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  “Well,” she sputtered. “I suppose you could, if I went and put some on.”

  Chapter Four

  “Wha—” Sheesh, what did he sound like? His slipped his hand under the few buttons still fastened and moved unerringly upward to feel soft, silky skin, springy curls and a wet, beautiful clit. “Oh my, my Vairi, you truly continue to surprise me in the most magnificent ways. All this for me? What a welcome.”

  “Mmm,” she sniggered, and reddened. “Well, I had a shower, and there didn’t seem much point in putting clean underwear on when I was hoping you’d just take them off again.”

  “Indeed not.” He eased his fingers inside her as he spoke and danced and scissored them together, moving them in then out to caress and tease her clit. “It would have used up precious time, time when I could be slipping my fingers inside you like I am now. So much more fulfilling, I’m thinking.” With his other hand, he made short work of the rest of the buttons, smiled his appreciation as the two sides of the robe fell apart, revealing her body, tanned and toned with tantalizing white strips across her breasts and pussy, and sighed in reverence at what was revealed. “No nude sunbathing then, Vairi My Queen? As a possessive man, I like the thought that these precious places are not for everyone to view, just me.”

  Her eyes, which had been half closed, seeming with passion, sprang open. “No one possesses me, Padraig O’Shea. No one. I am my own person, not anyone else’s. Understand?” Those deep blue eyes flashed at him, daring him to disagree.

  He didn’t. Oh my. Feisty, as well as arousing. Be still my heart.

  “I wasn’t meaning it like it sounded, Vairi,” Raig said earnestly. “I would never dream of possessing you in that way. I just like the idea that you don’t bare your all for all to see. I don’t like the idea of other men seeing those glorious breasts and that secret, sensitive clit. I’m man enough to enjoy the idea that they are for my eyes only. That is my idea of possessive. I’m hoping you’ll feel the same about me. I don’t bare my all for others to see. Although,” he said humorously, “I confess, I do go topless.”

  He saw her lips twitch. “You sod. There I was, getting my knickers in a twist—well, I would have been if I’d any on—and you disarm me, poof, just like that. How the hell do you do it?” She shook her head. “However, I can see you are daring enough to go topless, you shameless creature. No tan lines.” She pulled his sweatshirt up as she spoke. Buttons popped as she swiftly sent his shirt the same way. Raig helped by removing his fingers from inside her as the top came over his head, only to replace them immediately after and caress her clit as he did so.

  “Does that feel good, my Vairi?” Needy or what?

  “Oh God, yes. Very good. Shit, Raig, you’ve got magic fingers.” Vairi panted the words. “But I want you in me.” She gasped. “Feel your cock in me.” Her hands stole to the hard ridge pushing against his jeans, and circled it over the denim. “I want to see.”

  “Patience. We’ve all the time we want, there’s no rush.” He soothed with his voice as he excited her with his hands.

  Vairi screamed. Raig swiftly covered her mouth with his, drank in her pleasure and held her tightly as she shook and came in an explosive climax.

  “Hell,” she gasped. “In me. Now. Please, now…aah.” Raig flexed his fingers and felt her shudder again as her hands moved to his fly and she clumsily began to open the zip. He drew in his breath sharply. She seemed to understand why.

  “Don’t worry,” she said reassuringly. “I won’t catch you in it. I’ve a feeling your cock is much too important to both of us to do it any damage.”

  Her breath hitched as her fingers encountered his silky hardness. Raig was somewhat relieved she made sure they were a barrier between his flesh and the metal teeth of the zipper.

  “I need to know what it’s like to have you deep inside me, Rake, touching my soul.” She laughed shakily. “Hell, fanciful or what? But oh-so-true.” The concentration on her face as she struggled with his jeans excluded any other emotion.

  Raig was moved by her statement. He couldn’t find the words to describe his emotions so he kissed her breast as he kept up the pressure inside her and alternated between soothing and caressing. He could tell by the way she moved awkwardly to pull his jeans off he wasn’t making it easy for her, but he thought by her choppy breathing and the indrawn breath as he touched her clit it was worth it. Especially when she started to play him at his own game and began to run her fingers up and down his already throbbing dick. Her feather-light touches equally excited and inflamed him and he was damn sure his cock was slick with pre-cum. He moaned—in pleasure or pain, he wasn’t sure. Whichever, he knew it was the prelude to the explosive emotions of making love.

  “Oh, love…” Her voice petered out. “Lovely.” She spoke so quietly he strained to hear. He could have sworn she was going to use the ‘L’ word before she amended it. One day, he vowed to himself, she would say it. Out loud, to him, about him.

  Vairi stilled her hands and her clever arousal stopped. He looked at her closely, saw the worried look, and decided to try teasing. “What’s up? Other than me, thanks to those clever, dexterous hands of yours. I was so enjoying the way they were turning me on, then they stopped. You’ve gone away from me, my love. Where are you?”

  She shook her head as if to clear it again. “I’m here. Sorry. Well, anyway…I, er…”

  “Realized overwhelming love for me?” He thought she would laugh. Instead she looked stunned.

  “Lust,” she replied emphatically.

  Too much so? He could only hope it was a case of the lady protests too much.

  “I am totally lusting after you, Rake O’Shea. Can you please breathe in and let me concentrate on not catching anything I shouldn’t? Because once I get these damn jeans off your legs”—she smiled with sexual promise—“I’m going to taste you.”

  “Make me come? With your mouth?” His fingers moved again. “As I put my tongue into you, lick your pussy, suck your clit?” Had he gone too far with his frankness? Judging by the wicked smile, he thought not.

  She slapped his legs lightly. “Let me concentrate, or there’ll be no coming. Only going…to hospital.”

  “Ouch. I’ll let you concentrate.” Still, he touched her clit, even as he breathed in and felt the zip part, and his cock pushed above tight black briefs, making its presence known. As he’d thought, his pre-cum glistened over its length. He hoped it made her itch to taste it as much as he wanted to taste her. “Taste then. As far as I know, it’s not illegal. Ah, Vairi, I so would be loving to feel you do that.”

  She said something, too low for him to hear.

  “Darlin’. Why the mutters? Is there something wrong?” He wasn’t sure if he was goading or inquiring. “Are you wanting me to stop playing with your clit? Move my hands away?” He suited his actions to his words when she halted him by pushing his fingers more firmly into her then moaned softly.

  “Do not dare, unless you think I’m not capable enough to get you out of those jeans and into my mouth while I’m writhing in ecstasy.” Her smile was a challenge. One he picked up and took immediately as he flexed his fingers and began to pluck, nip, soothe and caress.

  Vairi arched her back as if a charge of electricity shot through her. “Damn it, Rake, I’m going to come before I even get your bloody jeans off. Stop it.” With shaky hands she swatted his leg. “Lift your butt so I can get them down.”

  He complied rapidly, but even so he made damn sure he never stopped those sensual movements with his fingers. She seemed to have difficulty in getting the butter-soft denim down his legs and over his feet. Raig had already kicked off his shoes in order to facilitate her actions—his practice of not wearing socks whenever possible was a definite bonus.

  He sensed her eyes on him as she checked out his body and, he thought optimistically, feasted on what she could see. Raig gave himself a mental check over. His legs were tanned up to a line across his upper thigh, then the white skin extended to just below hi
s waist. His torso was tanned, his face and arms ditto. He waited in anticipation for her next move.

  She ran a finger up his leg and smiled provocatively at his indrawn breath, and held her finger tantalizingly near his cock, which of course twitched in encouragement. A throaty laugh showed she was aware of the effect she had on him.

  “Hot holidays?” Her finger traced the defining line along his thigh between tan and no tan before slowly moving upward again.

  He nodded and swallowed to try to get enough saliva to speak. “Working here mainly. I’m too busy to do much else. Although it makes you tan, clothes are annoying. It’s hot and sweaty and thirsty and—”

  “Yes, well, I get the gist,” she interjected in haste, her skin flushed, the pulse at the base of her throat fast. He saw the brief glance she gave his erection, now so hard as to almost shout for attention. Didn’t she comprehend it was her who was having the effect on him? His cock begged—cried—to go inside her and come there. It seemed she thought the same way.

  “Raig, I need you. I want to experience you filling me, pleasuring me. Please?”

  Thank God. If only he could hold off long enough to make it more than a ‘three thrusts and it’s over’ encounter. Right then…

  “Well, Vairi My Queen, your wish is so very truly my command. But I’ll be needing to be moving for a second.” Slowly, eroticism in every deliberate motion, he slipped his fingers out of her with a last sensual touch on her clit before he stood up unhurriedly and pulled her with him. “I was thinking the bed would be more comfortable maybe, and I need to be getting condoms.”

  He watched her blush all the way to her hairline. Was she worried about his bluntness? He wouldn’t have thought so. Surely she would be happy to know he practiced safe sex?

  “Oh fuck.” She groaned. “I cannot believe I’d forgotten about the importance of those little bits of latex. Shit, my cousin even works for a condom company! It shows how long it is since I got down and dirty with any… Oh fuck again. Sorry. My big mouth.”

  He had to laugh at her embarrassment as he led her into the small, well-appointed bedroom where most of the space was occupied by a king-size bed covered by a navy blue duvet. When he’d had the option, Raig had gone for bed space rather than walk-around space. He opened a drawer in the cabinet above the bedhead and exhaled in relief.

  “Phew. I was wondering if there were any in here. I don’t often have a need for them.” He saw and interpreted her interrogating glance correctly. “I don’t go in for casual sex, love. Contrary to what it may look like, I’m very choosy. But I do keep a stash for any of the lads who might need one and haven’t got any. As does Phil. The last thing we want is paternity claims left, right and center. I’ll tell you now, I’m damn glad I stocked up recently.” He put a handful of silver foil packets on top of the cabinet.

  Vairi laughed and lifted her tote bag off the chair where he noticed she’d left it earlier and opened it. Slowly she put her hand inside and withdrew a box of condoms, putting it on the other tiny bedside cabinet.

  Bloody hell. In the heat of the moment, he had all but forgotten about that important little package, and she’d been the sensible one.

  “I was a Girl Guide, so I’m always prepared.” She turned, and rubbed her hands up and down his chest, lingering on each muscle in turn. “Oh, Rake, I love touching you, seeing how I affect you.” She ran her hands across his nipples and pinched each nub hard enough to sting. As he took a sharp breath at the explosion of sensation, she laughed softly. The feeling of her hands on his skin and hair was combustible, and it was he who was going to combust. It was so bloody hard to let her set the pace, let her discover what she wanted and how she wanted it.

  “Oh hell, Raig.” She was muttering under her breath so quietly he had to strain to hear. “I couldn’t tell you the last time I felt like this. What is it the mags say, ‘Unleash your sexuality’? Well, mine’s about to be unleashed big time. I hope you don’t mind.”

  Very slowly, she moved her hands lower down his body as she spoke, and to his delight she trailed her lips slowly after them. Each touch left a slash of heat that burned into him and increased his arousal.

  “I’m sipping and savoring you, my Rake. Every inch, all the way.”

  He watched as a look of devilment spread across Vairi’s face.

  “Ooh, Raig, you’re so stiff.” She paused. “All over. Relax why don’t you.” Her mouth reached his balls and she gently rolled them around with her tongue and fingers, alternating touching them and his cock.

  He nigh on hit the roof as he saw stars. Was he cross-eyed? It wouldn’t surprise him one bit. “Relax? Jeez, Vairi, there’s no bloody chance of that. You’re going to make me come before I get anywhere near inside you if you keep doing that. It’s fucking amazing. Aahh! So a-maz-ing.” The insistent pressure of her mouth had him at his boiling point. “God almighty, woman, I might never recover.”

  “Can you feel yourself? You’re swelling and pulsing in my mouth. Making me wet and ready for you.” She cocked her head to one side without releasing him. “Ah, decisions, decisions. Do I carry on and make you come in my mouth? Or am I selfish and ask you to come deep inside me? Or both?”

  “Oh, definitely both, my love.” Was that croaky voice really his? “I’m sure we will have the stamina. It’s over to you. I’m happy to see how you decide.” He put his hands on her shoulders to steady himself and they tightened as she pulled him farther into her mouth.

  “Jeez, it’s been a long time since I’ve felt a cock in my mouth or anywhere. Oh shit, shit, shit! That is so un-PC. Gah, I’m sorry.”

  He could tell she was mortified by the way her mouth stopped moving and she dipped her head. Instead of agreeing that ‘yes, not good to talk about past conquests’, he laughed. “Ditto re me in a mouth or pussy,” he reassured her. “But I’m sure it’s like riding a bike. Once you’re back on again, you’ll remember everything you need to know.”

  “Well.” She gurgled. “Here’s hoping. And that I remember how to overcome my gagging reflex. Now, let me see.” She adjusted her head and drew him even deeper.

  Raig groaned. “Hell, Vairi, I’m going to come inside your mouth and shoot down your throat if you carry on.” He held on to his sanity and his cum by a thread. Every single fiber in his body was taut and ready to break. However, he was damned if he was going to let it happen until he was good and ready.

  Slowly she moved her mouth up almost to the tip, giving herself the chance to speak throatily in between moves. “That’s the idea. I’m going to make you scream for me, Raig. I’ll milk you, drink you and love you.” He reckoned she began to take him inside her mouth again before she truly understood just what she had said.

  He noticed however. Like a wise man, he kept his mouth shut. His pleasure was too high to even begin to think how she meant ‘love’. But I know, he thought on a spike of ecstasy as she drew him deep into her throat, and his cock responded in anticipation of all to come by throbbing at the brink of pain. I know it has to be more than sex. These feelings she’s giving me, the intensity, the amount of Vairi I’m getting. It’s love, even if it is love given unknowingly. The soft sweep of her tongue as it caressed the hard length of him, her mouth as it sucked him deeper made him writhe in ecstasy. Her teeth nipped gently before her lips soothed. It was, he deduced hazily, fucking marvelous in any sense of the word. Perhaps when he had breath to spare, he’d tell her. If, he surmised as sensations overwhelmed him, he ever did.

  Raig registered the fact that his legs were trembling. Sheer willpower kept him upright instead of collapsing onto the bed. Vairi worked her mouth cleverly, as she brought him ever closer to climax. One thought was going over and over through his mind. That he was either going to have to beg her to stop or come deep inside her, filling her mouth and her throat with his cum.

  With a mischievous upward slant of her face, which gave him a whole new set of sensations to contend with, she smiled provocatively before taking him as deep down her throat
as possible and milking him. He had no options left to him. Raig came hard and fast, his breath choppy, his pulse racing as he shouted, shuddered and spilled into her mouth. He clutched her shoulders as she sucked and swallowed every last drop of semen, his whole body shaking with the intense emotions rolling over him in waves. His knees were giving way, but she still held him captive in her mouth until finally, as his last shudder of passion subsided, she slowly stroked her mouth up his still-hard length, pressing teasing kisses as she moved her lips away with—it seemed—regret.

  A gentle push on his abdomen had him fall back onto the bed, with his legs and feet dangling over the edge. He was too spent to move them. Too spent to talk. He looked at her still kneeling next to the bed, tiny drops of his cum on her lips, a satisfied smile on her face. When he got the energy, that smile of satisfaction was going to be for a whole different reason. A pity that he was so drained, as he was damn certain he had no idea when that energy would be in him.

  Raig patted the bed next to him. “Oh, love, I’ve not the words to describe how honored I’m feeling.” He knew the brogue was there, hoped she’d understand it was due to passion and not put on. When in the throes of deep emotion, his accent was strong but he couldn’t help it. “If you’ll be giving me a week or two to recover, I’ll be repaying the compliment. For now, can I just be giving you a cuddle?”

  With a chuckle she stood, went into the bathroom and returned with a damp cloth in her hand before moving to lie on the bed, her head on a pillow.

  “Come on, get the energy to lie down properly.” She shook her head pseudo-mockingly. “I don’t know, youngsters of today, no stamina or staying power.” She was openly laughing as he slowly dragged himself up the bed to lie at her side. He was glad she couldn’t read his mind. Oh ho, was she ever in for a shock.