Intractable Souls : Book 1 of the Bound for Ireland Series (34 page)

Adjusting his position so that he can press
his lips against her cheek, his chest skims across her back. The
light trace of hair starting just above his belly button, leads
downwards, disappearing beneath his shorts. She can feel every one
of them as they brush against her damp skin and push her into
sensory overload. Twitching nerves don’t discourage her, it makes
her crave more and she pleads.

“I need you to touch me.” Her chest heaves
in a quick breath as she begs him once again.

Ethan grazes her jaw with his teeth, biting
at her chin. Kissing his way towards her mouth, he sucks her bottom
lip into his. “I need to touch you.” Finally he caresses her
breast, kneading it beneath his palm. Grasping it firmly in his
hand he gives the nipple a firm pinch, making her gasp, before he
abandons it and pushes his hand down over her stomach. The soft,
sensual touch of his fingertips make her body vibrate with want as
he brushes them across the sensitive nerves there.

His torture is relentless. “Do you like the
way I touch you?” He guides his hand down between her legs on the
outside of her pants and stops.

“Yes!” She arches her back, hungry for his
touch.

Running his hand between her legs, he
presses his palm firmly against her. He can tell even through her
shorts that she is aroused and extremely wet. Moaning, she
maneuvers herself onto her back and opens her legs, giving him
better access.

“But you want more…?”

“Yes, Please… Yes!”

He hooks his thumbs on the waistband of her
shorts and lowers them down just below her thighs. She is so
aroused that she begins to tremble when his hand slides across her
bare skin and between her legs the first time. Her body arches
involuntarily pressing herself against his touch.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it.” She apologizes
for moving.

“You need to learn how to stay still, baby.”
He begins to rub his fingers in gentle circles around her swelling
sex. “It’s my job to give you pleasure. Trust me to take you
there.”

Her breathing starts to break into short
shallow gasps as he finds her sweet spot and caresses it with firm
pressure. “Oh!” She presses her hips forward against his hand
moving in time with him. Every few moments he slides his hand
downward and enters her dripping hole, only lingering long enough
to moisten his fingers and tease her before he returns to rub her
sensitive clit in a gentle rhythm. He reads her body with
expertise, knowing exactly when to slow his movements and when to
press harder and faster. Within minutes she is writhing against
him, tender and swollen.

Ethan takes pride in his skill, bringing her
this far in such a brief period of time. To Olivia it feels like
they’ve been there for hours when he finally lowers his mouth to
her breast. He licks, sucks, and teases with his tongue, drawing
from her a low sensual moan. He’s not finished yet. Not by any
means. He continues to torment her with hot breathy whispers in her
ear while he masturbates her.

“Ethan.” She whispers his name as she feels
her orgasm starting to build with his tireless touch and his rigid
pulsing cock rubbing into her side.

“You feel it now.” He groans into her
ear.

“Yes!”

“Turn back onto your side, facing away from
me.”

“What? No… Ethan?”

He bites at her neck and presses his mouth
against her shoulder knowing it’s her weakness. “Do it.” As he knew
she would, she does as she’s told under his authoritative command,
shifting to her side and allowing him to press his chest to her
back.

When he moves his hands for just a moment to
lower his shorts, she feels like she’s going to lose her mind
waiting for him to return his touch. Freeing himself from his
pants, he rubs his perfectly rigid cock against her backside before
he lets it slide between her cheeks from behind and skim between
her legs, rubbing every inch of her sensitive cleft. Returning his
hand to her clit, he means to finish business and the sensation is
glorious and after a sharp intake of breath, she calls out his
name. “Ethan!”

Moving his hips back and forth, dragging
himself along her from the very swollen limit of her clit to her
buttocks, he threatens to enter her, but keeps his promise. She
never realized just how sensitive the nerves are south of border.
It could just be that no one has every touched her there when she
was this aroused. Come to think of it, she doesn’t ever remember
feeling this aroused. With his withdrawal, she feels the head of
his cock drag heavily across that area between her vagina and her
backside, taking her arousal to a whole new level. She finds
herself pushing against him as he skims across her there, gripping
the cushions tightly with her hands when he thrusts his hips
forward again. Pushing her hips back against him hard makes him
moan, as her movement forces him forward and presses him firmly
against her tight virgin bottom, pushing against it, pulsing and
wanting. Just one firm push of his hips and he’d be in. It would be
heaven, he’s sure of it.

Her eyes pop wide open and she panics.
“Ethan!” Her hand swings towards him in an attempt to push him away
but he grabs her wrist and restrains her. “Shhhh.”

“Ethan, I don’t want to. I’m not comfortable
with that.”

Damn! He groans in disappointment. “Ok, I
won’t go there.” He pulls his hips back, moving away from her and
making his cock drop heavily against his leg. “Not tonight anyway…
I’ll pleasure you there another time.” He nips at her ear and she
struggles to swallow. She has never considered having anal sex and
she’s disturbed that his promise has ignited an excitement and
curiosity in her.

“Concentrate on the pleasure.” He whispers
as he presses his hand against her with controlled pressure. Each
movement stimulating a sensitive spot between her legs, pushing her
towards ecstasy.

“Pleasure me.” She whispers back.

Ethan feels his pleasure coil and build
stronger and he moans against her cheek as he readjusts his
position and continues to stroke himself against her. “Yes, I need
to.” He senses the tremor in her body. “You’re going to come now. I
can feel it.”

She starts to pant. “Yes!” Waves of an
overwhelming orgasm start to wash over her. Rippling through her
body and spreading outwards with growing force.

“Oh!” She arches her back and rocks her hips
trying to get more pressure from his hand against her clit. The
head of his cock rubs against her from behind, sliding across
sensitive nerves as he continues to move his body, meeting her
needs.

“That’s right baby. THIS is the only reason
I exist. I live, only to bring you pleasure.”

She meets her climax as her body shakes
violently, convulsing against him repeatedly, screaming out his
name in celebration of the pleasure he had promised and skillfully
delivered. The sound of his name screamed from her lips, prompts
his own release, spreading burst after burst of hot semen over the
swollen folds of her sex.

Gasping for air, feeling exhausted and weak,
she turns to face him, pressing herself firmly against him so that
they are chest to chest. Reeling from his own orgasm, he folds his
arms around her and presses his lips against the top of her head.
It seems like forever for their breathing to return to normal,
neither of them able to speak.

Ethan is the first to break the silence.
“See… I told you that you can.”

Olivia smiles against his chest. “I’d say…
and then some.” She pushes herself up to sit on the edge of the
couch. “I need a shower.”

Ethan props himself on his forearms and
watches her across the floor and up the stairs. Not yet ready for
there to be that much distance between them, he hikes up his shorts
and heads up the stairs behind her, taking them two at a time.
She’s standing under the warm spray of the shower when he enters
the bathroom and drops his shorts on the floor. Aware that he’s
there, she turns to take a long look at his delicious muscular
body, her eyes dropping to the large package between his legs.
Pulling back the curtain and stepping in, he grins at her
boldness.

If her brain wasn’t still numb from her
orgasm she would have found this in violation of their agreement
but when he takes the body wash out of her hands and finishes
lathering her up, she can’t think of one single reason to protest.
When he’s done, she returns the favor leaving a trail of soapy
bubbles over every inch of him. Wrapped in each other’s arms they
stand under the soothing hot water letting it wash the lather from
their bodies as they stand completely still. It’s an epic fail in
her attempt to restrict intimacy with him. Quite frankly… she
doesn’t care.

Holding out his hand, he helps her step out
of the shower and then wraps her in a towel, tucking it firmly at
the side so that it doesn’t slide down. Grabbing for a smaller
towel to wrap around her hair she brushes past him and starts to
smile. “You smell like strawberries now.”

Pulling her close and nuzzling his chin
against the top of her head, he breathes her in. “I really don’t
care.” He just wants to be as close to her as possible.

What’s going on here? This wasn’t supposed
to happen. Her head fights the feelings growing in her heart,
making her pull away from him. “I should get dressed.” She starts
to back away and then remembers something. “Ethan.”

He glances up as he towels the moisture off
his well-toned body. Swallowing hard, she stops and stares as he
rubs it across his muscled chest and then cinches it around his
waist. Lucky towel. “I keep forgetting to tell you. You left
clothes here when I was sick. I washed them and they’re hanging in
the closet in the spare room.”

He nods, pretending not to be frustrated by
the distance she keeps trying to put between them.

When she comes out of her bedroom dressed in
her most comfortable sleepwear, she can hear Ethan downstairs.
Sitting on the bottom step, she watches him wash the wine glasses
while singing an upbeat and happy song while he works, unaware
she’s returned. From the stairs her eyes follow the thick grey
material of his sweatshirt along his broad muscular shoulders. At
their widest point his powerful back begins to narrow downwards,
ending at a very trim waist. The elastic of his track pants hold
snuggly at his hips and the pale grey fleece clings seductively
over a round firm ass, perfectly showcased by his powerful,
athletic thighs. She sits on the step and watches him, her heart
throbbing. Closing her eyes for a moment, she takes a deep breath
as she whispers to herself. “I definitely must be dreaming.“

Drying his hands on the towel, he stops
singing when he turns to find her sitting there watching him. He
wonders what thoughts are on her mind and grins that charming
boyish grin that she’s certain gets him laid. A LOT.

“It’s getting late, I should get going.”

“Ok” She gets to her feet and follows him to
the top of the stairs.

Here they are again, standing at the door
feeling uncomfortable. Why is it so awkward saying goodbye? She
doesn’t know if she should hug him or shake his hand. Maybe
neither? This agreement was supposed to keep things simple, but in
a way it has made things so much more complicated.

Ethan doesn’t hesitate, wrapping his arms
around her in a snug embrace. “Thank you, for keeping me company
tonight.”

She smiles and feels relieved that he took
the lead. “I hope you feel better now.”

“That would be a good assessment.” He grins
at the way her face turns red. “Listen, Olivia… I’ve got a really
busy weekend and the following week is full of appointments for the
grand opening of the club in a few weeks. I’m not sure how much
time I’ll have for us.”

What is he saying? “That’s ok. You don’t
have to spend any time with me. You’ve got important things to look
after. I understand.” She has no right to be disappointed but she
is and she doesn’t hide it well.

Frowning, he brings his hand to the side of
her cheek rubbing his thumb across her bottom lip. “Don’t pout,
it’s killing me. I just meant that if you call me and I don’t
answer right away, it’s because I’m busy. I just didn’t want you to
think I’m avoiding you.”

“Oh.” She blushes.

“Next weekend, I’m all yours. I
promise.”

He’s defenseless against the glowing
radiance she starts to project when her heart dances in her chest.
Her eyes sparkle like starlight as she bites her lip trying to hide
her demure smile. She’s so beautiful that he almost forgets to
breathe. “Jesus, stop looking at me like that or, period or not,
I’m coming back in there to fuck you.”

Leaning forward to kiss her, his lips skim
softly against hers before she leans back and pulls away. He growls
in frustration. “Fucking agreement.” Shaking his head, he starts
down the stairs to the door and pulls it open. “I’ll try to find
time to see you before next Friday, if I can.”

Something stops him and he turns to watch
her walk down the stairs, stopping on the bottom step and putting
them at the same eye level. Taking a step towards her, he looks her
over from head to toe, admiring her body. “I can’t believe the
things I put up with so I can be with you, Miss James. You are
going to drive me completely insane. I know it.”

“Good night, Ethan.” She whispers, reaching
for him and running her fingers through his hair, teasing him by
smoothing out the parts that are still sticking up from his towel
drying. Grabbing her hand, he gives her a warning. “Stop, I’m not
joking. If you keep touching me I will take you straight back
upstairs. Only this time, you may be punished for teasing me.”

Yes please! “Ok, I’m sorry, you better go.”
She frowns.

Stepping out the doorway, muttering things
she can’t make out in his Irish accent, he walks through the yard.
Standing at the door, she waits until she hears the car door close
then steps back inside and locks it behind her. Leaning against it,
she takes a deep breath, a smile spreading across her face from ear
to ear. Putting her hand over her heart, she feels it beat loud and
happy. She can’t remember the last time she felt so full of joy.
That’s a good thing right? So then, why does the feeling terrify
her?