I open my mouth to sass him, but the words die on my tongue as he dips his head between my thighs and drags his nose up myslit, inhaling. “And I love how you smell as much as I love how you taste. So sweet.”
God. If it was anyone else, if this was any other moment, I might feel too embarrassed to let a guy this close to my crotch, but with Cillian, there’s none of the usual nerves or anxiousness. Seeing the raw hunger and desire in his eyes is all I need to be 100 percent in this. I’m not allowing my head to go anywhere but this moment.
In one swift movement, he gets off the couch. His hands fist on my hips and move me until I’m hanging off the edge, and then he’s on his knees between my thighs. Apparently, he’s had enough of driving me to the brink of insanity, because his long fingers slip beneath the lace of my panties, and he tugs them off, discarding them with a flick of his wrist.
Cool air hits my core, causing me to shiver.
Large palms run up my thighs, prying my thighs wider. Using his thumbs, he spreads my pussy open, eyes pinned on me.
“I’m going to eat this pretty little cunt every fucking day, and still never get enough,” he murmurs as my face heats, my nipples hardening impossibly. I’m delusional enough to think I could come with just his eyes on me.
He leans forward and flattens his tongue on my slit, trailing up its length. His groan vibrates my sensitive core, my clit throbbing painfully at the desperate need for release.
I’m ready to detonate.
My hands fly to his hair, tangling in the strands, partially holding him in place and partially holding on like my life depends on it.
Cillian laps at my pussy, swiping his tongue through my arousal at a torturously languid pace that makes me squirm and tug harder on his hair.
At this rate, I may just pull it all out, which would truly be a tragedy because he has the best hair. Dark, thick, shiny.
God, why am I focusing on hishairright now when he’s literally eating me like a man who’s been deprived and I’m his last meal?
“So bloody good,” he murmurs against my slick flesh before flicking the tip of his tongue over my clit in firm motions. Heat jolts through me as my back arches from the couch, a hoarse cry tumbling past my lips.
The pleasure is maddening as it pulses and throbs in my core, intensely unfurling low in my belly and blossoming.
All in a single breath, Cillian closes his lips around my clit, sucking it roughly into his mouth as he slides two fingers inside me, finding the spot that has my vision turning hazy. My eyes flutter shut.
It’s hopeless, trying to fight the orgasm that rips through my body.
It’s never been this… easy.
Never been so intense, so unrelenting.
My thighs tremble, shaking so violently that if it wasn’t for his mouth latched on to my clit, his fingers stroking deep inside me, I might end up on the floor.
“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good, taking my fingers like my good girl, soaking my tongue.”
The filthy praise only sends me tipping further into oblivion,my toes curling along his back as my muscles tighten and clench with each wave of my orgasm.
Cillian hums in satisfaction against my pussy, drawing slow, soft circles on my clit as I come down.
I’m completely boneless and spent as I sag deeper into the cushions, desperately trying to catch my breath, form words. To say something, but my heart is beating so fast that my head feels light, my vision swimming slightly.
Oh God, that is something that would happen to me… blacking out from the most powerful orgasm of my life.
Cillian slips my legs off his shoulders and rises to full height, the evidence of my orgasm still glistening on his lips. He lifts the back of his tattooed hand to his mouth, swiping it away, and I think I might come again, just from watching him.
“You good?”
Fantastic actually.
I nod, giving him a sated, cheeky smile. My gaze trails down to his erection that’s straining against his gray sweatpants, and I sit up, reaching for his waistband.
His head shakes. “Not tonight.”
“But you’re…”