Because once it happens, it’s going to be me. I will take the reins and give her as much pleasure as I possibly can in the backseat of this car.
Open for me, my mind pleads, and I’m not sure if I actually said it out loud or not, but my request is granted. Juliana’s mouth parts and her tongue flutters against my lips. It takes no time at all for me to open and then her tongue slides against mine. Some strangled sound escapes me. It’s raw, animalistic.
Absolute heaven.
Her tongue is my starting pistol and it is on. I’m going to kiss her everywhere. It’s almost a punishment to leave her sweet mouth, but I’m greedy now. My lips skip across her face to her neck. I brush the hair away and she leans to the side to give me all the access I need. She vibrates and shakes as I kiss and lick and taste and smell her. Her lilac perfume has washed away and it’s all Juliana. A scent that is distinctly female and makes my cock stand on end.
“Talk to me,” I beg her. “Tell me you want this as much as I do.”
Her answer is a whimper as my teeth graze against her ear and she doesn’t stop while my mouth skims down her neck to her collarbone. I yank her shirt away and we both gasp for air at the need it generates. My mouth is on her shoulder, nipping and licking. I know she likes it by the way her hips are shifting in these jagged little spurts. The contact on my cock is driving me completely mad. I need more or I need less. My palm rushes down the side of her body and plants firmly at her hip, so I can keep a modicum of control. But I quickly forget my purpose. My twitchy fingers start to sneak beneath the fabric of her shirt in search of bare skin. When I make contact, I swear to God, I sizzle. Juliana does, too. Her back arches, shoving her tits right up at my face.
All remaining blood rushes straight to my cock. I thrust my erection up against her and she cries out so loud the thunder’s got nothing on her.
“Do you like how hard I am for you?”
I press up against her again. The same thing happens, only her cry is even more desperate.
“Does that feel good?” I ask, but her mouth just hangs open and nothing comes out.
If she can’t tell me, her body will. I unbutton her jeans and slide my hand in. She looks down and watches as my knuckles graze against the damp lace and then I slide my fingers into her crease. I’m in no way surprised, but at the same time overwhelmed with exhilaration at what I feel. Juliana is wet for me. Me.
My brow is tight, just like my mouth, which is formed into a stiff O-shape. I keep touching her as she watches from above. She ever so slightly rolls against my hand, and my fingers are quickly coated with her wetness. “Oh lass, you like it.”
She murmurs, “Uh-huh.”
I rub her slick folds from the inside out and then back in, keeping a little distance from her clit. I know myself. I will lose all control, and I suspect she will, too, once I go there. My goal is to make this last, in case we never come together like this again. Like if she regrets it, or says that we can only be friends. God, I hope that doesn’t happen. I have to make my case. I have to show her why I’m utterly hers and always will be.
In a rough voice I start, “Lass…” But I can’t form another word, because my mouth is suddenly back on hers. Lips smashing, tongues jabbing. My jaw is trembling and so are my hands as I continue to touch her, to feel her arousal. “This is everything,” I’m finally able to say between kisses.
“Mmm,” she hums. I’m so hopeful she’s in agreement.
Finally, I let myself make contact with her clit. It’s swollen stiff and hot like lightning. I circle around the edge, then press down and slide through the middle of it. She pulls back from my mouth and bucks twice.
I do it again, this time a tiny bit softer. Her jaw goes slack as her eyes flutter closed.
“Like that?” I ask.
She’s panting in these lovely little spurts, yet somehow finds a way to answer, “Yes.”
“You…” I say, which I know doesn’t make a lot of sense, but it’s a miracle I can even get words out. I increase the tempo, just a bit, and then I’ve found it. The right rhythm, the most effective touch. I let it imprint on my memory for next time. For when I have more room and I can pleasure her with my mouth. I crave the taste of her already, even though I don’t know what she tastes like yet. It’s a given that I’ll love it.
Juliana shudders once. Then again. I twist my hand a bit to use the knuckle of my thumb in place of my middle finger, because there’s one more thing I want to do. I need to do. I slowly sink my finger into her fucking magnificent sex. It’s warm and soft and quite tight. I can only imagine what it would feel like around my cock. Her head falls back against the front seat like she has no control. God, I know the feeling. She tightens around my finger as it goes deeper and deeper in, flexing and curling along the way.
She mutters random syllables, no whole words, no complete thoughts as she squeezes and rocks.
“Baby,” I whimper. It just comes out, something I’ve never called her, but I’m shaking for her, desperate. So very desperate to make her feel as good as possible. To make her feel the way I’ve felt every single day that she’s been in my life.
Her mouth falls open, but she’s soundless. Her eyes are squeezed shut and a subtle rose color blooms across her face.
It’s happening.
I feel a great tremble that starts at her pulsing sex and goes all the way to her fingertips that are digging into my shoulders. A husky grunt spills out of my mouth and something sounding quite similar spills out of hers.
“Fuck,” she finally speaks, and it echoes in my ears as she rides through the remainder of her climax.
Fuck is all I can think about.
I test the waters to keep going, to make it happen again. She’s mighty sensitive, but receptive and takes a little action on her own behalf by writhing against my hand. She quickly comes again on the coattails of her last orgasm. It’s sharper, more punctuated, and so feckin’ hot. Every bit of this is, if I’m being honest.
“Lass,” I say, so helplessly lost in this moment. She comes to my mouth as if I called for her. I suppose I have. Her jaw is still trembling while her mouth is sticking to mine and our tongues take wide swipes at each other.
I’m not sure how it’s happened, but at some point in this kiss, she’s lifted my shirt above my stomach and has unbuckled my belt. I pull from her lips and look down as she starts on the button of my trousers.
Holy fuck.
A deep, throaty grunt escapes me.
Suddenly, her body is covered in an uneven yellow light. At first I think it’s another lightning strike, but it doesn’t go away, it only gets brighter and steadier. She stops her pursuit and covers her eyes with her arm.
“What the…?” she mumbles.
It’s got to be a car.
I lift her just a bit so I can turn around to check my suspicion. Sure enough, someone has come to our rescue, and they’re about an hour early.
Julie
Eoghan unlocks the pub door and I brush past him to get inside. As I do it, I can feel a shiver run through him, which may be from the cold. He got soaking wet while moving that fractured tree with the gentleman who found us. I told him to blast the heat, but he didn’t. He mumbled something about being warm enough. Like I said, it could be the cold that made him shiver, or it could be something so much more.
We kissed and touched and basically consumed each other.
And really, it’s all I can think about and all I did think about on the drive home. I didn’t think about the weather or work or Ruth, or anything else that matters. Just Eoghan.
But we haven’t talked. In fact, the whole drive home was really quiet. If he was determined to get home before, he seemed even more so after the tree was moved.
And even now, he’s so quiet as he follows me up the stairs, but I feel this intense energy coming off him. I don’t know if he’s happy with what happened. I don’t know if he hates it. I wish I had the guts to ask, but I’m afraid if I speak, the only thing that will
come out of my mouth is, “Can I kiss you, again?”
Our apartment is pitch black. My hand seeks the light switch on the wall, but I’m struggling to find it. I freeze in place when Eoghan steps close behind me and puts his hand on my shoulder and then ever so slowly travels down the length of my arm and threads his fingers through mine. His other arm wraps around my tummy and pulls me close to him, my backside nestled against his front. I can feel the rhythm of his heavy breathing, his nose in my hair, and the pulse that beats rapidly beneath his skin.
With our hands entwined he guides my hand to the light switch and we press it on together. A dim lamp in the corner comes to life and I close my eyes, opting for the darkness after all.
Our fingers untangle and he moves his hand back up my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps as he goes. With the tips of his fingers, he traces part of my jaw, up to my ear, and then gently moves my hair off my neck and over to my other shoulder. A deep shudder goes through me, because I know what’s coming and it can’t come soon enough. His mouth grazes against my neck, the tip of his tongue making the faintest contact as he does it. A helpless little moan escapes me as I melt back against his body. His clothes are still damp, but his skin is hot to the touch.
“Tell me to stop,” he whispers into my ear. “Tell me to stop and I will.”
I shake my head, not really sure how to make words right now.
His kisses become more pronounced, his tongue more obvious, and then he’s back at my ear. “Do you want this?” he asks as his palm moves up my torso to my breasts. My nipples are so tight that it almost hurts.
“Yes,” I answer, my voice unrecognizable to my own ears.
He squeezes one of my breasts and the sensation is all consuming. My knees buckle and I press forward into his palm.
“Do you want me?”
“Yes,” I beg, and bite down on my bottom lip.
He rewards me with more kisses. So many kisses. And as he kisses my neck, my collarbone, my shoulder, my ear, and squeezes and teases here and there, he’s whispering in this incredibly deep and raw voice, “Because you’re all I want. Doing this with you is all I think about.”
I can’t take it like this anymore. I need him too much. I turn around and open my eyes. There’s a sparkler in my heart that ignites the moment I do. He’s gazing down at me with these wild, desperate eyes. Flecks of brown and green and gold irises thinly wrap around his pupils. They’re piercing me. We sway a little bit as he gently cups my cheek with a shaking hand. I can tell he’s barely holding it together. He’s trying so hard to be gentle, to be slow, to enjoy it, and I’m just ready for him to let loose. I’m ready for him to take me.
I lick my lips and whisper, “I want you, Eoghan.” And that does the trick. I’ve pushed him over the edge. Our mouths crash together and we become lips and hands and tongues and teeth. I’m desperately trying to get his clothes off, but I’m doing a terrible job at it.
Suddenly, I’m walking backward. He’s guiding me toward his bedroom as we continue to make out. The realization makes me stumble over my own feet, but before I can fall, he catches me and he lifts me up from below my butt. We’re still moving, so I wrap my legs around his waist and he takes advantage by groping me as we go. I’m letting him do all the work and he seems just fine with that.
Another dim light goes on, this time in his bedroom. I slide down the front of his body and with new determination, I try to get his clothes off. I start by unbuttoning the blue flannel shirt I admired so much this morning. He helps me out and pulls it off his body. My hands plant on his broad chest and slide up to his shoulders. He’s got that type of skin that makes men different—kind of smooth, a tiny bit soft, but mostly tough and taut. I don’t get to rest there long. My arms are moved above my head as he pulls my shirt off my body.
“I’ve dreamed of this moment,” he says at the sight of me in my bra. He pauses there, but I’m already trying to unbuckle his belt. This wakes him up a bit and he reaches around me to unclasp my bra. It takes a lot of effort and that makes me giggle. He just growls and kisses me again, totally distracting me from my task of getting his pants undone. Finally, he gets the damn bra unhooked and I can feel him smiling into our kiss. I’m not even sure how it happens, but the bra flies across the room. His mouth is moving south really fast now. My head drops back when he makes such perfect contact with one of my nipples. He licks and sucks and bites a little bit around the edges.
“Oh, my, yes…” I mumble nonsensically.
We’re not even lying down yet and I’m completely lost. I’m moaning ridiculously loud and I know I’m going to be embarrassed when he feels how wet he’s made me again. If he keeps going like this on my nipple, I’m going to come, I just know it.
He pauses, down on his knees, and hugs me around my belly. “God, Juliana,” he says into my chest. I’m worried that I’ve somehow broken him, because he just stays there holding me, the bridge of his nose pressed against the underside of my breast.
My fingers thread through his hair and he looks up at me.
“Eoghan,” I plead, because I need him so badly.
He squeezes me tighter.
“Please,” I whisper.
He finds his purpose again and works my other breast much in the same fashion as he did the first one. Then comes back up to my mouth. Nothing feels better than when we connect in a kiss. Well okay, that’s not exactly true…every touch with him is tied for first. We’re still in our pants and it’s driving me insane, so I go to work on my own and pull them, along with my panties, socks, and shoes off in probably the least graceful way possible. I kick them across the room as he just stares at my body.
“Fuck,” he groans and runs his hands through his hair. “You’re so—”
I cut him off by putting my mouth on his again, and then I finish the job I started and undo his pants. I get the zipper down carefully over his erection and then he grabs my hands and puts them back on his shoulders. He gives me such a deep kiss, such a heady kiss that I forget all about his pants.
He maneuvers a little, shifts, and then he’s about an inch shorter. I hear the sound of his pants falling to the floor and then I feel him. His cock is hot and hard and wet against me. My hand snakes down between us and finds him easily. Almost too easily. He’s fucking enormous. The moment I touch him, our kissing halts and he bites down on his lip while his eyes slam shut. His cock is uncut, broad, and stiff. It curves up to his own belly. I’m almost a little scared of it. Almost.
I start to stroke it and he grabs my hand. “Careful,” he mutters. “I’m not sure how long I’ll last.”
I know the feeling.
We’re somehow still standing and I don’t want to be anymore. I take a step back toward his bed and he catches my drift. The next thing I know, I’m on my back and he’s kissing down my neck with one of his tree-trunk thighs wedged between my legs. There’s enough pressure on my clit to drive me crazy, so as he continues to kiss and lick and nip all over my body, I writhe against him.
“Please touch me,” I beg, and I don’t have to ask him twice.
He shifts over, and then his fingers—which brought me such incredible pleasure in the car tonight—make the best kind of contact. He goes right for my clit this time and he inserts first one and then a second finger into me. It’s incredible, but it’s not what I want. I want to come with him inside me.
“Please, Eoghan, I want you.”
He slows down his assault and pulls his fingers out, but doesn’t completely stop. He’s still touching my clit as his cock slides slowly up and down my hip. He’s looking down at me, and those hazel eyes are as fierce as the day I met him.
“Please, I want you inside me,” I beg.
“Soon,” he says, and drops his forehead to mine as he fingers my clit to the absolute edge. “I wanna watch you do this again.”
He increases the pressure…the pace, too. I’m breathing so heavily it must look like something’s wrong with me.
“Let go,” he s
ays and I do.
Completely.
Again.
I blurt out something, maybe his name, maybe God’s. He’s right there with me, whispering to me, “I could watch you do that a million times more.”
And while I’m floating back to earth, trembling and unsteady, he’s doing something different, something away from me. I hear a drawer close and foil rip. I find my wits and sit up on my elbows to watch him roll a condom on over his mighty cock. I wouldn’t want to miss this. I’ve been with a few men and they’ve all been different and attractive in their own ways. Eoghan, though…well, there’s no comparison. I think I may be panting like some cartoon character. He’s just that hot and manly.
He crawls back onto the bed, between my legs, and meets my mouth with his own. It’s a quick kiss but it packs a punch, so much so I arch off the bed, my nipples getting the absolute pleasure of grazing against his pecs.
I open my legs and cradle him, and the underside of his erection rests between my slick, slick folds. And I’m ready. So ready for him.
His slides his cock up and down a few times on my sensitized flesh, which makes me crazy, and then I feel him at my entrance, pressing slowly forward.
I’m grateful for all the foreplay, for all the times he’s made me come tonight, because it’s intense. He’s stretching me open as he dips further into me. Our mouths are open at the sensation and our eyes flicker up to meet one another.
“Goddammit, this is…fuck…” He trails off, replacing words with grunts as he keeps pressing forward. He’s giving me these shallow open kisses, as if he’s in too fragile of a state to do more. Our noses keep nudging as he starts to rock a little bit and I start moaning, but in the best way. I feel so filled, so hot. I’m burning for him, absolutely burning.
“Okay?” he asks between heavy breaths.
“Uh-huh,” I breathe out. I just want more and he gives it to me.
He’s considerate with his pace until he knows for sure that I can take him. Once he knows, he loses most of his control. I do, too. I’m meeting his thrusts with my own.
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