The Red Drifter of the Sea (Pirates of the Isles #3) - Celeste Barclay Page 0,50

Moira’s buttocks. He swirled the oil around the tight hole before nudging his finger into her secret passage. Moving quickly now, he added oil to the plug and brought it to her backside.

“Easy, sweet one. You know what’s happening. But it shouldn’t hurt as it did before. Breathe out as I press this into you,” Kyle said in soft tones. Once the tip entered Moira, he twisted as he inched it inside her. When the flange sat flush with her skin, he admired the site, his cock surging back to life. But he forced himself to ignore his intensifying need, focused on bringing Moira pleasure before they found it together. “Stand up and see how you feel.”

Moira rose from the table, uncertain how the new position would feel. It was awkward, but not painful. It intrigued her as she looked back at Kyle. She nodded, and he guided her to the bunk. Once she laid back, settled against the pillows, Kyle climbed between her thighs, letting his feet dangle off the end of the bed. Without warning, he wrapped his lips around her bud and drew it into his mouth. Her moan gave him pure male satisfaction as her hand pressed his head to her sheath. He gripped both of her wrists and pinned them to the bed. She would cede complete control to him on her own, or he would cease. Her hands flexed, but it was only a moment later that she sighed. He felt her body go limp and watched as her eyes drifted closed.

As his teeth nibbled and his tongue laved, his need to thrust into her just as his tongue did became undeniable. He rocked his hips into the mattress, trying to ease his discomfort. Knowing he wouldn’t last long before abandoning his current approach to pleasuring Moira, he sucked hard on her bud. Her hips sprang off the bed as she shattered. As the spasms rippled through her core, Kyle shifted up and thrust into her. Supporting himself on one forearm, he released one clamp, his mouth immediately taking its place. He licked the grooves left on Moira’s silky skin. As he rocked into her over and over, he soothed the sting. When she sighed, he shifted and released the other nipple. Her moan signaled her second release as her thighs squeezed the sides of his hips. She hadn’t reached for him since he’d pressed her hands away.

“Kyle,” Moira moaned. “So full.”

“Are you all right?” Kyle asked, praying that she didn’t ask him to stop. She’d been tight the last time he buried himself within her, but the addition of the plug made her channel into a vice.

“Yes. Can we stay like this for always?”

“Would that we could, sweet one,” Kyle chuckled. Moira rubbed her punished nipples against his chest, and he knew the pins and needles she felt would continue even after they finished. It would be a reminder of what they shared. As one hand continued to knead her breast, he realized that he longed to feel her hands on him. He’d never cared much in the past. As long as his bed partners did as he expected and didn’t just lay beneath him, he hadn’t been interested in them touching him. Now he could think of nothing else but Moira’s hands exploring his body as they had the last time they joined. “Touch me.”

Moira’s instantaneous response and sigh told Kyle what he’d hoped for. She was desperate for more contact, to take part fully in their coupling. “Kiss,” she muttered as her hands slid down his back until she grasped his backside, squeezing as she encouraged him to piston his cock into her. He captured her mouth in a wild and searing kiss that stole her breath away.

Moira’s body was floating above her even as she felt Kyle pressing her into the mattress. She never imagined such a maelstrom of sensations could coexist in her body without it going up in a conflagration of flames. Her palms had itched with the need to touch him, but she gladly surrendered to him, giving all control over to Kyle. Her curiosity encouraged her to discover without hesitation each unfamiliar sensation he introduced. But his invitation to touch him set her free, a wildness surging through her that made her hips meet his with just as much force as he used.

Kyle flipped them, so he bore Moira’s weight on top of him. She looked at him in surprise, but her pupils further dilated when