Irish Fling

by Valerie Douglas

  Ali trembled and then her body bucked as he touched that sensitive bud between her thighs. He touched her again and she jolted, again, more gently. A soft man filled her throat. Again, exploring her, he touched, stroked, until she was nearly whimpering with the pleasure that gathered deep in her belly. She let her head fall back as he sucked hard on her breast, buried his mouth in it, her hands locked in his hair. His fingers slid down. He speared them into her and a moan of pleasure ripped from her.

  Aidan slipped his fingers up the tender folds between her thighs and her body quivered.

  Amazing.

  Her golden eyes fluttered, blind to anything but him, his touch. It was intoxicating… astonishing.

  He slid his fingers up to circle, to tease that delicate tip to feel her tremble, as he savaged her breast.

  Down, he drove his fingers deep into her as she moaned. She was so hot, so tight but he wanted this to last. It was so good. He let his fingers slide up to circle that little nub again, to caress it. The muscles in her thighs jumped, twitched to each delicate touch, a cry built in her throat.

  Aidan wanted her but knew if he took her now it would be done and he wanted more, so much more. It was will and will alone, that kept him from taking her then and there. God knew he was rock hard behind the zipper of his slacks.

  He teased her, teased them both, drew it out. Touching, suckling, as the cry built in her throat, her body trembled nearly uncontrollably in his arms. He took her up, up. The cry was nearly a sob and then she came, hard. Her body arched as the cry broke free and he drove his fingers up into her. Her eyes shot open in shock and amazement as another jolt ripped through her.

  He held her tightly as she trembled. “I’ve got you, Ali,” he said softly.

  Those incredible eyes looked up at him, dazed, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed with color. “Please…”

  If he’d doubted she would want more, that one word erased his doubts.

  Her hands moved at his belt, unfastened it to free him. It was all he needed.

  Standing back a moment, he kicked it all away.

  Ali’s breath caught…as limp as she felt, simple wonder overcame her.

  Incredible, was all she could think as she reached for him, for the broad muscles she’d seen earlier, the tight abs, all of him, rampant, beautiful… Her fingers traced the long hard length of him lightly, and he twitched, groaned.

  Her simple, almost childlike wonder and amazement was intensely gratifying, the slide of her hands caressing him even more so. When she pressed her mouth to his chest, her hands gliding over his waist, sliding up his back to draw him closer, it was even more so. He’d never had a woman do that. Her mouth was hot on his skin, brushing across his nipple. His rigid shaft was between those glorious breasts then her fingers brushed him and his hardness turned to a nearly intolerable ache.

  Hot, her mouth, her tongue danced over his abdomen. It drifted down and Aidan thought he’d died and gone to heaven. He let his head fall back. With a soft sigh, her lips brushed over the head and Aidan scrambled for control, his hands clenched in her hair. One of her hands tightened on his hip, the other found him. The hot wetness of her mouth closed around and over him… Aidan groaned. He was so hard and that felt so incredible.

  Deeper, on a groan, he wrenched her head back desperately.

  “Not yet,” he said, struggling for control.

  Her golden eyes met his, heavy lidded, her mouth soft.

  “So beautiful,” he whispered, not knowing he’d said it out loud.

  It amazed him how lovely she was. Her rippling hair tumbled over bare shoulders, framed those gilt and green eyes, that fine-boned face, her breasts were full, tip-tilted, the nipples still hard, her waist slender, her hips just full enough.

  “I want this to last,” he said, as he lowered his mouth to hers once again, stretching out beside her to cup her other breast, capturing the nipple.

  Ali sighed, arched as his fingers trapped it, pinched and played as her breast swelled against and her nipple hardened.

  “Aidan,” she whimpered against his mouth as sensation flooded her again.

  “This time,” he said, “I want to watch…”

  Something about his words set her on fire. Her breath caught as his mouth hovered above her breast, his mouth just brushing the hardness there, teasing. Already it ached. His sky-blue eyes watched her as he closed his lips around that tender tip.

  Pleasure speared through her, a gasp caught in her throat as she felt his fingers slip between her thighs again.

  “Aidan,” she whispered, and then he touched…and suckled.

  Her breath caught as her body jolted….delicious, wonderful…Again.

  Watching her face, watching the color rise beneath her skin, Aidan played.

  Such a wonder she was.

  Nibbling her nipple until she moaned, his fingers having found and drawn out her secrets, he used that knowledge to torment her, to pleasure her, until she writhed helplessly against him.

  Her nipples were both hard, her body trembled to his touch, her eyelids fluttered over those incredible eyes. She had surrendered to him, to his touch, nearly completely.

  God, she was incredible.

  So beautiful, her body quivering. Her breasts were swollen from his attentions. Those magnificent eyes fluttered.

  He slipped down her the length of her body, to the soft curls, slid his hands beneath her hips and tasted her.

  Ali gasped, cried out, her hands clenched in the covers.

  Slipping his hands further beneath her tight bottom, Aidan lifted her, his tongue flicked across that tender nub, teased, sipped, as the muscles in her abdomen tightened. Sliding the fingers of one hand closer to her core, he sucked gently. Breath sobbed in her throat as he slid a single finger inside her to stroke as his tongue touched her gently.

  Ali had never known such a gentle touch could spur so much pleasure. Softly, carefully, he sucked on her, stroked inside her. She writhed as pleasure built inside her. She’d never known this was possible.

  Drawing that sensitive nub into his mouth, Aidan sucked on it gently as he stroked. Watching her face, he saw her surrender to him completely, go blind, her body stiffened, arched. He suckled, gently at first and then with more intensity as her body grew taut, as the finger inside her stroked. She was so deliciously tight, so hot, so wet, so very wet. He wanted to feel that around him. Quickly he slid the condom over his length. He couldn’t hold out much long.

  The cry of pleasure was caught in her throat…her hips bucked.

  He drew on her, speared three fingers deep inside her, preparing her for him, and she cried out, her breath sobbing as her head dropped back, and then her body arched as another cry ripped from her throat.

  She was so small, and so tight, he was almost afraid he’d hurt her but he was beyond that now.

  Lifting himself over her, Aidan drove into her hot tight wetness as she rose to take him. Her hips lifted up, her hands clenched, nails scraping across his back as she clung to him.

  She was as sweetly tight, deliriously and wonderfully tight, as he’d thought. Her hips pumped as he pierced her. He thrust into that hot, tight, wetness as she closed around him even more tightly. He sheathed himself in her. Drove into her, filled her, buried himself inside her. She was so good, so tight, so hot. He pushed deeper as her hips rose to take him, as she cried out, her hand clenched in the blankets, trying to take all of him. He filled her, all the way to the top. God, she felt like heaven. She clenched around him, her hips pumped.

  Ali could feel nothing but Aidan inside her. He was huge, piercing her, spreading her, stretching her, the sensation was incredible…

  Wonderful, he felt wonderful, she wanted to feel all of him.

  “Aidan,” she cried, as he wallowed in her.

  It was glorious, wonderful. He sank deeper, deeper, into her tight wetness. He shifted his hips to savor every inch, her wetness opening her to him, driving deeper…filling her with him.

  All con
scious thought was gone, there was nothing but him as he filled her, stretched her. Ali reveled in it, delirious.

  “Please,” she begged, even if she didn’t know precisely what she begged for…

  Aidan gave it to her, driving deeper, harder, wallowing in her hot, tight wetness, nearly mindless himself for the pleasure of it. His hips thrusting, seeking more sensation as she closed even more tightly around him.

  “Tell me,” he whispered, not knowing he said it, “let me hear you…”

  Ali did. She cried out as her pleasure took her.

  Each cry, each pulse around him fueled Aidan’s frenzy. He couldn’t get enough of her. He pounded into her, going as deep as he could, deeper as she quivered beneath him. She writhed beneath his, trying to take all of him, to the very top of her.

  He drove into her… ah Heaven…deeper…as she bucked. More… He clasped her legs, drew them apart, open, and he sank deeper as she arched, her hips still thrusting.

  It felt so good, she felt so good…

  Aidan’s body tightened, he was as hard as iron but he wasn’t ready for it to be over yet…

  He wanted to wallow in her delicious wetness, to drive her mad…to wallow and drive himself mad.

  So he did as she cried out, her body writhing beneath his, her head thrashing, her hips bucking…

  Ali wanted, needed…

  “Dear God, Aidan,” she cried.

  Nearly delirious himself, holding onto control by a thread, Aidan groaned.

  He spread her legs and drove deeper as she arched to take him, those beautiful breasts offering themselves. Battening on one, suckling hard, biting and drawing on it, her felt her shuddering, tightening around him, stroking him from within. He nearly lost his mind. Clinging to his need for more, he withdrew, drawing her up to her shaky knees and plunging into her again as she moaned and cried out. Her body arched, her arms braced to take him, her hips shifted… He could feel himself at the top of her and hammered into her as she braced her arms to take him.

  Incredible….more…

  She cried out, lost in the pleasure of it.

  “More,” he demanded, his hand curling around her breast, tightening, his fingers pinching the nipple.

  She bucked, as he hammered deeply into her, deliciously.

  “Please,” she begged.

  “Not yet,” he said, drawing her to the side of the bed, standing, holding her hips.

  Then he drove into her, hard and deep, so hard his eyes closed, but he could feel her, every inch of her surrounding him, so tight, so hot, so wet… More… he battered her, his need overtaking him. Incredibly he felt her spread her legs to take him deeper.

  Aidan lost all control. He pounded into her, battered her. He was relentless, hard, hammering into as she writhed and bucked beneath him, her arms braced as he went deeper than any other…all the way to the heart of her.

  Ecstasy took Ali, glory and pleasure. Shuddering as it swept through her, she felt her core close around the throbbing length of him inside her.

  He was so hard, like iron. He pounded against her, and then he erupted inside her, filling her, pumping, pumping, each throb and pulse ripping through him, through her…

  “Yes,” Ali cried, “Come. Come…”

  And Aidan did, filling her, his hands locked on her hips as he gushed into her, filled her, every inch of her…

  “Yes,” Ali whispered, “Yes, please…

  It seemed to go on forever…and it was wonderful…he just spilled into her…and he could see her smile as she took him, as she turned her head a little so she could look at him

  “Aidan...”

  His name was a tremulous whisper.

  They collapsed, both of them, wrapped around each other.

  With a little effort Aidan drew them both up, Ali curled into the curve of his body until they were safely within reach of the pillows. He drew the comforter up over them. Briefly, he wondered if he’d hurt her. She was so small… Then she snuggled into him and sighed with pleasure as his hand closed around her breast.

  Relaxed, relieved, Aidan drew her in closer.

  Exhausted, they fell asleep.

  Chapter Five

  With a sigh of contentment, Aidan drifted just around the edge of consciousness, curled around Ali, her warmth pressed against him. His hand was curled around one full breast. A breast. Real, full, firm. Delicious. Almost unconsciously, he closed his mouth around it. This was something he couldn’t have done in the past.

  A part of him waited to be pushed away as Devon had done.

  As Ali awakened, as her body responded, still half asleep, she curled a hand around his head to draw his mouth against her, her body arching. Even sore from the attentions of the night before, she was still aching within seconds, wanting more.

  Helpless, she surrendered to pleasure as Aidan suckled at first one then the other of her breasts.

  This time it was only for pleasure, Aidan watching her eyes as he played with her. Those eyes were incredible, darkening as his mouth drew on her as his fingers slipped inside her, just two at first. He spread them, stroked, spread, stroked and spread. Her eyes opened, darkened as she awakened, then hazed.

  The taste was wonderful, the feel of her nipple hardening beneath his tongue incredible, drawing back to see it hard, distended. Closing his teeth on it, nibbling on it until the breath sobbed in her throat, was wonderful. To play with her, his fingers already coated in her wetness, to slide them across her most sensitive, most secret places, to play, to watch her arch and tremble…now that was magic.

  To close his teeth on that sensitive nipple as his fingers danced on her…watching her eyes go blind, her body rise, trembling. To hold her at the precipice…her body arched, her breath caught in her throat.

  Rolling, Aidan lifted her.

  Feeling him against her, Ali’s eyes widened, looked down at him as he settled her on top of him, let her slide down the length of him, his hands shifting her as he impaled her on him. Her eyes fluttered with pleasure.

  Aidan lifted, drove up into her.

  Her body arched, her magnificent breasts rising, her glorious hair spilled back to brushing against his thighs.

  Aidan filled his hands with those beautiful breasts then let one hand fall between her thighs as he thrust upward.

  His thumb brushed over the delicate nub between them. He felt the muscles inside her clench, release, clench, with each touch.

  Deliberately, he watched, his hips driving him up into her as he played with her. Her head tossed, her hair spilling over her shoulders and breasts. Beautiful, so beautiful.

  Her hands fluttered over him and then he rose up to take her other breast in his mouth, and she exploded, her body shuddering.

  Aidan emptied into her…and wrapped himself around her, held her as she trembled, brushing the hair back from her lovely face. She smiled at him, her hand lifting to cup his face.

  Shaking her head, Ali stroked her hands across the muscles of his chest, the hard muscles of his abdomen, his lean narrow hips. She loved that he held her as she came. Looking up at him, she was still incredulous.

  So handsome, she thought, with those blue eyes and that thick dark hair.

  Lowering his mouth to hers, he kissed her gently.”Shower first?

  He truly enjoyed the evident pleasure she took in looking at him, touching him, her hands brushing across his chest in wonder. All that work in the gym had been worth it, then, if just for this.

  For himself, her breasts were a pleasure, running soapy hands over them, and her bottom, as those incredible eyes twinkled. Would he ever get used to looking at them, the gold melting into the thin crescents of green? Amazing eyes in a sweet and lovely face…

  They stretched out on the bed with the maps, Ali wearing only those tiny scraps of lace, the bra and panties as pretty shade of green this time, while drawing a wide-toothed comb through thick mass of her damp hair, teasing the tangles from the curls.

  “Let me do that,” Aidan said, just to enjoy t
he feel of it.

  With a sigh as he ran the comb through her hair, Ali said, “While there are things I want to see in the north, I don’t know if I have enough time....”

  She had to be practical, sooner or later she was going to have to start earning some money. After the debacle of her last job, she knew the last thing she wanted again was for her schedule, her life, to be at the mercy of others. No matter what you gave them, they always wanted more. This time, she would work for herself as a consultant, an independent contractor, choosing only the jobs she wanted to do. She had enough experience, the rest was training and skill. She had both.

  “…so, I think west then,” she said.

  “Did you want to see Galway?” he asked.

  He had offices there, closed on this day, of course, it being Sunday. Still, he had no desire to go there. The chance of meeting someone who knew him was too great.

  With a smile, she shook her head. “No, cities are cities wherever you go.”

  “That’s true enough.”

  Paris had been grand, as was Rome, but once you’d seen the Eiffel Tower or the Coliseum, they were cities, with all the hustle and bustle of them. There were those who loved cities but he wasn’t one of them. Aidan was comfortable enough, but he was a Kerry lad, born in the country, and he still loved the country best.

  They shared that in common.

  It was a relief not to have to worry about it.

  “No, County Clare,” she said, “and the Burren…”

  “Clare it is,” he said.

  She followed him to his room, eyeing his untouched bed and wondering what their hosts would think, but by then they’d be long gone. She watched him change into a simple loose blue shirt and a pair of slacks that made the most of his long legs.

  They took breakfast at the house, the lady of the house the only one in attendance but she was smiling, kind, Mrs. Monaghan.

  A full Irish breakfast awaited them if they wanted it.

  Ali opted for the oatmeal, with some fruit on the side, to Aidan’s evident amusement. He helped himself to a hefty portion of eggs, sausage and such.

  Ali took a spoonful…and closed her eyes against a rush of memories.