Until Ireland

by Tl Reeve

  I held out my hand to assist her, ignoring the bolt of desire I felt when she placed her palm in mine. Without waiting for her approval, I scooped Ireland into my arms before making my way back inside.

  “Wait…” she peeked over my shoulder. “My wine glass and your bottle of beer.”

  I cocked a brow. “Plan on drinking anymore tonight?”

  “No.”

  “Then leave it.”

  Ireland remained in my arms as I walked through the first floor and up the stairs. Letting her curvy little body slip down mine was a mistake. My dick was throbbing in need. We both thankfully ignored it, although I didn’t miss the flare of desire I saw in her gaze.

  “I’m not a fan of smelling like smoke from the pit all night, so I’ll be taking a shower. Feel free to do whatever you want. My room is there.” I gestured toward the double doors at the end of the hallway, in case she forgot. “I’ll leave the doors open. Come on in if you’re done before me.”

  “Alright,” she said, too docile for my tastes.

  It made me wonder if she was having second thoughts or regretting staying. Having her in my bed tonight would be torture for me after everything we’d been through, but I was willing to hold her while we slept if that was all she was ready for.

  “Once you’re undressed, pass me your clothes, and I’ll get them in the washer,” I informed with a kiss on her forehead before she closed the door.

  Moments later the door cracked open, and I saw pale arms pushing clothes at me. I gathered them, took them downstairs, and got a cycle going before making my way back upstairs.

  As promised, I left the massive double doors to my bedroom open. When I stepped into my bathroom, I shut myself in. I needed a moment of privacy. Might be a good idea to relieve the pressure building in my dick before climbing into bed with her. If she had any doubts about what I wanted, my dick poking at her wouldn’t help matters.

  Because both of my businesses were successful and ran purely on function, my home was made for comfort. The entire house reflected the aesthetic of relaxation, and it was even more evident in my bedroom. The space was large and rustic. Exposed wooden beams crisscrossed the ceiling, and an equally large black iron chandelier with small LED lights gave the illusion of candles. It hung over the bed, illuminating the area a soft amber glow. The color scheme was done in natural colors, beiges and grays with pops of dark burgundy, thanks to my mom’s interference with the decorator.

  Off to the left rested a two-seater couch and a chair and half. Both faced the large window which overlooked the back portion of my property with the manmade lake. In the wintertime, the dark blues and purples of the sky were a perfect backdrop to the changing leaves of fall. It was my favorite spot at the end of a long week to unwind and relax.

  Knowing I had limited time, I quickly undressed then brought my clothes back out to the bench at the end of my bed before making my way to the en-suite bathroom. The rustic theme was carried into there too.

  Double sinks rested against a gray wood panel wall with a full mirror. A large whirlpool tub that could fit a half dozen people lay on the other side of the room under another large window. I’d never used the thing, but I suspected it would all change with Ireland in my life.

  The toilet was behind a privacy door, yet it was the massive shower that was center stage in the room. Different color gray tile covered both the floor and walls. Dual shower heads were on each side, and a large black rain showerhead hung dead center of the glass enclosure. In addition, a large bench ran the entire length of one wall. Again, it wasn’t something I used since I didn’t shave my legs or shit like that, but Ireland would eventually get to utilize it. I grinned. We’d take advantage of it together for other fun activities.

  My dick bobbed in agreement. Constantly thinking about sex with Ireland wasn’t going to keep my cock calm when I climbed into bed with her. I needed to hurry the fuck up. Thanks to the on-demand water heater I had installed after I bought the property, the moment I turned on the water, it’d be hot. Wasting no time, I stepped under the spray and let the water crash over me. I stuck my hand under the dispenser for bodywash then grabbed one of the washcloths and went to work, lathering myself up. The scent of the soap finally took the smell of the fire off my body.

  Using the lather from the soap, I grabbed the base of my dick. The glint of the silver balls from the dydoe piercing caught my eye. The balls ran parallel to my dick and passed through the ridged edge, dead center on the head of my cock, something Ireland obviously hadn’t paid attention to the first night we were together.

  The piercing resulted from a night of overindulgence in tequila at twenty-one. I only kept the damn thing because it had hurt like a bitch to get. Why go through all that pain only to remove it? All these years later, it required minimum maintenance—keeping it clean and switching out the piercing occasionally.

  I looked at my hand wrapped around my dick and imagined it was Ireland’s delicate palm. Preferable her left hand, with the clusters of blue and pink flowers along with dark green leaves tattooed on her ring finger. It was the hand she used on my dick the night I took her back to my apartment above Flame. I couldn’t stop thinking about it and had been jacking off to that exact memory every night since then. It also didn’t help with her being right down the hallway, perhaps naked, getting a shower in my other bathroom.

  I groaned, thinking about Ireland’s body, flushed and wet from the heat of her shower. I fucked my fist at lighting speed, acutely aware I wouldn’t be able to draw my pleasure out this time. It was entirely possible she’d be entering my bedroom at any moment. I really didn’t want her finding me masturbating.

  “Jesus,” I groaned when I gave my dick a heavy squeeze, knowing Ireland’s pussy would be just as tight. I focused on the up-down movement of my hand. My thumb stopped to gather the pre-cum gathered at the tip. My balls drew up, and the familiar tingling in my spine announced my impending release.

  It happened so fast. My knees buckled, and cum burst from my tip on a downward stroke. A groan fell from my lips. Splashes of my cum landed on the tile wall while the rest was wasted down the drain.

  “Fuck.” I gasped at how hard I orgasmed. The relief I’d been hoping for wasn’t there. My cock remained hard in my hand. “Motherfucker.” I gritted my teeth, slamming my fist against the tile in frustration.

  Quickly, because I’d wasted enough time stroking my dick, I rinsed the bubbles and the remains of my release from my hand then washed my hair before turning off the shower knob with more force than necessary. I snatched my towel off the warming bar and snapped it around my hips as I strolled out into my bedroom.

  Ireland sat waiting for me on my bed, wearing my t-shirt—sans bra. The fabric was wet, thanks to her damp hair. I couldn’t help but notice her hard nipples poking against the white fabric. Maybe, just maybe, if I looked hard enough, I could make out the exact color of her areolas.

  “Fuck me,” I grumbled, noticing how the t-shirt rode up slightly exposed her thighs with her tattoos playing peek-a-boo. I’d never been jealous of an article of clothing before, but I damnit, I guess there was always a first time. Was she even wearing the boxers I gave her? I couldn’t tell from this angle.

  With all her make-up gone, it gave her a fresh-faced, wholesome look, making her appear younger. Her emerald gaze dropped to my groin, and I knew she was staring at my hard cock pressing against the towel I’d wrapped around my waist.

  “Give me a second,” I said, my tone abrupt as I made my way to my dresser and pulled out a pair of black boxer briefs. I normally wore boxer-briefs during the day and boxers to bed. That wasn’t going to happen tonight because my dick was so hard it’d escape through the cutout in the front. At least the black pair in my hand might keep my dick contained.

  Turning my back on her so she didn’t get a bird’s eye view of my raging erection, I dropped them then pulled on my boxer-briefs.

  “Ready for bed?” I asked, in an attempt to sound casual. It felt anyth
ing but, thanks to my husky voice. Need coursed through my body due to the red-headed beauty who looked way too comfortable sitting on my bed.

  Ireland nodded.

  I pulled the blankets back, watching intently as she scurried under the covers. I joined her in my bed, making sure to keep my body close but still away from hers. I rolled onto my back, throwing my arm up over my head. When I was sure she’d settled in, I reached over and turned off the lights, filling the room in darkness. It was going to be one of the longest fucking nights of my life.

  “Mack?” she whispered before I felt her fingertips caress my abdomen. My body tensed at her touch.

  I clenched my teeth and grunted. “Listen, I’m trying to be noble here, cupcake. I told you I wasn’t expecting sex, and I meant it.”

  She moved closer, pressing her full tits against my side. I swear my dick was under threat of being choked off thanks to the tightness of my underwear.

  “What if I want to give it, you know, a try?” A warm puff of her breath that floated across my skin.

  “Do you?” I asked, trying to keep myself under control. I hoped and prayed she did, otherwise I was going to need another shower tonight.

  “Yes,” she responded so quietly, my ears strained to hear her.

  It was all the permission I needed. I rolled, tucking her curvy little body under me while making sure to keep my weight on my forearms by her head so I didn’t squish her.

  “Oh, baby.” I groaned, working my hips between her legs. Her warm pussy seared my dick through my boxer briefs. Newsflash, Ireland didn’t have a stitch of clothing on under the borrowed t-shirt she was wearing.

  Not wanting to give her my full weight, I leaned onto my right forearm while my left hand got busy removing the shirt that kept me from seeing her body in all its glory.

  When the shirt got caught up in her hair, Ireland took over, lifting her upper body, pulling the fabric over her head, and tossing it on the floor.

  Nothing prepared me for my first glimpse of her body in the soft light of room. Sure, I’d imagined her naked and in my bed several times, but reality was the clear winner. Perfect firm breasts and cream skin topped with the most delicate little nipples in the palest of pink I’d ever seen greeted my perusal. My gaze flickered to the flare of her hips, the little rounded belly that I knew one day in the future would be filled with my babies, and finally on the trim red curls covering her sex.

  Jesus, she was stunning, and all of her beautiful body was mine to tease and caress. To hold, to protect, and most importantly to love. It’d be my most important job to date, and one I’d gladly do every damn day.

  Ireland cleared her throat. “You’re looking at my breasts again.”

  It was a struggle, but eventually, I was able to tear my eyes from her tits and focus on her face. Looking at her, it wasn’t hard to miss the desire I saw reflected in her gaze or in the way her voice quivered when she spoke.

  She was just as much a goner as I was.

  I cocked a brow and gently reminded her, “Except, if memory serves me, you did give me permission this time.”

  She laughed, entwining her legs around mine, pulling me deeper to her into the apex of her thighs. “I did. I just want to know if you were planning to look all night or do something with the naked woman in your bed?”

  I chuckled. “Oh, cupcake, rest assured, I’m going to do the woman in my bed all night long. It’s just—” I shook my head, and my gaze dropped back down to her chest. “Your breasts are even better when you’re naked.”

  Ireland giggled. “Thank you…I think.”

  “Trust me, cupcake, it was a compliment,” I promised her.

  I said a silent prayer, hoping for control, otherwise, I’d end up embarrassing myself and coming the moment I got inside of her. Not something I wanted for our first time. Hell, I didn’t want that to happen any time we climaxed together.

  Ireland wasn’t helping matters though. Her hands were busy burning a path across my shoulders, up and down my chest, and finally onto my lower back, right above my ass. I groaned in pleasure when her fingers dove under the black fabric holding back my dick and she gave my butt a hearty squeeze. She pulled me tight against her body.

  Needing a taste of her, I pressed my lips to hers with a gentle kiss. A bolt of desire shot through my body. Ireland gasped, and ever the opportunist, I slipped between her lips. Our tongues dueled in an open-mouthed, carnal kiss. It was wet, sloppy, and hot as hell. Breaking the kiss, I nibbled my way along her jawline to her neck, pausing to mark the area on her shoulder with my teeth. I inhaled her scent, a mix of fruity bodywash, searing it into my brain. Then I kissed my way down to her breasts. I used my left hand to push the plump flesh up toward my mouth before placing a soft kiss on the pink tip. Her hips jerked, and she pressed her wet core against my lower stomach and groin, marking me with her juices.

  My lips drew the taut bud into my mouth. I moaned against her flesh while lashing the tight little pearl and suckling it hard.

  “Mack…” Ireland whimpered, wrapping her legs around my lower half.

  Releasing her nipple, I kissed my way over to her neglected breast, giving it the same attention as the other. I swear, she tasted of tart apples with a hint of spicy cinnamon. It made me wonder if her pussy tasted as sweet. Unable to help myself, I shifted down her body, craving a sample of her cunt. Ireland, as if sensing my end game, spread her legs, draping them over my shoulders and allowing me to settle my face between her thighs.

  Without a word, I ran my tongue through her soaked folds, savoring her tangy sweetness on my taste buds. “Jesus, baby, you taste good,” I mumbled against her swollen flesh, licking her again and again, needing more of her taste in my mouth.

  Ireland gasped when I gave her vagina an openmouthed kiss. Her fingers burrowed into my hair, finding purchase, and she held me tight against her. I gazed up over her lush body to where she cupped her tits, her thumb and forefinger worrying her nipples while I feasted on her sweet cunt. It was a thing of beauty, and next time I fucked her, I was going to make sure she was riding my dick so I could watch her play with her tits.

  I spread the lips of her pussy apart with my fingers, noticing the paleness of her sex matched the color of her areolas. The bundle of nerves at the top of her mound was swollen, wet, and throbbing with need. I gave it a gentle kiss before I blew a puff of air over it.

  Ireland groaned in pleasure.

  Her little body was so damn responsive

  I continued devouring her, pushing her closer and closer to an orgasm. I sunk a finger into her, feeling the warm, wet, tightness of her channel. I’d never been the type of guy to engage in oral sex with a woman in the hopes she’d return the favor with a blowjob. I always enjoyed giving head as well as receiving it, but it was never a requirement. With Ireland, I suspected it’d be something I’d crave daily.

  I worked a second finger into her, searching for her sweet spot—the one place I knew would drive her wild. Curling my fingers in a come-hither motion, I pushed her closer and closer to orgasm. Her back arched off the bed. Her eyes went wide as her nails dug into my scalp. The bite of pain across my skin added to the arousal pooling low in my gut. My cock throbbed. When I looked up at her, I groaned. She was beauty personified. At the first flutter of her orgasm, Ireland screamed, and I swirled my tongue through her sex, gathering every drop of her release and savoring her sweetness. When the ripples of her channel eased its grip on my fingers, I slipped them from her body.

  Ireland mewled in protest.

  “Easy, baby,” I cooed as I went to my knees between her thighs.

  Catching and holding her blissed-out gaze, I made a show of lapping her release from my fingers.

  “Please, Mack, I need you inside me,” Ireland begged so prettily on a breathy moan.

  My craving matched hers. My dick gave a hearty kick, and precum pooled at the tip. I pulled down my boxer briefs with a sense of urgency I’d never felt before. Yearning for her touch, I gathered her ha
nd in mine and pressed it against the rigid flesh of my now-exposed erection. Although Ireland’s hands were dainty, they didn’t have the softness of a pampered princess. No, not this girl. She had calloused hands from hard work, and I felt every one of them on the ultra-sensitive flesh covering my dick.

  I gritted my teeth, fighting the urge to come as her fingers explored my long length. She hesitated over the piercing, and I smirked when her fingers went back to the metal balls over and over again. Her curiosity piqued, she lifted to her elbows to check out what she’d felt with her fingers.

  “You have a piercing,” she said, her voice filled with wonder and confusion. When she’d touched my dick last time, her grip had stayed low, around the root. Her hand had never explored or gone to the tip.

  Christ…her pouty little lips were a hairsbreadth from touching my dick. If I shifted a half an inch forward, the bulbous head of my cock would find heaven with the brim of her mouth. As if sensing what I needed, her pink tongue darted out and eagerly lapped up the wetness gathering on my tip.

  I hissed. “Goddamn it, baby, keep that up and we won’t get to the good stuff.”

  Ireland gave a sultry, seductive laugh. “I don’t know, Mack, you’ve already been pretty damn good.”

  She was great for my ego and all, but our first time together wouldn’t end with me coming in her mouth, and I told her as much in the bluntest of terms. She giggled, and her cheeks turned pink. The laugh had my balls drawing up tight against my body, and more pre-cum pooled on the head of my dick. This time, I stopped her from drinking it up. I wanted to enjoy this, and if she put her mouth on me again, it was going to be over before it even started.

  “Get on your back,” I ordered, watching as she scurried to do so. “Eyes on me, baby, while I fuck you.”

  Settling between her legs, I placed my hands beside her head, keeping most of my bulk off her, which gave me an erotic view of where we’d be connected. I wrapped my hand around the base of my erection, then rubbed the tip through the lips of her sex, gathering her wetness before tucking my dick into her pussy. My mind was so focused on getting inside of her, it superseded everything else.