He can smell me… scent my wetness.
That shouldn’t have been as attractive as it was. Yet I found it highly enticing that he was able to pick up on how turned on I was.
And then I was looking at the massive erection that was tenting the front of his jeans. All I could think about was how many times he’d pleasured me last night with his lips and tongue, his fingers and hands. And the entire time he’d kept his jeans on. Never once had he asked for pleasure in return. He only wanted to hold me afterward. He’d only been thinking about me the entire time.
But right now I wanted to make him feel good. Giving Caelan an orgasm was such a strong need in me that I actually took a step forward, and then another one, and one more until we were just inches from each other. I could smell the clean sweat that came off him and loved that he was having a hard time controlling his breathing. I could see small droplets of sweat line his brow and temples, and my tongue swelled at the thought of tasting him.
He opened his mouth, and I knew what he was going to say, knew he’d want to take me to the bedroom so he could bury his face between my legs again. And as tempting as that sounded, as much as I wanted it, I lifted my hand and placed a finger on his lips, stilling anything that would’ve come from him.
“Let me do this,” I whispered and stared at where my finger was placed on the seam of his lips. I was now breathing harder as I ran that pad along the full, soft flesh. And then I pushed the digit inside, a harsh groan leaving him at the same time he swirled his tongue around my skin. I felt brave and bold as I moved my finger to one of his sharp canines, knowing they were longer right now because he was turned on. And when the point pricked the pad of my index finger and I gasped, it wasn’t from pain… but from ecstasy.
Caelan ran his tongue over the small wound, his eyes growing hooded, a low rumble leaving him.
“Let me do this for you. I really want to.” My voice sounded huskier from my desire, and I didn’t hesitate to drop to my knees before him. My gaze was locked on his as I lifted my hands and pushed up the bottom of his shirt. He took my nonverbal cue and gripped the hem, keeping it above his navel and out of the way, letting me see how hard and in shape his abdomen was. His six-pack kept flexing and relaxing with each breath.
I was riveted to the sight of all that masculinity for a hard, long second, but then my hunger for Caelan grew to the point it would not be ignored.
I was starved for the taste of him, my salivary glands working overtime as I undid the button of his jeans, then gripped the zipper, slowly pulling it down, the teeth undoing bit by bit until the two sides hung open. The air left me slowly as I realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear, allowing me to see with startling clarity that V of muscle that was like an inverted triangle pointing right to his huge erection.
His jeans still covered him partially, but the part I could see, the thick, huge base, had my eyes widening. And then he pushed his jeans down a bit more and I spied part of the heavy weight of his balls resting behind the length, and the entire package of the man fate had given me had my pussy tightening and my clit throbbing in time with my pulse.
But this wasn’t about me. This moment was about giving Caelan as much pleasure as he’d given me… or at least I’d try. It wasn’t like I had any experience.
“You don’t have to do this.” His voice was a rough croak, and I noticed his knuckles were white from the force of the grip he had on the edge of his shirt.
I licked my lips and shook my head slowly. “I want to.” I looked at the root of his shaft again, so pronounced and thick, the veins visible. “But I don’t know what I’m doing.” I thought it would be embarrassing to say it out loud, but I felt heat fill me at admitting to Caelan that I was just as virginal as I knew as he was.
“My sweet mate. Because it’s ye, Darragh, even if all ye were doing was staring at it, I’d come harder than I ever have in my damn life.”
God, talk about one hell of an encouragement.
And then I was pulling the edges of his jeans apart and dragging the sides down his muscular thighs so they were out of the way.