You'll really feel it then."
He growls, his eyes flashing fire at me. "Get on my cock, Ireland. Before I forget why we need to take it slow."
I smirk, loving the way he responds to me. He doesn't hold anything back or try to pretend he feels less than he does. When he's turned on, he makes sure I know it. When he's happy, he shows me. He gives me every single part of himself, no reservations. I love that so freaking much.
I adjust positions over him and slowly begin to sink down. My body resists the intrusion for a long moment before the head of his cock finally slips inside. He groans, releasing my right hip. His hand slips between us, his thumb homing in on my clit.
He keeps his eyes locked on my face, watching carefully as I slowly take him deeper, my body stretching to accommodate him.
He keeps his thumb on my clit, driving me crazy the entire time.
It's an odd sensation, feeling like you'll split in half and simultaneously loving it.
It doesn't hurt. I just feel stretched and full to the brim.
Yet, somehow, I manage to take more and more.
Tears sting my eyes when my barrier tears around his cock.
"Easy, baby, easy," he croons, still stroking my clit. He holds me still with the other hand, ensuring I don't move. "Breathe for me."
I take a breath, testing to see how I feel.
The momentary pain is already gone, leaving behind nothing but…
awe. I'm his now in a way nothing and no one can ever change.
No matter how much time passes or where life takes us, this part of me will always belong to him.
And this part of him will always belong to me. No one else can ever have it.
"Crue," I whisper. "We belong to each other now."
He groans, emotion flaring as bright as the sun in his eyes as he drags me down for a kiss. I moan against his lips, spending long minutes drinking from them, reveling in the moment and the man and the knowledge that my heart is completely full of him.
Little by little, I sink further as we kiss until my ass lands against his hips, and he's fully seated inside of me. I'm stuffed full, and I've never felt more perfect in my life.
"I love you," he breathes against my lips.
"I love you too."
"Show me, éire. Take what belongs to you." He rocks his hips beneath me, hitting some magical spot inside that has stars bursting behind my eyes.
I throw my head back, crying out.
"You like that, huh?"
"Do it again."
He does it again, hitting that same spot.
Oh, yes. I definitely like that.
I lift up slightly and drop down, trying to find that spot for myself. When that doesn't work, I roll my hips. Another blast of pleasure shoots through me, and I sob.
"Chase it, Ireland," he croons.
I do, lifting and dropping and rolling my hips first one way and then another. It all feels amazing, but when his cock hits that magical spot, it transcends amazing, landing in an entirely different dimension altogether.
He moves with me, helping to lift and drop me, rocking his hips into mine. He moves me faster and drops me harder, fucking me deeper. I feel like I'm flying as bolt after bolt of intense pleasure stabs into me, turning me into a stuttering, sobbing mess.
"Look at you," he groans, his eyes at half-mast as he watches me ride him. "You're taking my cock like you were made to take it, Ireland."
"I was," I gasp. "It's mine, Crue."
"Fuck." He rolls us suddenly, flipping me to my back beneath him. "Say that again."
"Your cock belongs to me," I say, writhing beneath him. I drag my eyes open, forcing myself to focus on him. "Y-you belong to me."
His eyes flare bright, some powerful emotion I can't name running through them.
"Fuck yeah, I am," he growls, dragging my leg up over his hip. His mouth slants down on mine, swallowing my cry as he begins to move. Crue has always been powerful. He's a trained dancer. But he fucks like a storm, his hips crashing into mine again and again.
I throw my head back, shouting his name into the room and clawing his back. It feels so good. So freaking good. If we can choose how we die, I want to go just like this, with this man fucking me out of this dimension right straight into heaven.
"That's it, baby," he growls, leaving love bites all over my breasts. "Scream the fucking roof down while I'm breeding this tight little cunt. Make sure everyone knows who's fucking you."
"Crue!" I shout. "Crue gets to fuck me."
He roars my name, yanking my leg up higher. The change of angle has the head of his cock gliding against that magical spot with every deep thrust. I scratch and claw and bite, going wild beneath him as pleasure builds on pleasure, threatening to turn me inside out.
"Come on my cock so I can plant my baby in you, éire," he growls in my ear. "I'm not pulling out until you're pregnant."
My inner muscles clench around him.
"Come." He bites my shoulder, sending me screaming over the edge.
I drag my nails down his back as the entire world explodes around me.
My heart stops beating. My lungs cease to function.
For a long moment, everything is black. And then he roars my name, and the world comes screaming back into focus.
He pumps into me and goes still, his cock jerking as he comes in hard spurts.
I shake and sob as each one fills me, prolonging my own orgasm.
True to his word, when he finishes, he doesn't pull out. He rolls us, so I'm on top of him, his cock still inside me, and wraps his arms around me.
"Jesus, Ireland," he breathes, panting for breath. "Jesus."
"Agreed," I whisper.
He chuckles, leaning down to press his lips to the top of my head.
Naturally, the movement pushes him a little deeper inside me. My inner muscles clench around him. We both groan.
"Settle down," he mutters. "You aren't ready for round two yet. You need to rest."
"Rest?" I raise my head to look at him. "I can't sleep like this, Crue!"
"You can."
"You're still inside me," I hiss…as if he's forgotten.
"I'm aware." He smirks, one of those lazy, devilish smirks that drive me wild. I swear, I know exactly why half the world is crazy about him. It's that freaking smirk. It's a deadly weapon. "I intend to sleep like this every goddamn night until you're pregnant. Get used to it."
"You aren't serious."
"Oh?" He quirks a brow. "I watched you scooping my cum up and pushing it into your little hole this morning, Ireland. We both know you were thinking about it then. I'm just giving you what we both know you want."
"I…you…I…" I splutter, my cheeks turning pink. He's right. I was thinking about it this morning. "I wasn't trying to trick you," I whisper. "I'm sorry if it felt that way. I just got caught up in the moment."
He throws his head back, laughing loudly.
"Why are you laughing?" I cry.
"I've got my dick in you, refusing to take it out until you're pregnant. You think I wasn't thinking the same damn thing this morning?" he asks. "Believe me, baby, I'm not mad. I thought it was sexy as hell."
"Oh," I say, relieved.
He lays back down beneath me, his dick still hard.
"Um…is it going to go down anytime soon?"
"Yeah. After I've fucked you about fifty thousand more times."
My inner muscles clench around him again.
"Ireland," he growls.
"I can't help it!" I cry. "You're inside me, and you're hard. And now I want you again. It's your own freaking fault, Crue. You're the one who…" I trail off, moaning as he drags me down on him and begins to move.
Finally.