Page 27 of Finding the One (River Rain #7)
Once the condom was on, he caught me tough at the back of my neck, his other hand gripped the back of a thigh, and he swung me through the air.
Naturally, and because I wanted to, when we collided, I curled my other leg around him, he curled the one he had hold of there, and with a luscious grunt from him, and a long, low whimper from me, he was inside.
Standing by the side of his bed, Dair had impaled me on his cock without even guiding it.
That was so fucking amazing, I almost came right then.
I’d be glad I didn’t.
He put a knee to the bed, then he was on me, and he was fucking me.
There was nothing gentle to it. Again, no lead up.
He still had a grip on the back of my neck, one behind my knee, and he kept both to hold me steady as he pounded into me, his eyes locked to my face, the sound of our flesh slapping together mingling with his grunts of effort and my pants of pleasure filling the room.
Right, now I was going to come.
I grasped a hank of his hair, scored my nails down his back, and delighted in his grunted, “ Fuck .”
And then he was pounding deeper, faster. Banging against my sensitized clit, he yanked my knee up, I pulled the other one high, and suddenly, every stroke inside slammed against something, and let me tell you, it was extraordinary .
“Honey,” I gasped, holding on tighter to his hair, sinking my nails into his lat, racing toward an orgasm.
“Ye got a beautiful, wet, tight cunt, baby,” he rumbled.
Oh God.
Was that the best compliment anyone had ever given me?
Yes.
Yes, as insane as it sounded, it so totally was.
I wanted this man to love my cunt.
I wanted this man to love everything about me.
“Dair, honey, yes!” I exclaimed, swinging my calves in and digging in with my heels as I raised my hips to meet his strokes and exploded.
And exploded.
And exploded .
I was so far gone, it was just Dair and me and my orgasm, and that was all I wanted it to be.
Forever.
Dair fucked me through it, and he didn’t stop fucking even when his grunts turned into a long, hot groan, his hips bucked without rhythm, his hold on me grew dizzyingly, delectably painful, his head snapped back, and I knew he was coming.
I was nuzzling his jaw while he came down because he’d buried his face in the side of my neck.
And I knew it had left him when his grip disappeared, but his hands started skating gently over my skin.
This seemed to take a while, and I hoped that indicated his climax was even minimally as awesome as mine.
Eventually, he took his weight from me by rolling us to our sides.
But he didn’t stop trailing his hands all over me.
And he caught my gaze.
“Only thing on this planet I’d be willing to abandon a bacon and brie piece for is a good, solid fuck with my woman in my bed,” he declared.
Good God.
He was just so… Dair .
“Well, that was flowery and romantic, Sir Galahad,” I replied.
He grinned unashamedly at me and palmed a handful of my ass.
Totally so Dair .
“What’s a piece?” I asked.
“Sandwich,” he answered.
Ooo, bacon and brie sandwiches.
“What kind of bread did you use?” I asked.
He started chuckling and took advantage of his clutch on my ass to pull me closer to him. “Love it ye like your food, hen.”
“Thrilled, Dair, but you didn’t answer my question.”
That was when he burst out laughing.
Then he rolled to his back, pulling me on top of him.
And finally answered, “Baguette.”
“Are they done?”
“Aye.”
“Can I go get them while you deal with the condom?”
His body shook me with his continued mirth. “Aye.”
“Can I tell you I haven’t had a lover in four years, but I have had several checkups, and I’m clean, so now you can tell me you’re clean too, so we don’t have to bother with condoms?” I requested.
His eyes got lazy in a way I’d never seen before, and I loved it, as he stroked my jaw with his thumb and murmured, “Poor wee lass, hot as fuck lay like you going without for four years?”
“Considering the fact I’ve never had anything near as hot, nor as energetic, nor as assertive… ”
That earned me another unabashed grin.
“And I’ll add,” I continued, “rarely culminating in anything delightful for me, unless he had it in him to take care of me after, which was even more rare, of course I was hot,” I educated him. “And now I’m hungry, but first, I’d like to know your health status, please.”
But he was frowning ferociously.
“No one before me took care of ye?”
“Well, no one before ye could drag me from the bed and plant me on his dick.”
With that, he roared with laughter, rolling us so he was on top again.
When he got control of his humor, he said, “Good you’re with me now, then.”
Good didn’t cover it.
I was in no mood to boost his ego further. I was in the mood to eat, and maybe do what we just did again (multiple times), so I prompted, “Dair.”
“I’ve not had the dry spell ye have, darling,” he said gently. “But I always use protection, and I get yearly physicals. I’m clean.”
“So, since I have an IUD, we can dispense with the condoms.”
His eyes moved over my face as he murmured, “Never knew a woman who was more about that even than me.”
I didn’t want anything between us.
Again, in an effort not to stroke his ego, I refrained from sharing that, and reminded him, “Sandwiches?”
“Ye can get them, lass. I’ll deal with this johnnie.”
Since we had a plan, he rolled one way; I rolled the other.
He headed to the bathroom. I located my nightie and pulled it on before I moved to the stairs.
Once in the kitchen (and on the way, I was joined by Sorcha), I saw he had everything all ready, but I wasn’t sure how to juggle it all up two flights of stairs.
In the end, I put both sandwiches on one plate, grabbed a bag of chips and carried them in one hand, while I arranged two bottles of sparkling water to carry in the other.
Sorcha accompanying me, I trudged back up the stairs to find Dair in bed, resting against pillows he’d shoved up behind him, and he’d put on a pair of boxers.
Okay, now that I could take in my fill, I could confirm he was perfect everywhere.
Sorcha went to the bed to say hi to her daddy as, on the other side, I entered it on my knees only to freeze when he abandoned his dog and reached a hand to the back of my thigh and trailed it up to cup my bottom.
I stayed frozen at the heat that scorched me from his eyes, not to mention his touch, when he encountered bare skin.
“Ye walked to my kitchen without knickers?” he asked.
“I think you tore them during the festivities,” I told him. “But would you have preferred I put them back on?”
He slid his hand over my hip, and it left me so he could help me with the food and drink as he replied, “Darling, feel free to wander my house with that beautiful cunt ready for me whenever you want.”
Oh my God.
Now he was being hot and annoying at the same time.
Could he get any worse?
I harumphed as I fell to a hip and put the plate on the bed.
Straightaway, I set about eating.
And he said, “Happy you’re here, Blake.”
“You fuck hard, Dair. I think I got that,” I retorted and munched into a delicious sandwich with plenty of bacon and brie in a marvelously fresh baguette.
He shot me another one of his cocky grins before his face turned serious.
“That’s not what I mean, lassie,” he whispered.
Oh God.
That was so beautiful.
And it meant the world to me.
This man brought flowers to an airport.
Before I got overly gushy (so not me), I put my sandwich on the plate, my hand to his cheek and I leaned close to him and whispered back, “I like your house. I like your car. I like your dog. And even though you’re vastly irritating, I like you too. To wit, I’m happy to be here too, Alasdair.”
With an abrupt plonk , the sandwich plate was on the nightstand. A loud crinkle, and there went the chips. Two thuds, and our drinks were set away.
And he caught me with an arm low on my hips and dragged me under him.
“Dair!” I protested. “I’m hungry.”
“They’re already cold, they can wait a few minutes longer.”
I began to offer an alternate scenario, “Or you could wait to?—”
That was as far as I got before he was kissing me.
Not long later, he was again fucking me, hard and thoroughly.
And of course, I forgot about the bacon and brie sandwiches.
Completely.