Page 58 of Kiss Me Again
This will not do at all.
Wrapping my lips around him there, I enjoy the growls from his throat as I take more of him into my mouth. His growls make me ache for him. He tastes so good that I want to take all of them at once, but I also want to torture him a little. To make him feel at least some of the strife I’ve been feeling around him.
And that’s what it’s been. This whole time, since I’ve been working with him and our agreement not to let this happen, has been pure torture. Each time he passed me in the kitchen or we swapped bedtime story duty or any other moment we’ve had since that kiss on our beach day, I have longed to feel him pressed up against me. To taste him. To feel those electric lips on me again. Never in my life has someone had such a hold on me.
Maybe that’s why this feels so good. And so right.
Soon, I have him in my throat, thrusting into my face and breathing hard. He grabs my ponytail to keep me at his pace, and I love that. Feeling like he has all the control, while knowing it’s me who has him by the balls. He bucks into my mouth, his cock straining inside the skin. Cormac hisses, “I need to be inside of you.”
I look up at him from beneath my lashes, and he meets my gaze as I take him further in. He rasps, “Fuck, Lily, I need—
But I shake my head and keep at him, sucking him in so deep that I can hardly breathe. I massage his sac as I do it, and soon, his fingers weave against my scalp. He sucks in a breath and his cock tightens as he thrust into my throat. Cormac warns, “Soon!”
And I keep at him, sucking, rubbing, bobbing at his pace, doing anything I can to make him come. I want that more than air. Want to make him feel good. Want to taste all of him.
No. Not want. I need to. Whatever this is between us, Ineedto make him feel good.
His grunts and gasps grew loud as he came down my throat, his body jerking out of his control into my face. When he stops shuddering and pulls out from between my lips, I can’t help but smile up at him. I’d done it. Made him feel good.
Cormac growls, “Take off your pants.”
But instead, I lick up his soft shaft. “You’re spent.”
He laughs harshly, half out of breath still. Then he pushes me back against the bed so hard that I bounce on it, and he tugs at my pants until they slide down my legs, leaving me in my underwear. Cormac gets on his knees between my feet and kisses up my legs, one side, then the other, as he makes his way to my core. There, he gently bites me over my underwear, and I yelp and pop up onto my elbows.
“Hey!”
He laughs in that throaty, manly way. Then he runs his palm over me there, pressing against me. “Are you always this wet for me?”
I breathe, “Yes.”
“Good.” He pulls my underwear off and lies on top of me. But instead of thrusting into me, he straddles my waist, careful not to give me his full weight, and pulls my top off. “That bra has to go.”
“Well, I can’t do that while you’re sitting on me.”
Instead of moving, he rubs my tits over my bra, letting the lace bite into my nipples. He palms me there, warming me through and making me moan again. “God, that sound.” At that moment, he hardens up again and climbs off of me and as he does, I lose the bra and pull my ponytail down. I want to shove him onto the bed and mount him right then. To close the distance between us and feel him fill me up again. I yearn for it.
Cormac lies beside me and, with a hand on my chest, presses me onto the bed. He kisses my shoulder, my collarbone, taking his time with each kiss. His hand stirs a circle around my nipples before he cups my breasts. I lasso his neck with my arms and pull him close to me, longing for more. But he is in no hurry.
And it drives me crazy.
“Cormac,” I whisper. “I need you.”
“I’m all yours.” He pulls me onto him, only not where I’d thought he would. Instead, he pushes me upwards until I straddle his face. The padded headboard in front of me, I grab the edge as he wraps his arms around my thighs and his mouth starts in on me.
“Mm, fuck!” I hiss.
His mouth fits around my clit, sucking in pulses on me there. I am shaking hard for him, and I nearly lose my grip on the headboard. It’s so intense that I zip through the buildup and wonder if he’s going to drown. So fucking wet. My body throbs on his tongue, and before I know it, I’m coming on his face. I bite my forearm to stop from screaming so loud that I wake anyone.
When I start to come down, my body goes limp, and Cormac guides me into the bed, laying me next to him. He climbs on top of me, and I kiss my taste from his lips while he parts my thighs. Our kisses are feverish, both of us too filled with the need for this to slow down. His cock presses against me there, and I jut my hips up to meet him, taking in as much as he’ll give me. As he fits inside, I’m shaking all over again.
Once he’s up to the hilt, a new sound comes out of both of us. Not a moan, not a grunt. Something in between that comes up from our souls. I tightly wrap my legs around him, and he scoops beneath me, pressing me to his chest as he thrusts. Close is not close enough.
At that angle, he rubs that right spot inside. The one that makes my eyes roll back and draws me near. I bite his bottom lip, needing something, anything, to dig myself into. A way to stay grounded and not lose myself in the moment. But all it does is make me want more. So I cling to him, with my arms around his ribs. I’m too lost to his body, too desperate for every touch and sound. I need this too much, and it scares me.
But I can’t stop, either.
Cormac makes me feel wanted and safe, and there is nothing in this world that I want more than that. He holds me tight again, then rolls onto his back, keeping me on top of him. He thrusts up into me as I ride him, and he strokes the side of my cheek, staring into my eyes. Another one builds up, bigger than before. My breaths are shallow, and I’m weak all over. I grind down hard on his cock for the pure pleasure of it, and he grabs my ass, pushing and pulling me against him. He growls, “Baby, yes, come on me. I want to feel it again.”