CHAPTER 3

Ok, I was really nervous about this. Sex with a stranger is taboo for me. I don’t sleep around.  Not that there is anything wrong with that. If that’s your thing, enjoy a round for me and be safe.

I mean I’m no prude or anything, but I’ve never ever had a one night stand. Maybe a three or four dates stand. Ok not even then. Like I said, I’m a relationship girl.

I’ll admit that I’ve always been curious about the experience, though. How do you navigate, I’ve just met you, let’s have sex, and never call me again? That seems a bit overwhelming to me; coupled with the voices of both my grandmother and mother warning me to keep my legs closed, it is downright scary.

Just for one night, this night though, I was going to cover my ears and throw caution to the wind. For once this single girl wants to enjoy being single, with this gorgeous man and whatever happens, happens. Right? What’s the harm? 

The harm was exactly that. How easily I was able to push all of my rational thoughts to the back of my mind with him. Irish had my thoughts in a complete jumbled, tangled mess. Like being tangled in the sheets; hot, sweaty and moaning for more. Damn it, calm down girl.

Irish adjusted the volume on the music from the steering wheel; it was then that I realized that he was driving a Bentley. I don’t notice things like that, initially. I’m not that girl, either. But damn, this was a freaking Bentley.

I studied his face for familiarity but come up with nothing. Color me curious, but he has to be earning some serious cash to be able to zoom around in a car like this. This is a custom build. Irish is too tall  to simly drive a regular car off of the showroom floor. I may not be a car freak, but I know that this is more than a quarter million dollars that we’re cruising in. Cool.

This was a first for me. Though, I’m an attorney, I am not rolling in the dough; yet. So this luxury whip has me a bit awe-struck. I’m the girl who stills putters around in the same Lexus SUV that her parents bought for her high school graduation present. I know it’s a Lexus; not exactly cheap, right? My parents insisted that I would need a car that would carry me straight through college and it did; and then straight on to this day.

My parents, I love them. My dad Ambrose, is a Provost of an HBCU and my mom, Katherine is an interior designer. I love my mom and dad; they are both smart and practical people. That’s where I got my good sense from. At least I usually have good sense. For some reason, I lost it somewhere between my townhouse’s doorstep and the club entrance, tonight.

Damn…It was dark. Really dark. I kept looking out of the window, wondering why it was so freaking dark. No moon, no stars in the sky to be seen.  Was this even the way home?  This didn’t look like the way that I take to get home, from Buckhead.

My heart started beating really fast. And then the crazy thoughts started running a marathon in my head. What if Irish was some freaking psycho into real kinky stuff? Wait, wait, wait…serial killers don’t drive uber expensive sports cars, right?

You are a lawyer damn it; you know that the average criminal is not the scary psycho cat that is always depicted in movies. He’s the nice looking husband wanting to hide assets from the wife, right before he is going to divorce or worse kill her; or the earth friendly CEO who is always trying to skirt labor laws to earn higher profits; the charming senator trying to fight his ethics violations, while repeatedly being arrested for solicitation. Ted Bundy seemed ‘normal’.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. I chided myself. You’ve watched enough Criminal Minds and Dexter to know that most serial killers appear to be just as normal as you do. Duh!

I kept looking over at Irish, but he only kept his eyes on the road. He still had yet to utter a word to me since we left the parking garage at ‘420’. Now I’m really getting scared, what the hell am I doing?

I don’t know anything about this guy.  Besides the fact that one, he’s a friend of a guy, Evis has known for about a week. Ok, not a week but not really that long.

Damn it Ambi, you know that most of Evis’ friends are almost always never on the up and up. You know better! Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Two, I made out with him in public. Twice. But he cared enough about my welfare that he offered to drive me home. At least I think that he is taking me home. To my house. Where I live. So if he doesn’t kill me tonight, he can swing by tomorrow and do it.

Oh god, oh god. I chant in my head, over and over. I’m freaking out big time. Calm down Ambi, I shouted to myself. But the crazy voices in my head just kept throwing stuff out there.

What the hell was I thinking? That’s just it, I wasn’t thinking. My lonely pussy was doing all thinking for me until this moment. Why didn’t I just have a friend with benefits, like everyone else in the office?

Monday, note to self: work on finding a suitable friend with benefits partner to avoid this, from ever happening again. If I live.

Just then Irish brushed his hand along my bare thigh, causing me to jump slightly at the contact. I looked over at him. His eyes met mine. I breathed a sigh of relief. I didn’t recognize anything crazy in them. Wait, wait, wait…what the hell was I looking for?  Who am I to judge Crazy?

I was taking a stranger home for sex, too. I wanted this and not another night with my toys. Though, I had been fighting it for the better part of 2 hours, I wanted to feel Irish’s body nestled next to mine, slamming into mine, heating mine, beating mine.

My thoughts where broken when Irish, still caressing my thigh suggested, “You should text your friends to let them know that I took you home.”

OK. So that’s not your typical serial killer behavior. A serial killer wouldn’t remind you to let someone know that you left with a stranger. But damn, Irish has me thinking crazy.

I pulled my phone from my wristlet and sent the same message to both Evis and Pressley. Needless to say, they were both shocked to read that I left with Irish. They both wanted to talk, but I told them that now wasn’t the best time but I promised to give them full details tomorrow. A few seconds later, they both sent me smiley faces in return.

What the hell was I doing?  

Hopefully in a matter of minutes, Irish.

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I was nervous when we finally arrived at the gates of my townhouse community. I handed Irish the pass key to swipe us in. He followed my directions to my unit and surprised me when he parked in front of my main door and not pulled into vacant garage spot next to my Lexus.

Irish killed the engine, unbuckled his seat belt and started to open his door.

“Why are you parking here?” I asked, “You can park inside my garage.”

“That’s not necessary.” He replied, “I am only walking you to your front door.”

“You’re not staying?”

“Nope….” Was his curt response.

This delicious fruit was in my grasp and instead of gently plucking it from the low hanging branch, I may have ended up squashing it in my grubby little fingers.

Please, please, please, angels in the heavens above; don’t let my fantasy man walk away from me.

“Why? I thought…”

“So did I; but you’re not ready to face this….this thing between us.”

Dear lord, what was he saying? In my mind I was already on my back; sweating, screaming, begging Irish for more. I started panicking.

“Yes, I am. Irish…”

“No. You’re not. You talk a good game, Ambi. But…” I cut him off.

This was going down. I didn’t want sex with the rabbit tonight. I wanted him. I needed him.

“Irish, I know that my behavior earlier was a bit odd; but I promise you that I’m usually not like that. I wasn’t sure about us earlier but now, I truly want this.”

“Listen Ambi, I am a man, not a boy. You don’t ever have to play games with me. You can tell me no and I can deal with that. But what I can’t deal with is all this back and forth. If you are who I think you are, then I know that you’re much smarter than that.” His eyes were filled with such genuineness that I regretted acting so nutty earlier.

“I know.” I whispered. “It’s just that tonight that you stirred up so many feelings in me that I didn’t know how to…”

"Ambi..."

“I am supposed to be this badass lawyer ‘the wrangler’, ok;  a serious hard ass, ball buster and man eater. You stirred something deep within me and no matter how I tried to clear my head and shake you off, you were still there. Tonight, you reminded me that most of all I am a woman. A lonely, horny woman;  who loved being caressed by your eyes, your mouth, and your hands. I usually have men tripping over themselves to get to me, but for the first time in my life, you had me drunk with lust wanting you; and as a control freak it scared me because, I’ve never surrendered to a man’s charms before now and I didn’t expect for me to yield to your prowess, so easily. When I saw you, my first thought was that I wanted to wrap my legs around your waist and succumb to your every whim. I got scared because I wanted, needed, desperately to be with you and that was way out of character for me. This was the first time that I’ve ever considered being intimate with anyone who I wasn’t in a relationship with. I…I didn’t want you to think that I was some slut who sleeps around with a guy she doesn’t even know. I don’t know why I care, what you think; but I do. I just couldn’t go out like that.”

I know, I know….that was one long rambling fest. What can I say…I was a wee bit tipsy. Ok maybe a little drunk; but I swear to you all that I am an exceptional litigator; normally. I'm just a little lust drunk.

Irish didn’t say anything. In fact, I don’t even think his eyes blinked. He just continued to stare at me; blankly.

“If any of this makes sense to you, just nod your head. I am usually more articulate than this; but alas, Irish, you have rendered me tongue tied and stuck on stupid tonight.” I yammered on. “I…”

“You made us endure this whole cat and mouse game because you had to keep it real?” Irish started. “Ambi…” Then stopped; taking in and then expelling a deep breath. Causing that barrel chest of his to expand to its maximum.

I can wait for him to crush me. I hope that he still wants to crush me. I want this so badly; I want him so badly.

“I knew it…” he chuckled to himself. “Come here.” Taking my hands off of my lap he kissed them.

“Knew what….” I asked curiously.

“I suspected that you would be high maintenance, high-strung, spoiled even. But I knew with all certainty, that you would be highly intelligent and a tad bit neurotic.” Irish teased, nibbling on my fingers. “The beautiful ones, almost always are.” He laughed.

“Irish! I’m not…” 

“Yes you are darlin’. You’re a quart short of a gallon of crazy and I think that it’s cute.” He kissed, teasingly; still laughing. “in a hot  for a crazy chick kinda way.”

“Irish! That’s not funny…stop laughing at me.” He only laughted harder. I couldn't help but join in his laughter.

"Stop it..." He eventually did stop; to look into my eyes.

For half a second I still saw some hesitation there as he stared at me. I couldn’t blame him after the emo obstacle course I made him run through tonight. But Irish, is a trooper. I know that he still wants to play; so I am going to make it easier for him.

“I may not know a whole lot about you, but I know that you aren’t a slut, Ambi.” He reassured, “Though, I have no qualms with sluts, some nights I even welcome them to…” he joked.

“Irish, don’t make laugh any more …” his grin was tickling my naughty bits.

“Laughing is good, darlin’; having fun is good; enjoying each other sexually is good. That’s what I was trying to get you to understand, it’s really not that complicated, Ambi.” he emphasized, by placing my hands on his stiffness, for good measure. “I was ready to give that to you hours ago. I told you that. I told you, I was all yours tonight. I wasn’t joking when I told you that I wanted you. And I certainly wasn’t judging you for wanting me too.” He smiled.

Damn that smile, perfect pearly white; gorgeous pink lips. Damn you Irish for making me want you even more now; than I did 10 minutes ago.

Why did he do that? Why did he say that? It only caused me to conjure up the moment when he would part my thighs and claim his prize.

“I...I.” he silenced me, to finish his thought. “We are adults, Ambi. Two very attractive people, who are drawn to each other; we should want to explore, invade, conquer and fuck each other; it’s quite natural. There is nothing wrong with that; in my mind, it’s just that simple. But it seems that’s it isn’t for you, so we’ll just  say goodnight.”

Hearing him say it, it really did sound that simple. “Is it?...that simple?”                                             

“For me, yes. For you….” Irish softened, taking my hand into his. I almost melted. “I had every intention of devouring you tonight. I still want too. But, you are not sure about this, no pressure. I’ll walk you to your door, kiss you goodnight and that will be the end of it.”

Opening his door, he stepped out into to the cool night air; it woke me up. I watched him walk around to my side of the car. Irish was right. It was that simple. We were both adults, who wanted to explore each other and there was nothing wrong with that.

He opened my door to help me out of the car, and as he held my hand he said this, “You are too passionate a woman to keep it under wraps, Ambi. Don’t ever be afraid to be who you are; soft, feminine, passionate, and strong; or live in fear of what others will think of you. It will leave you frustrated and it will drive you crazy, darlin’.”

I was frustrated and I hope that he was game to bear the brunt of all my sexual frustrations.  “Irish, I don’t want to say goodnight; don’t leave.” I blurted out. “Devour me.”

He stared down into my eyes. Slowly his arms circled my waist; his hands slid down to my ass cheeks, gripping them in his paws.

He grinned, “Now, that’s what I wanted to hear, from the moment I laid eyes on you, Ambi." I gasped when I felt his heavy paw swat my butt. "You kept me hard all night; you’re going to pay for that.”

Mmmm Irish…

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I was a cornered female in heat about to be devoured by an alpha on the hunt. I gulped down another glass of water as Irish stood there and watched. As he watched me, it was if he could read my thoughts. My wild lust, that’s what he called it; needed to be shared. More specifically it should be shared with him, tonight. I smiled.

“I’ve been thinking about this, you, all night.” He took the empty glass out of my hands to stop me from refilling it yet, again. “Quit stalling.”

Good thinking. I hate having to stop you know what for a bathroom break. Especially, when it’s getting good. Something tells me that Irish is going to be great!

He went in for a kiss. A real kiss, deep but not demanding.  Finally. I was allowing myself to completely surrender to his charms. He sensed it too, but Irish was much too skilled a conqueror, to pounce on me before he thought that I was absolutely ready. 

 “All night? You could have fooled me earlier; with your harem and all.” Sorry. I couldn’t help myself.

Irish paused and then laughed, “That was business.”

“Sluts are your business?” I asked, running my hands up and down his chest.

He laughed harder, and then he sniffed me. “Jealousy actually smells quite nice on you.”

“Me, jealous? Never.” I rolled my eyes as I protested; weakly. Much to his amusement.

“Yes you, jealous. From the moment you saw me with those ladies.” He smirked, pulling me closer to him. “You went from hot cocoa to green in 10 seconds. It was cute.”

“People in glasses houses, Irish.” I kissed him. “That’s all I’m going to say.”

“I’ve never had anything or anyone to be jealous of.”

“Really? That’s why you lost your shit, when you saw me dancing with Jaime.”

Irish stopped nuzzling my neck and then broke out into a thunderous laugh. My eyebrow shot up at that. It wasn’t that damn funny.

“Jealous?” Irish laughed, “Of Jaime?”

“You think that I was jealous of that kid? He continued laughing, “I am here with you, now. Where is he?”

I didn’t say anything.  

“Uh huh, that’s what I thought.” He whispered, planting kisses along my shoulders.

His kisses travelled up my neck from my shoulders, meandering long my jawline until his lips were crushed against mine. Our kisses grew from light and whispery to urgent and furious. The anticipation of our tango finally moving horizontally was causing some serious heat between us. Irish leaned into my body, parted my thighs and nestled his body there. Pulling me to the edge of the counter, he was pushing me toward the brink of madness.

“I only got jealous when he kissed your sweet lips.” Irish revealed, as we came up from air. “These were mine to kiss all night.”

I smiled. No, I grinned. I knew he that he was jealous. I’m the Wrangler, Damn it! “I knew it…”

He smiled at me as his lips moved to meet mine again. His hands were gliding up and down my back; stopping intermittingly to squeeze my ass or to caress my inner thighs. He stopped to unhook my bra and toyed with breasts, telling me that touching my delicious body was making him harder. Feeling his crotch, grind against mine,  I can’t tell you how many times Irish had me on the cusps of euphoria.  It surprised me how easily we maneuvered from playfulness to full on faux fucking in minutes. I loved it.

Laughing, kissing and teasing me, he took my breath away. I found myself pulling away from his kisses to simply control my breathing.

“Tell me what you want Ambi.” Irish asked taking off of his shirt and tossing it on the back of the bar stool.

Finally, I got to see what was under that white tee. I couldn’t help but run my hands along his solid pecs. Solid marble was more like it. Rippling muscles and a splatter of light hairs completed the canvas. Damn. I wanted to do nasty naughty things just to his chest. I was reaching for his belt buckle, when he swatted my hands, “Ah, not so fast greedy. We have all night remember?”

I ignored him. I was letting go. Just like he said I should do. No more holding back for me. I kept my eyes on his, as I unbuckled his jeans. I slipped my hands into his boxers to seek out his eagerness. He didn’t stop me. He only watched me. His breath hitched when my warm hands gently massaging his stiffness.

Without even looking at it, I could feel that it was everything that I hoped it was. Thick, heavy, and pulsating. It was jumping in my hands.

“Ambi…” Irish growled, feeling my hands slide up and down his slick length. “You still have not told me what you want?”

“This….” I reiterated as I gripped his steel tighter in my hands.

I squealed, when he scooped me up off the counter and into his arms. We started kissing again urgently, breaking away only once as Irish asked, “Where is your bedroom?”

“Up the stairs and to the left.” I replied breathlessly.

I crossed my fingers and silently prayed that it was one of those times that Pressley’s OCD kicked in and worked to my advantage. We were such a hurry to leave that we were moving like a whirlwind in the bathroom and in my closet. I honestly don’t remember if Press, who is a neat freak, went on the rampage and straightened up my room before we left.

You know how it is ladies, when you didn’t plan on bringing anyone home.

Irish…

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Irish pushed open my legs, admiring my neatly trimmed fur lined kitty. At least I think that he was admiring it. He was just staring at it.

Yes, I rock fur there. I read somewhere that men actually like peach fuzz. They find it utterly feminine and it makes your lips look fuller; which is a real turn on for them.

“Damn…Ambi.” He drawled, running his fingers along my fuzzy, moist seam. "This is one pretty pussy."

My cheeks pinked at his compliment. See, he liked it.

Staring into his bright green eyes, I was quivering just from that one stroke of his thick finger. He had me moaning and practically running from this sweet agony. But it was for naught, he wasn’t letting me go. Not now; not anymore to tonight.

He kept alternating between grabbing my sweetness in his paws and then separating my swollen lower lips. His perusal was a bit rougher than I was used to but I welcomed it. He was making me so damn wet, just from his teasing.

“You smell delicious. Sweet. Can I kiss you here?” Irish asked. Still running his fingers along my dripping slit.

I looked at him in surprise at his question but nodded yes. Yes. Irish had rendered me mute. Each time that I opened my mouth to say the words only a moan would trickle out.

Irish sank down on to his knees; his big hands caressed my thighs. Parting them, “Gorgeous…these legs are so damn sexy.” he slowly placed kisses along the length of each of my legs before placing each one over his broad shoulders.

His fingers found their way between my slick folds. “God…Ambi, that is so beautiful.” He hissed, “My favorite combination, all that pretty hot pink hidden behind that rich cocoa brown. “So beautiful; so wet.”

I arched off the bed immediately when I felt his thick fingers play in my wetness. He teased my pearl with his tongue, as he plunged his thick fingers deeper into my liquid heat.  I couldn’t help the scream that escaped my lips at his sweet invasion or the mini tremor that followed.

Irish’s eyebrow shot up as he felt my tightness suck his digits deeper into my body.“You must want me really, really, badly.”

He had no idea, how much I wanted him. No, needed him at that moment.

“I do….” I managed to breathe out. Rocking my hot, wet, pink, against his mouth and fingers.  

“You taste so damn good.” Irish groaned as his hot tongue traced my quivering nether lips.

His pleasuring me with his tongue, in essence was showing me, preparing me, for what was to come. I pushed my heat up to meet his urgency as my fingers gripped his hair. My legs tighten around his head, trapping his mouth where I wanted it the most.

I couldn’t get enough of his oral indulgence. He’s good. He’s damn good. 

“Irish…”

Sensing that I was about to explode, Irish slowly withdrew his fingers and began to tease me with his tongue. That only caused my body to spasm even more. Irish showed me no mercy as he attacked my now dripping core with such fervor, that my breathing became shallow and my body sizzled in anticipation of my orgasm.

My once soft whimpers now grew in pitch to loud pleas for release, warning him  that I was about to explode.  His hands swept up to tug on my nipples which caused me to scream out my much needed orgasm.

My body shivered from the much needed release while Irish’s mouth stayed glued between my thighs as I rode the last waves of ecstasy.

“Good cum, baby?” he murmured; raising his face soaked with my juices, from my hot spot.

“Damn good.” I uttered, damn near breathlessly; flopping down flush, onto the bed.

He had me in a trance already and he still had not yet devoured me.

Whew!

Irish.

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I was lying on the bed, propped up on my elbows, watching Irish fully undress.  He was so eager to get his face between my legs that he never took off his jeans.  But he called me greedy; at least he managed to kick off his boots earlier.

He knew that I was watching him undress; I think he liked it too. Of course he did. He’s a sexy freak.

Every inch of him screamed that he was all man.  It was as if he was molded from clay or carved from the finest Italian marble. The center of his body rippled with strength and masculinity; the perfect accompaniment to his massive thighs and chiseled calves. And those arms…swoon.

The sight of Irish’s incredible sculpted golden body was mesmerizing.  Heat immediately flooded my hot spot as my eyes perused every inch of his amazing profile. He clearly worked hard at taking care of his temple and I for one greatly appreciated his efforts. It should be a sin for a man to be that damn sexy.  He was absolute perfection. I am serious.

Tugging his silky boxers down by the sides, Irish slowly revealed his stiffness that had been begging for my attention all night. His now rose tinted steel stood out against his dark blonde bush. His heat slapped his rock solid belly upon its release and I couldn’t help the gasp that escaped my lips at the sound it made.

He grinned, loving my reaction to his nakedness. See. He’s an exhibitionist. Of course he is, he was about to smash me on the hood of his car. Damn he’s hot.

He was enjoying watching me, watch him. He started stroking his stiffness and cupping his hefty balls for my pleasure. My breath quicken and my body tightened as I watched his rod change from dusty rose to a pale purple; his paws gripped and tugged on his swollen flesh in response to my not so subtle moans of appreciation.

Watching him was making me so damn wet. Damn this girl is on fi-ire!

I’ve never had a lover masturbate in front of me before. Especially not for my pleasure.  Damn, where has this man been hiding?

Irish can only be best described as an absolute dream; a wet dream, my dream.

No scratch that, this man is porn. My porn. The really good porn. Not the silly flix attempting a story line and plot. No the good flix, where it’s all sex from start to finish. Like the flix starring Mike Stefano. And if you don’t know who he is…Google him!

“Your arm must be getting tired, let me do that for you.” I offered biting my lip, while my fingers found their way to my slit. I was yearning for him to touch me with that massive tool and I was quickly losing my resolve to wait for him.

“You can play with it later.” He said; slowly making his way back over to the bed, never taking his beautiful jade eyes off of me.

The look in his eyes promised that I wasn’t going to be disappointed. My fingers were brushing furiously over my protruding bud. I wished that he would just hurry up and devour me, already. 

I know, what a complete 180 from a few hours ago, right?

His eyes zeroed in on my kitty. “Right now the only thing I want, is that.”

Irish put his hands on my legs, pushed them apart and began licking the sweet stickiness that he left pooled on my thighs and the fresh drops, clinging to my drenched fingers.

“So sweet….” He murmured, between licks.

I could barely breathe, all I did was feel. Feel his tongue dragging against my heated flesh. Feel his fingers tickle my legs. Feel rivulets of pleasure gush through my body.

His thumbs parted my engorged lips as he blew on my nub.  “I could eat your honey all night.”

All right, now. I don’t know any woman who doesn’t love a man who can eat cake all night, right?

 “I want you dripping, Ambi….” He whispered, between licks and soft bites of my velvety folds. “That’s the only way I’m going to fit, darlin’.”

My head was swimming and I was feeling dizzy. “Ohhh god…” I screamed, when Irish practically swallowed my pussy whole; again.

“I…I…” Multiple orgasms had me mumbling incoherently. Yes, lawd; they do exist.

Irish…mmmm.

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Pushing me flat back onto the bed, Irish was making it very clear that I was in for a rough ride, a very rough ride. I inched closer to the headboard and spread my legs for him to see the affect that he was also having on me also. Irish stared at what I was offering him, as he rolled his condom on to cover his length.

This was it. My clitty was beating fast and furiously and I was dripping on to the sheets. No more living vicariously through Evis’ sexploits or porn. I was ready.

Let’s get it on….

Finally. Irish’s massive muscled body was hovering over me; as he teased me with his turgid tip. Up and down, back and forth, he moved. In, but only allowing me a small taste. Just from the sample, I already knew that he was delicious.

“This was where I wanted to be, the minute that I saw you tonight." He rasped in my ear. “Buried, in your sweetness. Trapped between these gorgeous legs.”

Mmmm, Irish. Keep talking.

The firmness of his body was so hot on top of me, that it was enough to ignite the eternal sensual flame that had been snuffed out in my body. This was what I missed the most about not having a man in my life. A strong, warm, body on top of me; teasing me, teaching me, crushing me.

His tip slipped through my once locked gates but he didn’t force his way in. Irish groaned at the greeting he received by my welcoming committee. “Fuck…” Irish muttered softly, “…you are so hot, wet…god you’re tight.”

My heat, snugness and nectar had been waiting to invite him in all night; though they were acting all shy earlier.  Now, they were all ready to greet him as he entered the bliss I kept hidden between my legs.

“Ambi?” Irish breathed out shakily. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Was he serious? He asked me this already? Of course I wanted to do this. That’s why he was here. That’s why we were doing our little dance earlier. That why he’s naked, with his fat tip pushed into me.

“Yes, I want you.” I panted. “You know I do.”

He kissed my lips and then adjusted himself on top of me. Pushing into me, only slightly. He stopped himself, again. “You can tell me no, right now and…”

“Irish, I want this; I want you.”

Still, he only continued to tease me with his swollen tip as his kisses dotted my hairline. My nipples grew tighter brushing against his chest hair. The friction was sending a direct message to my kitty.

Get it, get it, get it, girl.

I was so lost in the building sensation of our bodies sweetly assaulting each other, that I almost didn’t hear his question.

“How long has it been, Ambi?” I looked up at him in surprise. “How long?” he repeated.

How did he know? I was stunned that he would even care about that, at this moment.  “3…3 years.” I stuttered; lost in his emerald gaze.

The way Irish was now looking into my eyes and touching me, reveal all that I needed to know about his character. I had prejudged him; miss judged him. I almost missed out on this moment with him because I thought I knew who he was. I was wrong about him. He’s a sweetheart.

“Damn, you really are an angel.” He joked; alternating between teasing my nipples and kissing my neck. “As much as I want to, as much as I want you…we don’t have to do this tonight; if that’s what you want.” He offered, sliding slightly off my body so that his weight was not crushing me.

The fact that he was so concerned about my feelings of possible regret, his words offering to stop at this very moment, gave me more security and tenderness than any hug from a previous lover ever did.

“No…” I yelled. Much louder than was necessary. We are so doing the damn thing. “I want it, please Irish…”

“You want it, huh?” he teased;playfully nudging my legs further apart.

“Yes…” I hissed as he flexed his hips, slowly inching deeper into my wetness.

“Say it.” He commanded as his tongue met my nipples again.

“Irish...please.” I begged, surprising myself. I’ve never begged a man before. “I want you…”

“No…I want to hear you say the words.” I knew what he wanted to hear; he wasn’t going to make this easy for me.

I hesitated only for a second before I wrapped my legs around his waist, “Fuck me, Irish…” I whispered.

“Damn right, I’m going to fuck you.” In one hard thrust, he buried himself in me.

He knocked the wind out of me with that stroke. Literally. Yes, he did.  He pushed so greedily into my depths that I felt his thickness tap against my stomach. I swear, I’m not joking. Ok maybe not my stomach, but he damn sure touched something that no other man had.

It was exhilarating and I started trembling just from that initial joining of our sexes. “Perfect…” Irish moaned, repeatedly with one of my nipples still trapped in his mouth. 

Giving me time to adjust to his invasion, he didn’t move; but continued teasing me. “Ambi, this first time is for you. So I’ll try to be gentle and take it easy on you. After that, it’s all for me. I won't be gentle; I'm going to ride your pussy...hard, for the rest of the night.” He promised.

The way he drawled the words he spoke made my pearl jump and wetness flood my shallow pool even more.  Side note, who asked him to take it easy?

Pulling off my legs that were wrapped around his waist, Irish grabbed my ankles and began rocking his length into me; fucking me slowly but deep.

“Think you can handle that?” he asked, stroking deeper.

“Yes…”

“All night?”

Irish meant what he said earlier, he had picked me to be his fuck of the night. At first I was annoyed at his gall, but now. Now, he was giving it to me so good, that I was high fiving myself. He felt incredible moving in my body.

I was one lucky bitch. Go me!

“Yes, Irish. All night. Don’t stop.”  I begged. “I want to feel you pounding into me, until I pass out.”

Is that me? I never talk like that during sex. It has to be the sex spell that Irish cast on me earlier.

Irish slammed into me harder, causing me to scream. Loudly. Real loudly. I was so thankful for the first time in months that the townhouse next door was still vacant.

Tonight, I was his for the taking. He knew it too; he said as much. “I knew your pussy was going to be good, as soon as those beautiful brown legs step on to the stairs.”

He caught me off guard, with that. I smiled at him and blushed a little. His hands moved to wipe my damp strands off my face as I struggled to catch my breath. Irish slowed down his frenzied pace only to smother me with kisses.

My body was on fire from each stroke, touch, kiss, that Irish gave me; the more he offered, the more I wanted. Gripping his length as hard as I could with my inner muscles, Irish threw his head back, slamming his hips into me with everything he had.

“That’s my slutty little angel, taking all of me so sweetly.” He whispered on my lips. “Your pussy is so juicy, Ambi.”

I gushed just from his whispered words alone. I was smiling so hard…inside of course. I couldn’t let Irish know that he was still winning.

He had me pinned to the mattress but he wasn’t moving. I could feel him purposefully trying to gain some control. He wanted me to be completely satisfied before he peaked.

What an incredible considerate lover. He can get it again. And again, and again….

“Do it Irish.” I whimpered and wriggled beneath him to sate the ache that was slowly building; again.  He rocked into my wetness but with calm, unhurried strokes and buried his face into my neck.

“Let that first one go, lover.” I begged, “So that you can fuck my pussy all night… just like you promised.”

He didn’t need to hold back, just for me. It was going to be on ‘till the break of dawn.

Raising his head off of my neck and shoulders slightly, he grinned at me. Easing his weight off my body, he untangled my legs from around his waist. “Are you begging for my cum?”

I didn’t answer him. I simply clenched at his stiffness and moaned at the implication.

Irish grabbed me at my waist and pulled me so that my ass was now resting on his thighs. He parted my legs so that the right one was on the bed, but the left was hooked over his shoulder. He had me on display again for his pleasure.

Without offering another word, he began slamming into me with more demanding strokes.  The visual of watching his incredible full length disappear into my body caused me to quiver in pleasure. His thickness, I’m sure could slice me in two.

Irish…

“You want it, huh?” Irish taunted; keeping up his manic assault as I begged him for his essence. “You...greedy little cum slut.”

I don’t know why it was so important to me, for him to orgasm just then, but I needed it to happen. I guess I needed to feel it, to know that he was just as stupefied about our instant attraction as I was. I’d never experience anything so electrical, so magical before. And I certainly had never ever lost myself in a man like this. I needed to know that he was feeling this connection as much as I was.

His pace softened at my urgent pleas for his release. “I’m not ready to cum, just yet Ambi. But I want you to, over and over.” He kissed me a little rough at first, biting my mouth and then gently, caressing it with his tongue.

As I began to move in time with his rhythm, he slowly he stroked into me, “I need to know that I am giving you the best lovin’, darlin’.”

There he goes in that southern drawl that makes me so ready to…well you already know. I’m here naked with him.

“Irish…” I cried, pushing my wet slit up to meet every stroke. “…you are; you know you are.”

“I won’t stop, until you pass out Ambi; I promise.”  He vowed, pulling completely out of my body, and then slamming back in; repeatedly.

“Ohhh, god…” I cried, reeling from yet another orgasm.

“Not god...” He reminded, still grinding on top of me. “Irish.” He was a wicked one.

Irish….mmmm.

I followed his eyes and roaming hands past my breast and belly, down below my waist. I watched, then shivered as Irish parted my slicked nether lips and massaged his thick thumb up and down against my puffy pearl, over and over; until my whole body began to shake. Never in my sexual life had I ever experienced anything that mind blowing.

“Ambi...look at me.” My eyes drifted up to his beautiful face. I locked eyes with him but my thoughts were lost in the sensation of my body responding to his touch.

“I want all of it. Every drop; give it to me.” He begged sweetly. “Coat my cock with all that sweet honey, Ambi.”

“Irish...” My inner muscles flexed and spasm on his thickness; over and over.

“I know Ambi, I feel it too.” I felt Irish’s big hands spread my thighs further apart as he moved even deeper. “I feel this sweet pussy opening up to take all of me.”

“Irish…” I screamed. Though the only thing I could do was lay there and take it, as he pounded away against my sticky wet pink. This man is everything, ladies. I swear, it’s that good. He’s that good. 

“I love hearing you scream my name, Ambi. Such a good little cum slut.” Ok, so that was the second, maybe even third time that Irish called me a slut, tonight.

Normally I would have been offended if a man even thought of me that way.  But, I knew that Irish meant it in the nicest, sexiest, dirtiest way possible.

I think.

“You are aren’t you?” he asked running his fingers over my lips. “Say it.”

I’m all for a little sex talk, but I’ve never experienced it to this degree. My sex talk is pretty vanilla, ‘harder’, ‘deeper’, ‘I’m coming’ and that’s about it. For most of the guys that I’ve been with, it is about the same, ‘fuck’, ‘your pussy is good, ‘I’m about cum,’ yep that’s it. Irish’s utterings on any other ordinary day, I might find rather offensive.

I’m thinking too much, right?

“I want you to say it, Ambi.” He demanded, slamming into me without regard for my pleasure or pain. Exciting my kitty all the more. She’s not used to that; but I think we both liked it.

“Say it…” I don’t. I wasn’t sure about this; this was new to me. This sex talk seems a bit…out there for me.

“Irish…” I hesitated. But he didn’t. He pulled out of my body to tease me with his tip. “Say it…”

Ok, I am thinking too much. I should just say it. It’s just a little sex talk. And if he enjoys it and I’m enjoying him. No harm done, right? Oh and trust me ladies, I am loving this. We all need an Irish in our life.

“I’m...I'm your greedy little cum slut.” Those words fell so casually from my lips, it shocked me. I can’t believe that I said it. I never talk like that during sex. Irish was tapping into something that I didn’t think was inside of me.

Damn him to hell for unleashing my inner slut.

“Damn right you are….” Irish kissed my lips then continued his sensual assault on my body.

Thereafter, he whispered the most vulgar, foul, crude, poetry in my ears. I clawed at his back and flexed my female muscles at hearing his raunchy words. I attempted a reply each time but when I opened my mouth, I was quickly silenced by Irish’s two fingers wet with my juices.

When he felt my nails dig deep into his muscled back, he yelped but pushed into me harder. “Your pussy likes that.” He taunted. “You like me whispering those dirty little words in your ears, don’t you?”

It was a statement and not really a question. I didn’t respond verbally. I couldn’t. I didn’t have too. Irish didn’t really need a verbal confirmation that his dirty words sent fire to my already heated lady parts. My body’s response to him was all the reply that he needed. He knew he had me on the cusps of shattering into a million little pieces by whispering his hot dirty words into my ear.

I loved it. I was officially his naughty girl.

I clamped down on his steel feeling the heat rolling throughout as my body began shaking. He said that this first time was for me. But I’m the wrangler, damn it. I can’t go down like that. I wanted to fight it. I needed to fight it.

“One more time, Ambi...” Fight it. The crazy voice in my head urged.

“Irish….” I lost count of how many times, I had screamed and chanted his name. I know that this wasn’t a competition or anything but he was clearly besting me. I had to at least get back in this thing. I needed him to scream my name, damn it.

“Give me that sweet honey, one more time baby.” He’s winning.

“Your lovin’ is so damn good, Ambi.” Irish whispered on my lips as he slammed into in me. “Fuck. I want to rip this condom off to really feel you, explode in you, shoot into you, flood you…”

I’m done….

That was it for me. My eyes rolled into my head at his words. My back arched off of the bed as my inner female strength clutched tighter at his maleness, wanting, willing, hoping to feel his eruption actually coat and warm my depths.

“Come with me, Ambi.” He pleaded. I did. Hard.

It was incredible. I was boneless. I was gone. Off to that place that I’ve only read and dreamt about. I experienced Nirvana. And based on his roar in my ears, so did Irish.

He may have won this round. But, we still had the rest of the night; I'm not out of it yet. My hunger for him now was tenfold.

Mmmm, Irish….