Chapter 113 IN WITH THE NEW
MERRIELYNN.
I closed the bedroom door behind us.
He walked ahead of me, and I trailed after him.
His mop of curly dark hair tumbled over his forehead as he sat on the bed, making my hands itch with the need to brush it away.
I gave in to the compulsion, combing my fingers through the dark locks on his head.
His eyelids fluttered shut. “I like how that feels.”
I kept going, sliding my other hand into his hair. “Mhmm,” the low rumble traveled through his chest, triggering an animalistic part of me, making me clench my thighs and pull at the locks in my fist.
His hands slid up the sides of my legs, stopping just below where my thigh met my ass. He squeezed.
“Would you like to get out of this dress?” he asked in a low voice.
I nodded. “Yeah, I’d like to take it off.”
He stared at me for a long moment before focusing on my dress. He pulled down the zipper on the side, letting the material fall away from me.
I was half-naked, standing between his spread thighs, as his gaze raked over my exposed flesh. It singed everywhere he looked, like he had touched me there. He parked his hands on the front of my thighs.
“I want to make this the best experience possible for you,” he said, staring earnestly into my eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
My chest warmed again. Goddess, the effect he had on me without even trying. His words melted my heart, and I nodded at him, encouraging him. “You won’t hurt me. I trust you.”
Something flashed in his eyes, but it was gone the next second. He cupped my chin, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to the side of my mouth, then my jaw. He trailed his lips along my neck, ghosting across my skin before his mouth came up to mine.
His minty breath filled my nostrils as he exhaled, pulling me toward him by the back of my neck as his lips sealed over mine. It was a sweet, soft kiss, and I lost myself in the careful way his lips slanted over mine. It was too little and too much at the same time.
Angling my head, he pried my mouth apart with his, sliding his tongue against mine and deepening the kiss.
He groaned deeply, and I pressed my hands against his chest to ground myself, feeling the vibrations underneath all the toned muscle. With a mind of their own, my hands slid down his shirt, pulling at the hem. I slid it up halfway, gliding my hands over his heated skin as I went, but he snatched my wrist, shaking his head.
“There’s more than enough time for that,” he said, nipping my lower lip. “But for now, let me take care of you.”
He lifted me at the waist, my thighs instantly wrapping around him as he spun us, laying me down on the bed. He moved away, pulling his shirt off with one hand before kneeling back on the mattress.
His mouth trailed over my skin, leaving teeth marks and love bites in his wake. I squirmed underneath him, loving his ministrations, holding him tight against my body with my legs wrapped around his waist. His hand curved under me, and I arched my back. With a snap of his wrist, he unhooked my bra.
He tossed the lace aside, his gaze narrowing on my breasts. Slowly, he dragged his eyes across each one, like he was committing them to memory. My nipples puckered under his undivided attention, jutting in the space between our bodies.
He palmed one breast, and I let out a soft moan as his thumb rocked back and forth over the hardened peak.
“Divine,” he whispered, leaning down and capturing the nipple in his mouth.
A mewl escaped me, and I arched my back.
The heat of his mouth lapped around my sensitive peak, and pleasure filled me. He moved away, repeating the same thing with the other one. My hands slid into his hair, and I tugged on the locks when I couldn’t take anymore.
His mouth crashed against mine once again. It was a battle of tongue and teeth, nothing like the first kiss. I loved every second of it. His hands snaked over my waist, over my thighs, and grabbed my knees at his waist. He pulled at them, lifting his body away from mine as he broke the kiss.
His hands dragged down my knees, over my outer thighs, before hooking into the band of my underwear. He pulled the material down my legs.
Cold air ghosted across my center, and my thighs found each other. Cormac trailed his hands up from my ankles to my knees. He grasped both of them, pulling them apart. I was wide open now, on full display. His gaze fixed on my pussy as he let out a low curse under his breath.
His hand shot out, trailing gently along my seam. “Will I ever get used to this?” he whispered. “Fucking beautiful.” His thumb stroked an extra-sensitive part of me, and I whimpered, my body heating like a live wire.
“You like that, don’t you?” He did it again, and again, and again. I was full-on moaning as his thumb stroked over me, my head thrashing on the soft pillows.
“Answer me,” his voice was gravelly, strained. I nodded frantically.
“Use your words.” I grew lightheaded at his tone, so commanding.
“Yes!” I cried. His finger moved away, prodding at my entrance. His gaze slid up to mine, holding me captive as he pushed his finger into me.
I clenched around him, and he growled out a low, “Fuck.”
He pulled his finger out of me, pushing himself lower on the bed. He dragged my thighs toward him until my pussy was in his face.
At the first sweep of his tongue, I fell back on the bed, immediately losing my train of thought.
He dragged his mouth against my sensitive flesh, alternating between long licks and soft flicks over that extremely sensitive nub. My thighs trembled on either side of his head, my breaths coming out in short pants.
Two fingers prodded at my entrance again before inching in.
I was hot and slick with need, and my body convulsed as I crested the hill of pleasure.
Cormac kissed and sucked on my inner thigh before he finally pulled away. He kicked his socks off, dragging his jeans along with his boxers down his legs.
He climbed back over me and kissed along my body.
He grasped himself, and I felt it when the tip of him came to rest against my dripping bare flesh.
He ran the length of himself over my slit, and my thighs stiffened again, the residuals of what happened earlier sparking back to life in the presence of his touch. How I was going to survive this, I wasn’t entirely certain yet.
He positioned himself at my entrance, hesitation so evident in the tense lines of his shoulders, before he pushed forward slightly.
That’s when I felt the stretch.
Cormac stayed close, watching my face to see how I was handling it. The sharp edge of the discomfort slowly shifted into something else.
Cormac lowered his head into the side of my neck and let out a quiet curse. The sound sent a rush through me. His eyes were focused, his jaw tight, and something inside me loosened when he shut his eyes like he was trying to take everything in.
“You feel unreal,” he said, breathless.
Heat spread through me fast. My body reacted before my mind could catch up. Pleasure rose in a way that made my head push back into the sheets as soft cries slipped out of me.
When he let my hands go, I grabbed his shoulders. Each movement sent a wave through me until I couldn’t hold anything back. My fingers dug into his chest as the feeling hit and carried me with it.
A moment later, his breath broke in a rough sound as he reached his release. The sound alone made something warm spread through me. My head felt light.
He peppered kisses along my neck, my chin, my forehead. “You’re perfect,” he whispered.
And oh.
My poor heart.