Wild Embrace (Wilder Irish #11) - Mari Carr Page 0,44

his shoes, then shifted, crawling over her until she was caged beneath him. He kissed her again, taking his time with her lips, before moving on, exploring her cheeks, the sensitive spot behind her ear that produced the cutest little squeak when he licked it. Then he kissed her down along her throat, licking a path all the way to her breasts.

Her chest was rising and falling, her breathing accelerated, her entire body flushed with arousal. He lowered his head and took one of her rosy nipples into his mouth, sucking on the tight nub as Darcy began to wiggle, her hips lifting from the bed.

He took his time with her breasts, using his mouth and fingers, toying with her nipples, squeezing them, cupping them.

Darcy’s head twisted from side to side, her eyes closed, her hands fisted in his hair. She’d begun to whisper her pleas for more, for everything.

Ryder lifted his head briefly and shrugged off his shirt, tossing it to the floor by the bed. Darcy’s eyes opened, her fingers tracing his muscles, his nipples. She unbuttoned his jeans as he watched, then slowly slid the zipper down.

Ryder held his breath, praying he’d find the strength to hold on. It had been too many years, and she was too perfect.

Her fingers accidentally brushed the head of his dick as she lowered the zipper, and he hissed, pulled away. She frowned, obviously thinking she’d hurt him.

He shook his head. “You can’t touch me. Not this first time. Jesus. Maybe not the first twenty times. It’s been too long,” he admitted.

“Twenty times,” she repeated, grinning, even as she nodded her understanding, unresisting when he grasped her wrists and raised them to the pillow under her head. He pressed them firmly for just a moment.

“Keep your hands there. Just like that,” he murmured deeply. “Surrender to me, Darcy.”

She trembled but not in fear. “Yes,” she whispered.

God. He was suddenly sorry he’d taken bondage off the table for tonight. Darcy’s desires hadn’t been born out of an innocent woman’s curiosity. She was truly submissive, her easy acquiescence drawing out his dominant side.

He didn’t remove his jeans. Not yet. He couldn’t. The second he released the beast, there was no way he could stop himself from taking her.

And he wouldn’t do that until she came first.

Ryder slid down, pushing her legs farther apart.

“Oh God,” Darcy whispered shakily.

Ryder smiled, aware she couldn’t see the response her words prompted. He licked her, one long stroke of his tongue along her slit as she trembled harder.

“So good. It’s all so good,” she said, her words so Darcy. She wouldn’t hold back anything, not her responses, her words, her feelings.

Ryder placed his thumb against her clit as he licked her again, applying pressure, wiggling it, and Darcy jerked as if struck by lightning.

“Omigod. There!” she said, as if he couldn’t tell he’d struck gold for himself. “Right there.”

He continued to move his thumb, varying the pressure and the speed until he knew she was getting close. With his other hand, he slid two fingers inside her wet, tight heat. Darcy’s back arched and she cried out loudly.

“Holy shit! Yes!”

He was glad they were alone in the apartment because there was no way her cousins wouldn’t know what was going on after that. He’d only stroked in and out of her pussy half a dozen times, his thumb still playing with her clit, when she came. Hard.

For a split second, her heavy breathing halted as her eyes squeezed shut tight, her inner muscles contracting against his fingers.

“Fuck,” she moaned, as he started moving his fingers again, determined to draw out her orgasm. Watching Darcy come was about to become his favorite pastime. There was no way he’d be able to resist driving her to climax again and again and again.

She started to come down, slowly, her body shaking slightly. Ryder wanted more. He wanted a hell of a lot more. He curled his fingers, searching.

Darcy’s hands flew up, as did her upper body, stiffening when he found her G-spot.

“Ryder!” she yelled, just before she fell over the edge again, coming once more. She dropped back to the bed when it started to wane, whimpering slightly when he pulled his fingers out.

“Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head. “Only in the best possible way. I thought I was going to die.”

He grinned, moving upwards so that he could kiss her. He’d never kissed a woman this much in bed. Typically the kisses were a prelude, something he’d spend a