Goddammit. My insecurities always fuck things up. Why am I so self-conscious? Aware of every extra pound. My arms cross over my stomach as I shift uncomfortably under his intense gaze.
“Please don’t hide. Let me worship you.” He nuzzles my ear and yanks me flush against the hard plane of his body. “You deserve pleasure. Your curves areexquisite.”
I melt into him, hands tangling in his hair. Seamus’s lips press against mine with slow, deliberate intensity. His tongue traces the seam of my mouth before he deepens the kiss, exploring every curve and contour with a hunger leaving me breathless and trembling.
When he finally breaks the kiss and looks down at me with dark, smoldering eyes, his hands slide to the front of my blazer and he unbuttons it. “You’re perfect. Every inch of you.”
I glance around the empty hospital room, the sterile scent of antiseptic lingering in the air, mixing with the heat radiating off him. The silence is unnerving, amplifying the sound of my own unsteady breathing.
“Are you sure about this?” I whisper, my fingers curling into his shirt as I look up at him. “Won’t someone come in?”
Seamus’s lips twitch, yet there’s something serious in his gaze. “This floor is being renovated next week. It’s been cleared of all patients and staff.” He drags a slow hand down my back, grounding me. “The bed’s clean. Sterile.” He leans in, his breath warm against my ear. “No one’s coming. No one will hear us. No one will ever know we’ve been here.”
Then his lips are on my neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down to my collarbone until I can’t think anymore. My blazer falls to the floor, followed by my blouse, and his hands are everywhere, exploring, claiming. Deft fingers unclasp my bra, peeling the cups away, exposing my puckered nipples.
He drinks in the sight of me, causing a flush to rise from my chest.
“You have most luscious breasts I’ve ever seen,” he breathes.
Seamus cups them in his palms, swiping his thumbs across my peaks. I gasp because I’ve visualized him doing this to me so many times. Now it’s happening and the actual sensation arrows straight to my core.
He lowers his head, taking one nipple deep into the wet heat of his mouth. I cry out, pleasure spiking as he sucks me, nibbling then laving it with his tongue before switching to the other. He takes his time, worshiping them until I'm writhing and flushed, shamelessly moaning with pleasure.
When he finally lifts his head, my nipples are swollen and glistening.
“I need to taste the rest of you,” he rasps.
His strong hands smooth down my sides, tracing the dip of my waist and flare of my hips with appreciation. He unzips my skirt and lets it drop to the ground before plunging his fingers down the front of my panties.
“God. You’re so wet for me,” Seamus growls, gaze locked on his fingers dragging through my glistening folds.
He places one hand low on my belly, making me acutely aware of every soft curve. There's no judgment in his eyes, only hot, avid hunger. He lifts me effortlessly onto the crisp, white hospital bed and lays me down gently.
His eyes never leave mine as he removes his scrubs, revealing a body even more breathtaking than I imagined. His muscles are defined. Skin golden, smooth and warm. Good Lord, his thick, gorgeous cock juts out proudly.
Much bigger than I ever comprehended.
I want to touch him. He catches my hand and intertwines our fingers, leaning down to kiss me again. This time, it’s slower, more tender, and it makes my chest ache with something I can’t name. His free hand trails down my side, leaving a trail of fire in its wake, and I arch into his touch, craving more.
Seamus moves to the base of the bed and seizes my ankles. “I’m gonna worship your pussy for a while. I’ve never wanted anything so badly.”
His words send a shiver down my spine, and I feel tears prick at the corners of my eyes. No man has ever looked at me like this. Like I’m something precious. Something to be cherished.
For the first time in my thirty-seven years, I let myself believe it to be true.
Seamus presses my thighs up, exposing my soaking folds with his thumbs. The first wet stroke of his tongue against my clit wrests a strangled cry from my throat. He moans into my heat, like I'm the tastiest treat he's ever eaten.
“So responsive,” he rumbles against my slick flesh. “Fucking delicious.”
He takes his time, exploring every inch of my pussy, lapping up my juices and swirling his tongue around my swollen bud again and again, winding me tighter. Two long fingers slide into my channel, pumping slowly, curling against a spot deep inside I’ve never been able to locate.
In seconds, I'm mindless with pleasure, bucking into his mouth wantonly, chasing the ecstasy he's stoking. I’m out of control. My hips rock in time with his clever fingers and sinful tongue. When he sucks hard on my clit, I fly apart, screaming his name as my walls clamp around him greedily.
He continues to explore every inch of my pussy with his hands and mouth, until I’m mindless and floating from coming over and over again. I’m writhing, so overstimulated I can’t take one more minute yet Seamus manages to wring one more shudder from me before withdrawing his fingers.
The Orgasm Whisperer. I get it now. His reputation is well earned.
Soothingly, he presses kisses to my inner thighs before rising up and wiping his glistening mouth.
