Authors: Kelly Moran
I dragged my thumb across that lush lower
lip and kissed the crease between her brows. “Don’t leave.”
Don’t ever leave me
. “Stay.”
Turning her head, she kissed my palm and
desire coiled. Squeezed. My erection grew between us, pressing into
her belly, and she smiled. Her tongue licked a path from my Adam’s
apple to my jaw before she nipped my chin. The scratch of my
whiskers rasped as she kissed her way to my ear. I lay motionless,
letting her set the pace, explore. She’d been so nervous the first
time, I wanted her to have the reins.
Her fingers smoothed over my shoulder and
down to my nipple, where she traced the disc with the pad of her
thumb. She sucked the patch of skin on the tendon in my neck and I
groaned. My fingers wove into her silky hair, massaged her scalp.
As if encouraged, her hand descended, my stomach concaving when she
lightly raked her nails over my abs. Inching lower, she remained on
her side facing me as her mouth followed the path of her
fingers.
Nipping, licking, sucking...she was driving
me out of my goddamn mind. Her hand skated around my erection and
grazed my hip, my thigh, and I stopped breathing. Hot breath fanned
my belly button, the crown of my cock, and I shook with a need so
fierce I thought I’d crack.
“Sierra,
aingeal
.”
And then wet heat enveloped my head. She
sucked hard and I jerked my hips toward her perfect mouth. My thigh
wound up on her waist, my leg holding her down. Hands in her hair,
I froze.
She released me, gaze meeting mine, as cool
air washed over my dick. Her lips were swollen, her cheeks pink.
Razor burn flamed on her jaw. But those eyes...those holy shit eyes
were open, yearning infusing the depths. She felled me so much I
could do nothing but stare.
“Can I?” Her soft voice rose toward me,
wrapped around my throat and squeezed.
My thumb stroked the underside of her chin,
but the rest of me was leveled. No way, no how did she ever have to
ask my permission for anything, least of all in bed. If she wanted
to give pleasure, take it, she could do whatever she wanted. I was
hers. Not knowing the details of her sexual history, though, I
treaded carefully. Something told me this brazen little bit of
initiative she’d just issued took a lot of courage on her part.
Forcing the tension from my limbs, I cleared
my throat. “If you’re sure. You don’t—“
“I want to.” She worried her lower lip.
Watching her, seeing her face right in front
of my throbbing erection, was a dirty fantasy in the flesh. Her
angelic looks combined with the sexual act had tingles shooting up
my spine and my balls tight. Shit. When she was through with me,
she wouldn’t know what hit her. I’d make sure she was hoarse from
chanting my name.
“Just to set the record straight, you don’t
need to seek my consent. Ever. Pleasure is a two way street.” I
smiled. “You have my full trust and authorization,
aingeal
.”
I knew the moment her asshole husband left
the fringes of her mind. Her smile bordered on naughty and desire
shone in her eyes. She wrapped her fingers around my base and
lowered her head, gaze locked on mine. She licked my slit.
My jaw clenched. “Also—“ I bucked as she
took more of me into the cavern of her mouth. “Ah, shit. That feels
good.” I dragged in air, my fingers fisting in her hair. I wouldn’t
last but two minutes with her going at me. “I’m going to make you
feel so amazing when you’re done.”
She hummed around my shaft, taking me to the
back of her throat. She sucked hard as she withdrew, the tip of her
tongue grazed the underside of my cock, and my eyes slammed closed
at the unbelievable sensation. Her fingers stroked what she
couldn’t take in her mouth while her other hand cupped my
balls.
Sweet Christ.
I thrust, as gently as I could, into her
ministrations. I followed the curve of her spine with the heel of
my foot, dragged it between the cleft of her ass, and urged her on.
She moved faster, sucked harder, and sweat beaded on my brow. Her
hand left my sack and moved to my ass, kneading.
Sweet Christ in Heaven.
“Sierra,
aingeal
.” Ah, hell. She
didn’t so much as come up for air. “I’m close,” I ground out, teeth
clenched. “I’m...
fuck
.” Coming. Muscles rigid, I tensed as
hot spurts shot inside her mouth, down her throat. My body spasmed,
jerked, as she swallowed everything I gave her.
Chest heaving, I rolled to my back, gripped
her under the arms, and hauled her up my body. Holding the back of
her head, I pressed her to me and wrapped an arm around her as she
sprawled over me. She rested her cheek on my pec and her slow smile
rubbed my skin.
“Sure. Grin away. I think you killed
me.”
Her quiet laugh was better than any music
I’d heard.
I smoothed her hair, staring at the shadows
on the ceiling, trying to catch my breath. “Give me five minutes
and I’ll reciprocate.” I might need my own recovery room.
“I’m good.” She kissed me right smack in the
center of my chest and settled in like she was going back to
sleep.
A part of me, something deep in my soul,
froze at her response. Her reactions to our intimacy thus far came
to mind and I didn’t like it. At all. The way she’d trembled last
night and how long it had taken her to warm up. Her asking
permission to effing please me, as if it shouldn’t be the other way
around. And now, her not expecting to get off, too, after blowing
more than just my mind.
Yeah, I was going to dig up that asshole’s
grave and kill him a few more times.
“Sierra.”
“Hmm?” She inhaled. “Oh. I’m probably too
heavy.” She shifted to roll off me.
Christ. Tell me she didn’t have weight or
image issues also. I banded my arms around her, keeping her put.
Closing my eyes, I sought calm, remembering the way she’d covered
herself earlier as if...embarrassed by her body.
A ferocious, primal need to protect her
surged inside me. I grabbed the backs of her thighs, pulled her up
the few remaining inches, and crushed my mouth to hers. Seeking
entry, I licked the seam of her lips and groaned when she let me
in. My hands fought for purchase, never settling in one spot. Her
legs. Shoulders. Hips. Ass. Waist. In her hair was where they
finally landed, holding her to me as I ravaged her mouth like she
was doing to my heart.
“Have I told you how much I love your body?”
I grazed my lips across hers.
Doubt marred her pretty face, and there was
my answer. Hell. Almost ten years and I had no idea the destruction
another guy had left in his wake. She’d hidden the insecurities
from me so well I felt the need to applaud. Bastard had probably
taught her that, too.
“Beautiful, Sierra.” I took in her features,
gaze not lingering on any particular one because I liked them all.
I skimmed my hands down her sides, across her hips, and stopped on
the round globes of her ass. “Beautiful.”
I kissed her again, not bothering for
frivolous things like air when I had her with me. After she’d
finally relaxed once more, I slid my finger between the cleft of
her cheeks and kept traveling until I met her slick folds.
She mewed into my mouth and I drove my
middle finger into her wet heat. I groaned at her arousal, at the
musky scent rising. Pressing her hips back, she sought more.
Withdrawing my finger, I circled her clit, earning a sharp inhale.
I gave her two fingers this time, and her kiss grew savage. She
ground against my pubic bone, adding pressure where she needed it
most. Her walls clenched my fingers and I knew she was close.
Increasing the pace, I thrust my digits faster, lifting my hips to
meet her. And she came undone with a sharp cry against my lips,
brows arched, trembling on top of me.
Fucking beautiful.
I was hard as granite again and she was
ready. This time, if I had to bite a hole through my tongue, I’d
make sure I held out. Before her quaking ceased, I aligned myself
and brought her down around me until I was rooted deep. Shaking
from the incredible sensation, I held her hips to keep her still,
savoring.
She emitted a muffled moan. Hands splayed
over my ribs, she dropped her face to my sternum, spine bowed taut.
Her heavy breathing fluttered my light chest hair.
Worry twisted my gut. “Did I hurt you?” I’d
entered her with more force than last time, but her body offered no
resistance and I hadn’t thrust hard.
She shook her head, still not looking at me.
Her fingers dug into my gluts. “You...” She inhaled. Exhaled. “It’s
overwhelming, how much you...being with you.”
The strain left my muscles. I knew what she
meant. Like a slow burn. White heat. Incinerating, really.
Everything and nothing. All systems engaged.
“Look at me.”
She lifted her head, gaze not quite meeting
mine, and swallowed.
“Me, too.” I moved my hands up her sides to
cup her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples. “Me, too.” Her gaze
flicked to mine, a question in her eyes even through all the lust.
“Ride me.”
As if suddenly aware of our position, she
looked down, shook her head.
“I want to watch you take your pleasure,
want to watch your body as you move over me.” I thrust my hips up
to demonstrate. My cock slid against her tight walls, not giving
her room to argue. There would be no doubt between us by the time I
was through with her. None.
She gasped, her cheeks burning. Her eyes
fell closed as her back arched, and I conceded the loss of her gaze
if it meant she was more comfortable. Her hips rocked
tentatively.
I groaned my approval and grabbed her ass,
spreading her cheeks. “More.”
Bracing her hands on my chest, head down,
she rocked again. This time, I met her halfway and we collided. Her
lips parted as if she couldn’t trust the great stir between us. The
ends of her hair caressed my skin as she set a maddenly slow
rhythm. I stayed with her, steadily increasing the pace, until she
got close enough to tip over the edge. I pressed my thumb to her
clit, circled, and drove into her again and again. Her full breasts
bounced with the gyrations, drawing my avid attention. Crying my
name, she came, fisting my cock. It was all I could withstand not
to explode inside her.
As she came down, I rolled, tucking her
under me, and kept thrusting. “One more time,
aingeal
.” I’d
given her two orgasms and was determined to pull a third from her
before I let go. And it might kill me.
Burying my face in her neck, I sucked air
and got a lungful of her scent instead. Setting my hands behind her
knees, I pushed her legs wider, drawing them closer to her chest so
I could grind her clit with my pelvis. Her hard nipples grazed my
chest with every pant. She threw her head back, clawing my
biceps.
“One...more time.” My hips pistoned faster,
my muscles protesting the strain. Our skin slapped and a thin sheen
of sweat coated our skin, adding to the glide. She tilted her hips
to meet me and I about wept. “Come for me,
aingeal
.”
Two more thrusts and she was there. A
strangled cry and then her lips parted in a silent scream. Nails
raking my scalp, she came, clenching so hard around me I swear she
pulled my release right out of me. I pressed my face into her hair
to contain an animalistic roar and she shivered under me as if
relishing the sound.
At the last second, I gripped the headboard,
concerned I’d hurt her, and emptied inside her. My body jolted with
the force. Hers cradled me as if trying to tame the beast.
Holy shit.
I rolled off her so I wouldn’t crush her,
and where the energy came from to even do that, I had no idea. We
lay quiet, catching our breath, side by side. After I don’t know
how long, her hand found mine across the sheets and squeezed.
The next thing I knew, harsh daylight
blinded me. The spot beside me was empty, but the scent of coffee
wafted down the hall. I dragged my arm across the mattress,
wondering how long Sierra had been awake. And if she was still
here. The sheets were cool, indicating she’d been up awhile. Her
sweet scent lingered in the room, reminding me of the physical and
emotional assault of last night.
Pressing my palms to my eyes, I tried and
failed to wrap my head around everything. Yeah, it had been a very
long time since I’d been intimate. Yet, I swore I’d never had that
kind of experience with another woman, Amy included.
My wife and I had been a casual relationship
until she’d gotten pregnant with Liam and things had spiraled from
there. I’d respected her, enjoyed her company, but it wasn’t until
that first sonogram picture that I’d fallen hard. We’d grown
closer, fought like any other couple, but there never had been the
kind of punch like I’d had with Sierra. Their personalities
couldn’t be any more different, either.
Sierra could take care of herself, was very
independent, but I still had the clawing necessity to.... Damn. To
fight. Move mountains. Slay monsters. And what the hell? I wasn’t
that guy. I barely got myself out of bed most days. She got to me,
scratched her way under my skin. Always had. Her quiet beauty. Her
caring nature. Add in the new physical aspect of us, and I thought
she just might be irreplaceable. Honestly, I kind of
figured—hoped?--once I’d had her, the fantasy would ripple away and
I’d be left with the reality she was just a woman. No more, no
less. Not the angel I’d built up in my head or the saving grace I’d
needed at the time we’d met.
Fucking hell. That hadn’t happened.
Everything I’d felt for her before was amplified to deafening in
the morning light. Christ. And the guilt was an awful, nagging
twist in my gut. I wished I knew what was the right thing to do.
After all these years, was it too much to ask to have some damn
proof about the curse? That I wasn’t screwing up her life by being
with her?