“He cupped my pussy over my underwear, rubbing his heel into my clit,” I moan as he acts out my words on my body. I grip his arms like I did Brian’s.
“Did he make you moan like this, Lovely? Were you this wet for him?”
“No!” I rasp.
Teagan chuckles darkly, still kissing my throat. “What did he do with his mouth while he rubbed you?”
I arch my back, pressing my aching breasts into his chest. I wish his shirt was off. “Fuck, I don’t remember, Teag…”
“I’ll improvise then.”
Rucking my shirt up to my chin, he languidly licks one nipple while rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger. My hips buck, and he grinds his heel into my clit harder, making me groan loudly. “Keep talking, Cailín,”he orders, his brogue thickening on that Irish term of endearment.
I want to listen to him say all the dirty things in Gaelic.
“He rubbed me for a few seconds then got up to take his pants off.” It’s exceedingly difficult to form coherent thoughts, let alone speak, while Teagan is running his teeth over my nipple. “We didn’t even get fully undressed. Our shirts stayed on the entire time.”
“Fucking eejit,” he murmurs before licking the valley between my breasts. “Did he make you take your own knickers off or did he have the honor?”
“I took them off.O caray…”
I didn’t know the underside of my boobs were a hot spot for me until just now.
“That’s a shame,” he grumbles, suddenly pulling away to stand, discarding his sweats and briefs.
I jolt upwards. “What are you doing? We’re outside!” Okay, maybe I do care that we’re out in the open.
“Relax, mo chroí. There’s no one out hereandit’s dark enough that we won’t draw attention.”
He’s right. It’s nearly dark out. Only a few deep pink and purple streaks are still visible in the sky. “Now take off your knickers.”
Carajo.
Glancing around to make sure there really are no people nearby, I shimmy out of my panties, pulling my knees to my chest before tossing the garment at his face. He grins gleefully, dropping to his knees. “Go on. What did this wanker do after he made you undress yourself? Did he taste you?”
“No,” I say quietly. “You’re the only one.”
Teagan rocks back on his heels in shock. “Stall the ball. You’re telling me that I’m the only one to ever taste that sweet cunt?” I nod, my face heating in embarrassment. “Fucking hell,” he mumbles. “We’ll come back to that later. Right now I want to finish what we’ve started. What happened next?”
“He crawled on top and kissed me for a few seconds, before nudging my pussy with his cock,” I say, laying back on the blanket and letting my legs fall open. Teagan’s eyes go feral as he licks his lips, clearly wanting to devour me.
“Did he go slow?” Teagan asks with concern.
“He did,” I say with a nod. “I’ll give him credit for that at least. He was considerate and only went in a little at a time until he reached my hymen. Then, once I gave the okay, he pushed through.”
“Did it hurt?”
“Of course it did. But he stopped and waited for me to adjust before continuing.”
Teagan leans over me, dipping down to kiss me. His tongue winds around my own, before he reaches down to fist his cock. We both watch as he slowly sinks inside of me. I’m significantly more lubricated now than I was back then, so there’s no resistance. Once he’s halfway in me, he stops, bringing his eyes to mine in silent question. I dip my chin in a nod and he thrusts deeply. I don’t wince in pain like the first time, but I do cry out his name.
“He fucked me slow at first,” I moan. “Trying to figure out the right rhythm. Once our bodies synced up, he sped up.”
Teagan follows suit, pulling out slightly before sinking back in. Our bodies are already so attuned to each other, we don’t need to find our rhythm. It’s automatic.
“Fuck,” he grunts, dropping his head to the crook of my neck. His breath is hot against my skin. “You feel so good. I can only imagine what you felt like then. If he managed to last long enough to get you off first, then he has my respect.”
Giggling, I run my fingers through his hair. “He definitely did not last long enough, but he did make sure I came shortly after.”
