I freeze when the heat of his mouth doesn’t stop at my back. He suckles my lower back, his fingers finding their way to my pussy, and just as he strokes me between my legs, I feel his tongue exploring the welts on my arse.
“Tiernan!”
I feel his body go rigid. “Who owns you?”
“You,” I whisper.
“Who makes the rules here?”
I swallow. “You.”
“Lean into this. Embrace it,” he says, while his thumb circles the tight ring of muscle. Oh, God, oh God.
He rises, and I hear the zip and whir off his zipper, seconds before I feel his hot, throbbing cock at my arse.
He slides his cock through my pussy, lubricating himself, then he glides the tip where he wants to penetrate.
“Tiernan, I—oh, God, I don’t know if I’m ready for this.”
“You are,” he says. Something cool and wet glides down my arse cheeks. They burn with the lashes of his belt, throbbing at his touch, as he glides his cock to my center.
He isn’t.
He isn’t.
I’m no virgin anywhere but here. And for some reason… that knowledge frees me.
He’s the only one who’s ever taken me like this. This is his. Something we share. I couldn’t do this with anyone I didn’t trust, but with Tiernan… I trust him with everything.
So I relax. I close my eyes. I get lost in the steam of the shower, to sensation as he penetrates my virgin arse.
“Fuccckkk,” he says on a guttural groan, the first sign of him losing any control at all. I grin wickedly, pleased that he’s obviously enjoying himself. My skin throbs from the whipping, my pussy clenches, the sensation of being so full making me moan with pleasure.
“Yes,” I groan. Jesus, fuck, it’s better than I thought. “Yessss.”
Slowly, he thrusts his hips, his thick length penetrating me. I contract around him, nearly dizzy with arousal and need.
“Now you touch yourself,” he whispers. “Only with my permission, Aisling.”
I nod, my fingers finding my slick folds and quickly circling my clit, while he thrusts in and out.
“Who owns this pussy?”
“You,” I say in a throaty whisper as I stroke myself faster, my need heightening.
“Who owns this arse?”
“You,” I say, my voice choked on a sob of desperation and want. I’m so full. I’m so desperate for release. He’s taking me to new heights I’ve never been, and I fucking love it.
“Who do you obey?”
Gah, that word again, it makes me all warm and tingly because it’s him, and any reservation I once held about “obeying” him melts into need and want because he. wants. me, and there’s something freeing about letting him take care of me, letting him take control.
A sharp slap to my thigh has me hissing out a breath and coming to my toes before I moan a low, hoarse, “Youuu, Tiernan. You.” My voice is choked as I whisper the truth I can’t hold back any longer. “Because I love you. Because I trust you.”
His low, sexy growl fills the warm room, as hot as the steam that billows around us, as his thrusts increase, pushing me into the edge of oblivion. I clench around him as he holds me to him so tightly it hurts.
“I love you,” he says, as his hot seed spills inside me. It’s wicked and dirty but so fucking good as my muscles contract in pleasure. I’m enveloped in his scent, his heat, and his need as he claims me as his.
My fingers drag down the length of the shower as he holds me, and I sigh deeply. My body tingles in pleasure as he slowly draws out, kissing my shoulder when I sigh from the loss of him.
“Mother of God,” I groan, slumping against the tile. “That was fucking amazing.”
He grins, a full-on grin that makes my heart do a somersault. He kisses my bare shoulder, takes me by the hand, and back into the hot stream of water.
“It was. You’re fucking amazing.”
“Jesus, we’re a mutual admiration society over here.”
His eyes twinkle at me as he reaches for a bar of soap. “Got a problem with that?”
I sigh. “No, sir, I do not.”
“Jesus, woman,” he says, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “You’ll turn me on all over again with the ‘sir.’”
I narrow my eyes playfully at him. “Don’t get ideas, you ogre.”
His chuckle fills the small enclosure. “She goes from sir to ogre in the space of a feckin’ heartbeat.”
I reach for him, unabashedly drawing him close to me because I want those lips on me again. I wrap my hands around the back of his neck, and his hands snake around my waist. His mouth claims mine, and my eyes flutter closed. I’ve never been so blissfully content in my life. I don’t even know how to process this deep, abiding sense of belonging, of being cherished. The knowledge that I’m precious to him.