Chapter 4

She writhed on the table, raising the hem of her dress, then pushed it up over her head in a one fluid motion, revealing nothing but her black lace underwear, matching bra, and fuck me heels.

Say, "Take me to bed, Irish." He didn't need to be asked again because of her rich voice.

As he stomped to the bedroom, he grabbed her in his arms and gave her a long kiss. The blankets were down, and the bedside lamp was on, creating a lovely glow in the space. She was placed on the bed after he stood up, undid his vest's buttons, and removed his tie. She watched him undress, her gaze roving over every inch of his exposed skin. He wore his shirt after his tie and waistcoat. His pants fell to the ground as he kicked off his shoes, socks, then unfastened his belt and fly. She turned to face him, her hands reaching out to caress his shoulders and trace the dark swirls of his tattoos as he crept onto the bed next to her wearing just his boxer briefs.

She responded, "You're kinda hot, Irish," and leaned in to run her tongue down his collar bone.

"You're not doing so bad yourself, Blue."

In order to open the front clasp of her bra, he extended his finger and traced a line from the dip in her throat down between her breasts. As he watched, her large breasts fell to the ground, and he was pleased to see that her pale skin had a small scattering of freckles. He could see the two pillowy mounds clearly once she undid the straps and tossed the bra. Her nipples were a beautiful pink color, and she had light skin. So this is what they meant when they said "peaches," he reasoned.

He placed his elbows between her legs as he flipped her onto her back and laid over her. He kissed her neck, ear, jaw, and mouth. He kissed a trail along her breast bone and between those two stunning peaks after sucking on the spot where her heartbeat beat steadily in her throat. She had silky skin and a fresh spring scent. Where she had tucked the lime wedge into her cleavage, he could still taste the citrus.

He murmured, "Mmmm, you taste good," and she let out a small giggle.

He sucked on one of her firm nipples after losing all control over them and swirled his tongue around it. He was given access to her breasts when she gasped and arched her back. How could he decline such an offer? He pulled the second nipple into his lips, twisting and sucking and savoring the delicious flavor of her, dragging his tongue through the valley between them.

He delighted in the noises she made as he tormented her and ran his tongue over the tender skin. Her hips swayed beneath him as her hands combed through the long flop of hair on his crown. He could gorge himself for days on her breasts, nipples, neck, shoulders, and lips. Her noises and the aroma of her floral shampoo made him want to lick and taste every inch of her body.

She sighed, "Oh, God, Irish, your mouth feels so good."

His tongue dipped into her belly button before continuing to lick the center of her tummy. He grinned as he did so. His cock sprang in reaction to the scent of her desire. He desired to be fully entrenched inside of her and to be violently hammering into her, but not yet. He was most eager to taste her first.

He reached his fingers beneath her pant's waistline and pulled them down. He nuzzled her mound as she raised her hips to assist him, taking in her aroma and sensing the moisture through the lace. When the piece of lace got loose, he dropped it on the ground after being forced back onto his knees and dragging it down her legs. He took in the lovely landscape in front of him while sitting on his heels.

"Fuck," he exhaled. "You're mouthwatering, Blue," he remarked, watching with excitement as her body turned a lovely shade of pink.

He had to confess that he enjoyed the fact that her pussy was hairless. She extended her legs out for him, giving him a clear view as he followed the seam of her leg from her hip to between her thighs. Her lovely pink lips were glossy with longing, and her clitch protruded from the hood. He sighed and buried his face in bliss as he slid between her smooth thighs.

As his tongue touched hers, her hips began to buck, and he had to apply pressure to her tummy to keep her steady. He licked her up with eagerness as she tasted like honey.

She said, "Feels good, I like your beard."

He circled her clit while grinning on her body and running his tongue between her silky folds. He teased the entrance of her core with his finger, moving it through the slickness and into her, as she inhaled as he placed his lips over the tight nub. She cried out and raised her hips in an attempt to get more.

While still enjoying the sound of her moaning and another finger being gently inserted into her, Brian sucked harder on her clit. She resisted, counterpunching his thrusts with her own as he scissored his fingers into her to provide more pressure. She fisted her hands into his hair, drawing him in closer as he increased the tempo at which he licked at her clit.

Her inside muscles started to contract, and her breathing grew frantic, and he felt the beginnings of her orgasm. As he curled his fingers within her to press against the walls of her core, he straightened his tongue and increased the pressure.

She screamed angrily, "Oh, fuck," as his fingers were pinched by her sex and her clit expanded and pulsed beneath his mouth.

When he sensed that her climax was slowing down, he increased his pressure and pace. After giving her one more, lingering kiss, he lowered his head and removed his fingers. A smirk tugged at his lips as he reclined backwards on his knees to examine the damage. Nothing was more stunning than a lady basking in the glory of a wonderful orgasm.

Her eyelids fluttered open, and she gave him a sweet, carefree expression as she looked up at him.

She agreed, adding, "I'll have another, but this time I want his cock within me.

He didn't require two reminders. Brian got out of bed and undid his boxers, releasing his painful erection. It swayed ecstatically as it puffed up for her eager eyes. She watched as he took a condom and rolled it on his length before pausing to touch himself. Before moving back in between her still-spread legs, he tightened his hold on her for a brief period while she licked her lips.

She said, "That's some impressive equipment you have there, Irish," as his cock pressed against the opening of her pussy. "Are you familiar with its use?"

He grinned down at her but didn't say anything as he stroked his full manhood inside her small opening until his hips touched hers.

She exhaled, "Oh, wow," her eyes rolling back and her eyelashes fluttering.

He took his time and memorized the sensation of her walls dragging against the length and width of him before easing his hips back and thrusting into her again.

He snarled, dropping his head to take a tight nipple into his lips. "Fuck, you feel good," he said.

She exhaled and pressed her hips higher into his, tightening their embrace. He changed the angle by pulling her leg up over his hip while clutching the back of her knee and dragging his palm down her ribcage, over her hip, and behind her thigh. She levered up into him as he braced himself above her with straight arms, digging her fingernails into his shoulders and placing her other foot firmly on the mattress. He leaned back, staring up towards the ceiling, but he closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and pounded on her while just barely maintaining control. He moaned as her nails rasped across his nipples and down his chest.

He said, "Touch yourself," before staring down at her and opening his eyes.

He saw as her fingers went inside her folds and snaked between their bodies. As he watched her swirl her finger around her clit, her eyes slowly closed. A guttural moan tore from her throat as she came hard, milking his cock in the most delightful way as he dipped his head once more to taste her swelling breasts. He gave her two more pumps before relinquishing control. As she tightened around him, his cock began to throb as he let go.

Her muscles relaxed around him as her legs dropped bonelessly to the bed, and fuck if that didn't feel nice. While taking a breath, he sank to his elbows and caressed her neck. It felt like the nicest dang thing he had ever experienced when her hands carelessly played over his back, following the dips and valleys of his muscles.

Before pulling away from her with a sigh, he softly kissed her lips, tenderly tease with only a brush of his and a sensitive nibble at her bottom lip. He spent a while, leaning over her on all fours, before forcing himself to get out of bed and go do the dishes.

He took the condom out and threw it in the trash before wiping his lips and beard with a washcloth. Although he would be content to carry her scent in his whiskers for days, he was aware that some women prefer not to be kissed if they can taste or smell themselves on the other person.

Returning to the room, he crept into the king-size bed next to her and spooned her. He felt as like he was in fucking paradise as she was warm, supple, and soft on him. He placed his head on the pillow, drew the sheet and blanket up over them, and slept off.

After a while, the buzz of his cellphone roused him up. He blinked a few times to clear his eyes and the mental fog as dawn was just beginning to brighten the space. Her head was resting on his shoulder, her arm was folded over his chest, and her legs were intertwined with his. He could feel her warm body pressing up against him. He did not want to go, but he had a long and dull day of back-to-back meetings ahead of him. He had a plane to catch first, though.

After separating his body from hers, he gave her a kiss on the top of the head. He stumbled out of her hug as she mumbled but didn't wake. She was sprawled across the bed as he stood beside the bed and peered down at her. His already hard cock began to throb with longing as he saw the contrast between her pale complexion and the bright red hair spread out across white sheets.

Although this was not his first one-night stand and he was used to casual sex, damned if he didn't want more of her. He groaned and rubbed his face to get the picture out of his brain as his phone rang again as a warning. He entered the bathroom and jerked himself out of the shower to resist the need to return to her bed. He grunted as he approached because he could still taste her and feel the throb of her clit in his lips. One night with her wouldn't be enough, he was aware.

He hurriedly got dressed, jotted down a message, and placed it next to the bed beside two ibuprofen tablets, a huge glass of water, and other supplies. He gave her one more longing glance before leaving, quietly closing the door behind him in the hopes of running into her again.