That tiny bit of implied uncertainty gave me the rest of the audacity I needed. Shaking my head, I picked her feet off my lap and set them on the ground. Then I took my foot off the coffee table pillow tower and slid toward her, gripping her waist. “Up.”
She got to her feet, and my hand slid with her, landing on the back of her thigh, right below her ass. Blindly reaching for a pillow, I put it where she’d been sitting and lay on my back. Her gasp was faint, but I treasured it while I propped my foot up on the arm at the other end of the couch.
“It’s my turn,” I said, voice deep with need. “If you’ll allow me to have it.”
Her stomach muscles contracted under her tight top as she considered me for a long beat, and then she nodded.
Sitting up in a crunch, I slid my hand to her front and up the slit of her skirt, where I found the waistband of her panties, then slipped my fingers underneath it.
My gaze stayed on hers even though my view was blurry. “Off.”
With no hesitation, she snaked her own hand under her skirt, and we worked together to pull them down her legs. The second she stepped out of them, I grasped her by the waist and pulled her to straddle my stomach.
Her lips parted, and I pulled her down into a kiss, distracted by the need to taste them again.
She moaned against my lips as I deepened our kiss, getting as close to her as I could, glad my glasses weren’t in the way this time. My hand grazed up her stomach to her chest, and I broke away from her mouth, leaning down to trail kisses on her jaw and down the side of her neck. I blindly roamed her body with my hands, one on her lower back and one on her stomach, keeping her in place when she tried to move backward.
As much as I wanted to press my hardness into her, that was not my aim. Not this time.
She made a frustrated noise, and I moved my hand to the center of her chest, feeling her heart through my palm. I hid my smile at the junction of her shoulder and neck before nipping and sucking at the skin there, shivering in pleasure as she grasped my shoulders, which were really the only parts of me she could reach in this position.
She ground against my stomach, and I let her, groaning into her skin when I felt her wetness through the fabric of my T-shirt.
Damn.
Stroking down her neck to her chest, I grunted when I found her nipple pebbled through the thin material of her top. I pressed on it lightly, experimentally, and she arched her back, pushing her tit into my hand.
“More,” she begged, her hips still gyrating against my stomach. Grasping her top, I peeled the material down and then pulled both sides away from her, exposing her chest to me.
Oh,God,I hadn’t been ready.
Ireland’s naked tits.
Right there.Movingas she breathed.
My mouth watered as I surged forward and took one into my mouth.
Her loud gasp, rawer and more primal than any I’d pulled from her before, egged me on as I sucked her into my mouth. Both of her hands cradled the back of my head, keeping me pressed to her as I feasted on her, kissing and sucking as much flesh as I could. It was only when I started to get dizzy that I released her and heaved in a breath, then dove back in, this time paying extra attention to her nipples.
While sucking on one, I rubbed circles on the other, mindless with the pleasure of feeling her body’s reactions. Her nails scraped my scalp, and I took that as a cue to switch, pulling my head back and diving for her other side. I licked a stripe across her pebbled nipple before I sucked it into my mouthhard.
My dick throbbed in time with the movement of my mouth, almost to the point of pain but not quite, like it could burst at any second. Becausenothingcould truly hurt right now, not when Ireland held me to her like this, allowing me to give her pleasure.
Spots dotted my hazy vision, and I pulled back fromher skin with a pop, rubbing my stubble over the sensitive buds, which drew another ragged groan from her.
“I—” I said brokenly, turning my head and repeating the motion on her other side. “I was going to, um… try my luck asking you to sit on my face again. But this is great too.”
Her motions slowed, and she tugged on the ends of my hair. I followed her command, pulling back so I could meet her eyes.
Her features weren’t as clear to me as they would’ve been with my glasses on, but what I could make out had satisfaction burning my insides.
My gaze traveled back to her tits again. Knowing how they felt, how they tasted, was going to be the worst kind of distraction.
“Adair,” she said, tugging my hair again. I smiled sheepishly, and her lips twitched in response as she raked her nails down my scalp, all the way to my neck. “Ask me now.”
Her bare pussy grinding on my stomach and her exposed chest had my brain completely offline, so it took me a second to realize what she meant. But then it clicked, and I grasped her hips with both hands. “Can I make you come on my mouth, Ireland?”
She shuddered. “Yes.”
