Conall

by Reana Malori

  “I should be. But I’m not.” Her whispered words reached him just as he felt her hand start to unbutton his shirt.

  “Why not?” Fuck, he wanted to rip her dress off and claim her right there on the couch, but he wanted her to have this moment.

  Pulling out of his arms, she adjusted her body. Going up on her knees, she hiked her dress up and swung one leg over his lap, straddling his body. Leaning down to lightly kiss him on the lips, she said, “I see you, Conall. Just as you see me. We’re here with each other because we’re supposed to be. So, no. I’m not afraid to be here with you. This. You. Is what I need.” She pressed down onto him and he could feel the heat coming through her panties and seeping through his pants. His cock got even harder, if that was possible.

  He craved this beautiful woman, with her sassy personality and ability to draw him in. Rubbing his hands along her bare thighs, her skin was smooth and soft to the touch. Hazel eyes looked into his green ones as she continued unbuttoning his shirt. Fingers skimming along the skin of his chest, her nails lightly scratching him as they held each other’s gaze. Dipping her head every so often, she would nip and kiss his lips. Her tongue coming out to rub along his lower lip. It took everything he had not to take over. Need was clawing at him from the inside out. When her hips started gyrating and her wet pussy started to dampen his pants—that’s when he let the beast out.

  Conall grabbed her face within his two hands and her whimper of need tore through him. “Enough,” he growled. “You’ve teased me long enough. My turn.” Pulling her down closer to him, he captured her mouth in a kiss that burned through any pretense that this was anything less than pure, unadulterated desire. He needed her like he needed his next breath. Sinking inside of her was all he could think of right now. Pulling away just slightly, he forced himself to speak. “Bedroom. Now.” Grabbing her under her ass, he lifted her from the couch and walked in the direction she pointed.

  * * * * *

  Conall allowed her to slide down his body, her feet landing solidly on the floor of her bedroom. Lifting his head to look around, he whispered, “This looks exactly how I thought it would. Too bad we don’t have more time to enjoy it, but we have more pressing matters at hand.”

  “We do?” she asked. Standing this close to him, her arms were looped over his shoulders, her hands playing in the wisps of his thick dark hair.

  “Yes, we do. Like how fast can I undress you? How many times can I make you come with my tongue? What your moans will sound like as I’m fucking you.” His grip tightened on her as he said the words, his mouth claiming hers once again. Firm lips met her soft ones as his kiss deepened, making her panties even wetter.

  A slight moan released from her throat. Her body began to squirm in anticipation. Gawd, she wanted this man like no other. Questioning her desire for him was no longer an issue. She knew this was what she needed. They began moving toward her bed as he brought his hands up to her shoulders, slowly peeling her dress from her body. Tatiana broke their kiss, her breathing was heavy as she spoke, “Let me undress you, Conall.”

  He smiled. “I’m all yours.” If she never lived past this moment, it would be enough.

  Hands shaking slightly, she finished unbuttoning his shirt, unveiling his perfectly chiseled chest to her gaze. Lifting his shirttails from his pants, she pushed the material off of his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor at their feet. Running her hands over his shoulders, she slowly traced his muscles, memorizing the feel of his body against her fingertips.

  “Baby, you’re killing me here,” his ragged voice spoke into the silence.

  “I’m getting there.” She laughed as she reached his pants and grabbed at his belt buckle.

  “You have exactly ten seconds to get us both completely undressed or else I’m taking over,” he growled low in her ear.

  “Ahhh, baby, you can’t rush perfection,” she teased back.

  “Just try me.” He laughed. Dipping his head lower, Conall’s teeth nipped at the skin between her ear and her shoulder, causing a zing of electricity to rip through her body. Her nipples pebbled and her pussy clenched. Moving faster, she removed his belt and unzipped his pants.

  “You have five seconds,” he whispered.

  “Conall, no fair. I’m moving as fast as I can.” She smiled as she responded to his demands. If she were honest with herself, she wouldn’t mind him taking over. She rather enjoyed the control he exuded.

  “Too late.”

  “Aaaggghhh! Conall!” she screamed as he moved to grab her. Lifting her in his arms, he moved to the bed and threw her down. Giggles escaped her as she finally got exactly what she was hoping for.

  “I told you I had little patience tonight.” Quickly removing the rest of his clothing, he turned to face her and she gasped.

  “Oh wow,” she said as she took in his size. Thick and long, his veiny cock was straining toward her as if seeking her out. The tip glistened with pre-cum and her mouth ached to taste him. She must have made a movement toward him, because his next words stopped her.

  “There’ll be time for that later. Right now, I need to be inside you.” Leaning down on the bed, he kissed her again, his mouth slanting over hers. Lifting her body up to his, she tried to keep the connection even as he pulled away. “You’re wearing too many clothes.” He pulled her dress down over her shoulders, and under her breasts. She had purposely worn something that didn’t require a bra. Hell, her mama didn’t raise no fool.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered as his mouth captured one nipple in his mouth.

  As he suckled her breasts, she whimpered in need, her hips moving and shifting as she continued pulling her dress off. “Conall, please.”

  Lifting his head from her breasts, he smiled at her as he licked her nipple one last time. Moving to the end of the bed, he positioned his body near her feet so that he could help pull the rest of her clothing off. Focused on his task, he continued to kiss and nibble her breasts, ribcage, stomach, hips, knees and ankles. Teasing and tasting her almost to the point of no return.

  He knew exactly what he was doing to her, because she was certain he could feel her body quivering from the sensation of his lips on her skin.

  Soon enough, her clothes were removed and tossed aside in their haste. She lay naked in front of him, body bared to his raw, hungry gaze.

  Roughened hands grabbed her knees and spread them wide. Her breath caught as she realized what he was seeing. The proof of her desire for him coated her labia and her thighs. Her slick wetness was unmistakable. Kissing his way back up, he paused at her pussy and inhaled.

  “I need to taste you,” his gruff voice reached her ears just as he leaned down and swiped his tongue over the lips of her pussy.

  “Oh fuck,” she exclaimed in ecstasy. “Don’t stop, Conall. Please! Don’t stop.”

  * * * * *

  Conall almost came undone. Seeing her look at him with lust-filled eyes, all he wanted to do was plunge inside her and force the memory of every other man out of her mind. No one but him would ever see her like this. Taste her essence. Experience her lovemaking. She was it for him. He had to please her first and his goal was to give her pleasure unlike anything she’d known before. Tatiana was his.

  “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m not going to stop. Nothing can make me stop. Before this night is over, you’ll be screaming my name, and your pleasure, loud enough for everyone to hear.

  Dipping his head down to her moist channel his tongue lapped at her pussy from bottom to top. Spreading her womanly folds, his tongue had a mind of its own. It was hell-bent on tasting and feasting on every part of her.

  “Conall, yes! Oh my, this feels so good,” she moaned and it was like music to his ears.

  He didn’t respond. There was no need. Words simply weren’t necessary right now and his mouth was busy. As long as she continued to pant breathlessly and moan her pleasure, then he must be doing something right.

  “Oh, fuck! Yes…please,” she begged. “I’m about to come.
Keep going. Oh, my God!” He felt her body break apart and her juices flowed into his mouth.

  It was the sweetest ambrosia and he couldn’t get enough. He could stay between her legs all night if she’d let him. He continued to lick and sip at her center until he was certain he had lapped up all the wetness flowing from her body. The fact that her body was still shaking and experiencing aftershocks put a smile on his face. Oh yeah, this night was just the beginning. Kissing his way back up her sweat-slicked body, he positioned his body so that the tip of his cock bumped against her slick channel. Her thick thighs cradled his large body and he wanted to sink inside of her. Finally face to face again, his elbows resting beside her head, Conall leaned down to kiss her, allowing her to taste her essence on his tongue.

  His cock was pulsing, needing to be inside her. Anticipating how good she would feel, Conall trailed his fingers lightly up her hip and across her stomach. Picturing his seed coating her womb, Conall reached the point of no return. Breaking their kiss, he whispered, “Tatiana, baby, let me make you mine. I need to be inside you.”

  * * * * *

  Tatiana couldn’t think straight. The only thing on her mind was making love to Conall. The dream was becoming reality and she never wanted it to stop. Feeling Conall slide inside of her slick channel, she looked up into his intense eyes and saw something there that she was afraid to name.

  “Conall?” The word came out as a question.

  “Yes, baby. This is all for you. I told you we had something special,” he said, continuing to rock back and forth as he spread her wide open.

  Even though she was soaking wet and more than ready for him, he still had to enter her slowly due to his size. She’d never been with anyone this big and oh goodness it felt like heaven.

  Finally embedding himself to the hilt inside of her, Conall began to stroke in and out in slow, easy motions. Oh fuck, she felt so full. He was so deep inside of her; she could almost feel him in her womb. The lovemaking was so good, so intense, neither of them could speak. Grabbing one of her legs, he pulled it over his shoulder, going even deeper inside of her body. Their kisses were ragged and sloppy, the time for gentleness had passed.

  For the longest time, the only sounds from their mouths were grunts and groans as they rode out the intense feelings they created in each other.

  Conall surged inside of her, bottoming out each time as he took her to a place she’d never been before. “Conall, yes,” she screamed.

  “Yes, baby. This is my pussy. You’re mine, Tatiana, and I’m never letting you go. I can’t. I won’t.”

  “Never let me go. Oh, this feels so good,” she managed to whimper. “I’m yours. All yours.”

  Tatiana knew that from this moment, there would be no other man for her. She would crave this man from this point forward.

  Chapter Seven

  Sitting in his sunroom Sunday morning in silk pajama bottoms, but no shirt or shoes, Conall couldn’t help the smile that came over his face. This weekend with Tatiana had been everything he had hoped and more than he could have imagined.

  He could honestly say, going to Tatiana’s on Thursday night instead of waiting until Friday had been the right thing to do. Making love to her that first time was one for the record books. It was as if he couldn’t get enough of her. They’d christened every inch of her bedroom. At one point, she went out to the kitchen to grab them something to drink and he’d followed her. When she turned and saw him standing there, her hands went to her hips and he could only stop and stare at the vision that stood in front of him.

  “Conall, why are you following me? I just came to get something to drink,” she said with a sexy smile.

  “You were gone too long,” he said, stalking toward her.

  “Um, it was like five seconds.” She laughed.

  “Exactly. Too damn long,” he growled. Having her out of his sight for even a few seconds had been too much.

  “Oh,” she’d responded, her eyes going wide as she looked down at his hardening cock. “Um, Conall?”

  “I need you again, baby,” his husky voice called out to her.

  “Oh, you do?” She smiled in that sexy-kitten way she had.

  “Yes, I do. Come on, sweetness, come to Daddy.”

  Fucking her on the kitchen counter hadn’t been part of the plan, but oh well. He’d had to improvise when he saw her naked body traipsing toward him, her hair messy from their previous romps, her lips swollen from his kisses, and the beads of sweat glistening over her body. The caveman in him had taken over. Nothing would have stopped him from taking her right then and there. And he did.

  After they’d finally passed out from exhaustion and gotten a few hours of sleep, he’d convinced her to take the day off on Friday and come back to his place. Which, for him, was huge. Conall didn’t bring women to his home. Ever.

  Then again, Tatiana wasn’t just any woman. No, she was something much more. It would take some convincing, some coercion, and more mind-blowing sex before she would agree.

  When he’d called Margorie to tell her that he was taking a long weekend to handle some things, he could tell she’d been shocked. Not that Conall didn’t take time off, because he did. But at the moment he’d been on the phone, Tatiana had come into the room and asked him what type of clothes she should bring with her. His response of “Nothing. You won’t need clothes,” had silenced not only Tatiana, but Margorie as well.

  They spent the weekend in his penthouse talking, getting to know each other, and having sex in every room. The one thing they never discussed was her brother or the reason why he’d been afraid of the O’Sheas in the first place. It was the one thing that remained between them and that bothered him to some degree. It shouldn’t, but it did. How the hell was he supposed to be with her, make love to her, when this threat hung over his head? What if he had to kill her brother?

  Sure, his guy, Dillon, was watching over her brother to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid, but that only took care of so much. In the end, something would have to give. Sipping his coffee, he looked out over the city and sighed deeply. He just needed a few more days like this and he could die a happy man. Tatiana had already come to mean too much to him. What the fuck was he supposed to do now?

  Hearing her walk through the other room as she made her way over to him, he turned his head to look at her. Beautiful. That was the one word that came to mind every time he looked at her. She fit him so perfectly. The way her body molded to his when they made love. The breathy moans she made as he claimed her body over and over again. He should make a fucking recording of them so that he could listen to it as he fell asleep at night. Pasting a smile on his face, he reached one hand out to her, pulling her closer to him.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” he greeted. Not wanting her sitting across the table from him, he motioned for her to sit down on his lap. Something in him needed her close. This was dangerous territory for him and he knew it.

  “Hey, handsome. Why are you sitting out here on your own? You should have woken me up,” she said on a yawn, leaning her head down to rest on his shoulder.

  Fuck, he loved being with her. This woman had come to mean so much to him in such a short time.

  “You needed your rest. Plus, you looked peaceful and I didn’t want to disturb that.” He knew their time was coming to an end and didn’t want to rush it. Just a few more hours were all he needed before life came crashing down around them.

  “Hmmm, okay. So what are you out here thinking about all by your lonesome?” she asked, snuggling closer to his body.

  How much I want you to stay with me. That I want to protect you from who I am. How can I convince you to have faith that I’ll protect you once you find out who I really am and what I’m capable of? Those were the words he wanted to say, but instead, what came out was, “I want to make love to you here, in the sunroom.”

  Laughing at him, she lifted her head as she took in his face. “What? What if someone sees us?”

  “They won’t. We’r
e up too high. The only people who can see us are in airplanes and those across the way in that other building. But who cares? I want to make love to my woman. I want to see your skin glowing under the light of the sun as I remind you exactly who you belong to,” he said as he lifted one hand to her breast, sliding inside his bulky robe covering her body. His hand grabbed onto her heavy breast, his fingers tweaking one nipple, pinching it between his forefinger and thumb.

  “I know who I belong to, Conall. Hell, the entire building knows who I belong to if my screaming it over and over again is anything to go by.” She gasped aloud as he shifted his body, his hand moving from her breast, blazing a trail of heat down to her slick channel. His other hand grabbed her hair, curling it into his fist as he pulled her head back, baring her neck. One hand teased her clit, using her own slickness to tease and tantalize her. The other hand held her head in position for his mouth to suck and kiss at the erogenous zone at the base of her neck.

  “I still think we need to remind them,” he said as he dipped one finger into her hot channel, fingering her with his thick digit.

  “Yes. Yes, I agree,” she panted.

  “Who do you belong to, Tatiana?” he questioned. This need to force her to repeatedly state out loud that she was his was not going away. Every bone in his body screamed at him to give her exactly what she needed. To make her crave him like a drug.

  “You. I belong to you,” she whimpered.

  “Say my name, kitten,” he demanded.

  “Conall. I belong to Conall O’Shea,” her voice called out just as her orgasm washed over her. Fluids leaked out of her and coated his fingers. Yes, this was exactly what he needed. Cock straining to get inside of the only woman who made him lose control, he removed his finger from her pussy. Loosening his hold on her hair, he turned her face to him as he placed his finger in his mouth and sucked her essence and juices from his digit.