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Feeling his fingers tap on my thigh, my eyes shoot open, “Eyes on me. Don’t check out or I’m stopping.”

“Okay, I’m not. I’m right here.” He slowly but steadily pushes inside. Not stopping until I can feel him bottom out.He waits for me to adjust to the completely full feeling as well as the slight burn from his girth. “Kieran, move.”

My heels dig into his ass moving him along. It doesn’t take him any time to start moving. Slowly at first then finding our rhythm. His hands are everywhere, gripping my hips, pinching my nipples, smacking the side of my ass. I’m going insane not being able to touch his perfect, chiseled body.

Unable to take it anymore, “Let me touch you, please.”

He’s already shaking his head before I finish my sentence. “Not this time, let me worship you.” His fingers circle my clit as he changes angles slightly, and oh, ohhh. I’m done. “I’m going to come again.” Kieran keeps his same tempo, and I’m right on the edge.

He grips my hips and growls, “Don’t you dare, Britt. You don’t come until I say you can.”

What? How does that piss me off and turn me on even more at the exact same time.

“You like being bossed around? Yeah, I can tell by how tightly your pussy is gripping me. Show me how good you can be for me, Brave Girl.” I swear his words alone could send me straight to space. I’m trying so hard to hold off but my climax is so close I can practically taste it.

“Kieran, please.”

His thrusts become erratic as his muscles strain above me. “Now, be a good girl and come on my cock. Come now.” I fall off the cliff into oblivion as the most intense orgasm washes over me. Stars dance in my eyes from the intensity, and I can faintly hear Kieran groan out my name. Once I float back down to earth and open my eyes, Kieran is holding himself up on his forearms above me. Sweat glistens on his forehead and chest from the moonlight shining through his otherwisepitch black room. His forehead leans down to meet mine.

“Fuck.”

Smirking, I let out a small laugh, “Yeah, I think we’ve covered that.”

Kieran gets up to take care of the condom and put on a pair of boxers. Once he’s done with that he cleans me up with a warm washcloth and climbs back in bed with me.

“So you want to tell me what actually brought you in here?”

“I just had a bad dream.”

“What about?”

He moves me so my head is on his chest and my leg is draped across his thigh. His arm wraps around me holding me close to him. “I don’t want to talk about it.” He doesn’t fight me on it like I thought he would. Just nods, and drops it.

“Sleep Britt. The bad dreams can’t get you here.”

“I just need a few seconds, then I’ll go back to my room.”

His hold tightens on me before he whispers, “Stay.”

“Are you sure? I can leave?”

“Stay.”

“Okay, I’ll stay.” Something sounds different in his voice but I can’t put my finger on it. Like he needs me to stay just as badly as I want to.

“Swear?”

I breathe him in, sandalwood, whiskey, and something uniquely him. I breathe out and let my body relax into him.

“Swear.”

His hand comes up to massage my scalp gently. As I let sleep take over his voice filters through my half asleep brain, “Thank you, Mo Stóirín.”

* * *

Waking up surrounded by the warmest blanket, I snuggle deeper into it. Something grips me tighter around the stomach and shoulders, and I’m pulled back against a warm hard chest. My eyes spring open and all the memories of last night come rushing back. Shit, I’ve got to get out of here. Before I can even move Kieran’s lips touch the shell of my ear and he presses his already hard dick into my back.

“Don’t panic and don’t leave. Just lie here with me a little longer, Mo Stóirín. It’s still early.”