Chapter 5

Chapter Five

Móirín

H is mouth is softer than I thought it would be. A man as big and muscular as him, do you think soft lips? No, right. His tongue teases me showing me what to do. I am so lost with his hands on me, and his mouth seducing me, that I don't notice we have moved until he is kissing all over my face, whispering in my ear and I am whimpering. My body doesn’t belong to me. It’s his right now.

“Fuck you look so sexy chasing your orgasm on my zipper.” My body stiffens at his words because that is exactly what I am doing. He chuckles before kissing me lightly. “It’s beautiful to watch sweetness.” I love his voice right now. “Legs down baby.” I look beneath me and see carpet. When I look around, I gasp, so confused about when we entered his bedroom.

I drop my legs from around his waist, wobbling a bit. He reaches out and settles me. “Uhm...” try to think of what to say. His hands move to my shoulders, and I hold my breath as he removes my shirt from my body.

“Don’t think, baby. Just feel.” He says against my lips, kissing me and stealing any argument I have. I mean I should be arguing right? Tradition aside, I don't know him, but it feels like I have known him my whole life. “God look at you,” he says. I feel his fingers touch my chest and I look down, shocked that he removed my shirt already. He is so far in my head already that I am losing time. His kisses are obviously a drug. I mean how do you explain I didn’t feel him undressing me. “Shit. How can a plain white bra be so fucking erotic?” I think it is a question meant for himself, but my body begins to flush under his scrutiny.

His finger traces the contour of my bra, goosebumps breaking out on my skin. I try not to breathe, afraid to inhale his deep rich scent. I mean if his kisses are a drug then his fragrance has to be lethal. “I...” I don’t finish my thought because my pants fall, pooling at my feet. My eyes drift closed but I can feel the appreciation and desire and it makes me preen.

“You what, baby? You have wet, soaked panties that need to be taken off?” I whimper under some sort of spell. “Good girl.” he whispers in my ear before kissing my neck. I feel myself glowing. Why do I want his approval? “Step out of them baby.” Step out of what? I look down and see him kneeling at my feet, urging me to lift my foot and relinquish my panties. I do as he commands with not an inch of hesitation, “Such an obedient little angel.”

He strips me of all of my clothes, his gaze searing my skin as he stands up and circles around me like his latest acquisition. “Oisín.” His name slides off my tongue like the finest silk. It sounds like I have been saying it forever. Who knows. As a person who believes in multiple lives, he could have been my destined mate in another life.

Walking backward, undressing himself with each step we take, he leans in and kisses me before demanding. “Say it again, sweetness. Say my name once more.” Why is every word out of his mouth making me wet and drippy?

“Ois...” before I finish his name his mouth is on mine, tangling with my tongue, laying me back on the bed so slick and smooth, I barely notice. His hands are everywhere now roaming my body, pulling at my nipples, gripping my hair and moving my head anyway he wants. I spread my legs further, intoxicated by his mouth. His waist hasn’t stopped moving, his cock hitting my clit with every move.

“Damn you’re fucking soaked baby. All mine.”

“Yes. Please, yes.” I would do anything for the pressure in my pussy to be relieved. “Please! I don’t think I can take it anymore! Please do something, anything!”

“You are such a sweet angel begging me to relieve you.” He moves and stands in front of me, close enough to kiss. “Do you want me to run my fingers through your pussy like this?” He runs his fingers through my wetness, back and forth. Every time he passes over my clit, I feel a burst electricity tugging on my clit making me wetter.

“Oh God, that feels so good!” I’m practically convulsing at this point; the need is so high.

“Oh…oh…oh.” I cry out close to letting go.

“Fuck, you’re so responsive. When I get my cock in you, I’m going to have to be ready to control your orgasm. You're going to go off like a fucking firecracker. My turn. Prop your legs on the bed and lean back. I want to see my pussy.”

Is he serious? I look into his eyes and his predatory gaze tells me he is. I spread my legs and put them on the bed, aware that my ass is on the edge and every part of me is open for him.

“Sweetness” His voice sounds like he is in pain. His jaw is hardened, his teeth grinding against one another. This is when I realize he is losing his control, and I am the one causing it. That is a feeling unlike anything else. “Look at you. You’re dripping all over the sheets.” His finger grazes my slit. He gathers my cream and brings it to his mouth. “Delicious.”

“Oisín, please.” I am losing my mind.

“Please what, baby? What do you need from me?”

“I need you to take the feeling away. I feel like something is creeping up my gut, tickling me as it goes.”

“Sweetness every time you say my name my cock leaks.” Before I can respond, he drops to his knees and his tongue takes over where his words stopped .

“Oh my!” I shout. “Please don’t stop.”

“Never.” He says, coming up for air. He is licking and sucking at me like I’m his last meal. I moan, no I whimper and keen when he takes a long languorous swipe from my ass, holding the cheeks open, to my clit and holy shit. Why didn't anyone tell me it felt so good? I want to move. Is it ok to move? I don’t know. Guess there is only one way to find out.

“Good God. Look at you riding my face.”

“Please. I can’t take it anymore.” The slurping noises make more wetness. It’s so damn hot.

“My beautiful, sweet girl. You are a dream come true, when you cum. Your thighs are wet and sticky. You have no idea how much agony your body has had me in waiting to make you mine.”

“Yes.” I cry out, still riding the wave from the orgasm but also from his fingers inside of me.

“You have a body made for redemption, adoration and for carrying my children.” Why is that so hot? His wet mouth teases my nipples. His hands haven't stopped dipping in and out of my pussy, tormenting my clit. “Look at you. So sensitive and ready for me.”

“Yes. So ready.” How is it that what seems like mere minutes ago I was thinking of the reason why this shouldn’t be happening but now I am on my back, begging him not to stop? Should I be worried about something?

“Good. There is no way I can stop now. Grab the back of your knees and open them and pull them back. “I need to fucking deep fuck you right out of the gate.” I am free falling and I don’t want to be caught. Yet.