Page 6 of Outlaw Heartstrings

When she had to stop and step out of her clothing, he breathed deeply and circled his fingers at the base of his cock painfully hard, staving off the orgasm threatening to blow his world apart.

Mock frowning, she tut-tutted at his handiwork and sidled closer, pressing her silk-soft skin against every inch of his front. “I was having fun, Liam.”

“And you can still have fun.” He scooped her up bridal-style, took two steps towards the bed, and tossed her to the mattress. Her giggle as she bounced made his heart skip a beat. What is it about this woman? “We’ll just be horizontal as we do fun, wicked, naked things together.”

Prowling up the mattress towards her, he stretched out over her, pressing a gentle knee between her thighs as he propped himself up on one elbow.

“I like the idea of naked fun,” she reminded him. Her fingertips ghosted across his flanks and sides, a gentle up and down drawing goose bumps to the surface of his skin. “I want to please you, Liam.”

“I have no doubt we’ll both be well pleased by morning.” Up this close, he glimpsed faint freckles dusting the skin of her nose and cheeks and dropped kisses along the same path. “You’re so pretty, Ellen. A good mom, too.”

“That’s an attractive trait?” She sounded dubious, so he nodded.

“Yeah, it is. Knowing a woman has that kinda love inside her is hot as hell.”

She laughed and angled her head, offering up her lips, and he accepted, kissing her gently.

Within moments, the kiss turned fantastically dirty, with sliding tongues and gasps for air.

He bit at her lips until they were glistening, then dove back in for another deep kiss, fingers tangled in her hair as he cradled the back of her skull, holding her to him.

Ellen moved underneath him, her body lifting like a wave as he pressed his thigh between her legs, giving her a firm surface to grind her pussy against.

“Oh.” She pulled back on a gasp, and with eyes fluttering closed, tilted her hips up and down, slicking his skin with her wetness.

He slipped a hand between them, gliding along her gently rounded belly to the tightly curled thatch of dark hair at the juncture of her thighs.

Already knowing she was wet, he reveled in the explosive heat of her.

Laying his mouth over hers again, they kissed more slowly, lips and tongues exploring as he stroked and teased her.

Time stretched out, spinning into nothingness because there wasn’t anything more important than these primary points of connection between them.

Rubbing a fingertip between her lower lips, he circled the nub of flesh rich with nerve endings, hips moving in time with hers as she arched into his touch, and he sought friction against the curve of her hip.

His middle finger slipped inside, and he curled it, thrusting gently against her tight heat.

Knowing how much better that constrictive fire was going to feel around his cock took Irish’s breath, and he broke the kiss for a moment to stare down into Ellen’s face.

The expression of pleasure was marred for an instant by a frown, then she explained the look with one demanding word.

“More.”

A second finger joined the first and her gasp was music, trailing from her lips to light up his mind with pleasure. Giving her what she wants. What she needs.

“Please, Liam, more.”

The effect of his name on her lips was like a bomb going off in his belly, warmth and excitement flowing through him. Irish bent his neck and clamped lips around a nipple, drawing hard against her flesh as her hips rose to meet his every movement.

“So good, Liam.” Breathy and soft, she encouraged him with words and actions, her hands finding the back of his head to hold him in place, urging him to ravish her breast as he’d already treated her mouth.

He trapped the nipple between his teeth, lashing it with his tongue to draw a moan from her.

Sucking again, he pulled more of her into his mouth before moving his lips to the side of her breast and latching on again, laying sucking kisses to leave a line of marks on her skin.

He moved down her body, pressing kisses on every section of skin, nibbling on her hip bones, dancing his tongue in the grooves where hips met torso, listening to the sounds he pulled from her throat with each action.

Her pussy grew impossibly wetter, slickness paving the way for his thrusting digits, tip of his thumb flicking against her clit with every sequence of movements.

His other hand remained on her breast, pinching and kneading, caressing, and coveting each inch of flesh.

When his mouth zeroed in on her center, tongue lapping at the delicious feast of pleasure she’d provided, her gasp echoed through the room.

“Oh, Liam.” Staring up the line of her body to her face, he watched as desire warred with embarrassment on her features. “You don’t have to. I haven’t washed up.”

“Mmmmm.” He punctuated his approving sounds with a slurping suck, engulfing as much of her vulva and clit as possible.

“Mmmmm.” Repeating the deep hum, he pressed deeper, tongue finding the entrance he sought so he could fuck her with fingers and tongue for long minutes, cataloging every movement and sound.

“God. Oh bless—” A ragged breath and her strangled words exposed how much she was enjoying his ministrations. “Liam, I’m going to—”

Ellen’s body tensed under his hands and mouth, hips arching away from the mattress as she softly keened.

She gave him her orgasm, her body trusting that he’d care for her through the experience, and he did.

Working fingers and mouth to pull additional shuddering moans for extended moments as he exploited all the places he’d mapped.

Kneeling between her legs, he made quick work of the condom before leaning over her, palm to the curve of her cheek. “Ellen, darlin’, you with me?”

“Mmhmm.” The murmur purred lazily across her lips, features soft in repose.

He paused. “Wanna sleep now?” If all he got was what had happened so far, he’d leave Grass Creek a happy man. Knowing he’d brought her to the edge and got her to fly like she had was glorious all on its own.

She blinked, hooded eyes staring up at him as a smile curled the corners of her lips. “Not a chance, big man.”

“Well, alrighty then.” He chuckled darkly at her seductive expression and sure tone. “Prepare yourself for a ride, darlin’.”

With a hand pressing gently against the inside of each knee, he spread her legs wider, gaze devouring every inch of her.

Light and darkness warred all along her torso, concealing and exposing each delicious curve.

Silver scars mottled and streaked along her belly and thighs, the top slope of her breasts, and he made a note to love on those especially well.

He hadn’t been joking earlier when he told her the adoration she had for her daughter was a draw, and now seeing her proudly bear the marks of the journey that had brought her to this moment settled in his soul.

She’s special. Not just to me, but maybe especially to me.

Bending double, he buried his mouth against her clit again, smiling against her flesh when Ellen gave first a startled gasp and then a soft moan of arousal.

Sucking and licking fiercely for a moment, he then gentled his approach, leaving that part of her body with a chaste kiss.

Moving up across her belly, he brought his desires to truth as he kissed every mark he could find.

Adjusting his body to fall between her thighs, Irish planted his elbows on the mattress on either side of her chest, using his hands to bring her breasts together.

Turning his head side to side, he placed sucking kisses on each, dragging the edge of his teeth across the nipples until she twisted restlessly beneath him, hips arching up to grind her clit against his belly.

“Liam?” Her voice held a note of querulous inquiry, impatience in every letter. “I’m ready.”

Smiling against the nipple clamped between his teeth, he shook his head slightly before going back to his self-assigned tasks.

“I am. I want you. Ohhhh.” The way her words ended on a rising moan reflected the success of his work.

“Patience, Ellen.” He lifted his mouth long enough to flash her a grin. “I’m moving at my own pace.” Dictated by your body, but that goes without saying.

“Well, your pace is slower than molasses.” The complaint lost its heat as her entire body shuddered when he moved higher between her legs, latex-covered cock nudging at her entrance. “Yes, please.”

“As my lady wishes.” Pushing up on his arms, Irish curved his back, hips shifting closer.

When she reached between them, the heated clasp of her fingers nearly undid him as she brought them together.

Another tiny adjustment and the head of his dick rested exactly where they both wanted it.

Gentle undulations of his hips worked him inside, fractions of an inch at a time.

Irish was entranced by every expression flitting across her face. Surprise, followed by desire, a flash of fear and sorrow, then another warm moment of desire, mouth falling open on a moan.

Without surprise, Irish realized he could spend the rest of his life gazing down on her and never get tired of the delicious view.

***

Ellen

The way Liam held his body above her, as if afraid his weight would crush and mangle her, made Ellen laugh softly.

His head cocked to the side at the sound, the puzzled question clear on his features.

“Come here,” she urged, hands pulling at his shoulder and hip. “Let me feel you. I won’t break.”

“Ah.” He resisted her pull, and his smile in response was gentle, holding an edge of affection she hadn’t expected. “Maybe I like the view from here.”

Ellen deliberately clenched around his generously sized cock, and Liam’s eyes closed. His Adam’s apple bobbed twice before he opened his eyes again, staring down at her with a rush of heat, dark gaze focused on her face. She clenched again.