Free She Likes It Irish by Sophia Ryan

teeth, he twisted it until it popped open, releasing her breasts. He buried his face between them and turned his head back and forth to nudge aside the cups with his nose and chin. Her breasts exposed, nipples reaching up to his mouth, he stared at them, a hungry grin on his shadowed face. Then his eyes met hers. They were soft and drowsy as if he were drunk on the taste of her. “Ready, darlin’?” he whispered.
    At her nod, he kissed her mouth then kissed down her face, her neck, her chest. He licked the nipple of one breast, and she about came out of his lap. He put his mouth on it, sucking it lightly into his mouth, nipping the point with his teeth, circling it with his tongue. His hand cupped the other breast, bringing it closer to his mouth so he could treat it with the same attention. When both tips were hard and wet, he breathed on them, the cool breath tightening the points further. He sucked each of them hard, sending pleasure roaring deep inside her body.
    Kristin bit down on her lip to keep a chorus of moans from escaping her mouth. She was torn between enjoying everything he had in mind and ripping his jeans down and sucking his cock—the crowd be damned. But his mouth shifting from breast to breast had caught her up in a frenzy of feeling that she didn’t want to let go of.
    Wetness dampened the crotch of her jeans and she squirmed in his lap, pressing her thighs together, trying to relieve a tingling pussy that cried out for attention. She was panting, unable to catch a full breath. Her eyes and ears were unfocused, but her mind was sharp on the tornado of pleasure roaring inside her.
    His mouth left her breasts and found her mouth seconds before the lights came up. With a muffled curse, he broke off the kiss and hugged her to his chest, helping to hide her breasts until she could adjust her clothing.
    In a blinding, dizzying fog of desire, with fingers that didn’t seem to belong to her, she snapped her bra then buttoned her shirt. Her legs felt boneless and unable to stand. By the feel of the bulge tightening his jeans, he would need a few minutes as well. They remained seated while everyone around them filed out.
    Embarrassed to let him see the raw and naked desire so close to the surface, she avoided his eyes, but she could feel his gaze on her hot face. His finger brushed along her jaw. Her face burned but she raised her eyes to his.
    “That wasn’t on the schedule,” she teased. “I would have remembered.”
    “It’s part of the movie experience,” he said, his breath finally returning to normal.
    “Hmm. Like snacks?”
    He laughed. “Exactly.”
    “Here in the U.S., we just grab a bag of popcorn and a soft drink.”
    “I like the Irish way better.” The way his gaze shifted to her breasts then back to her face made her crave his touch.
    She dropped her eyes. “Me, too.”
    He pulled her back against him and pressed his cheek to her head, inhaling deep as if he were breathing in the scent of her.
    “Are you sniffing me?” she asked, touched by the tender act.
    “Makes me hungry, you smell so good.”
    Sharp need replaced soft tenderness as she imagined him satisfying that hunger.
    After the movie crowd cleared, they stood and walked out, arms around each other. It staggered her how much closer she felt to him. As if one simple act of intimacy had opened their hearts to each other, giving each other a bigger slice of real estate to claim as their own.
    Although what she wanted more than anything was to run back to her dorm so she could convince him to deviate from the schedule, he took his time, talking to her, taking time to stop and kiss and hug in the cool night air. It was as if he knew her plan and wasn’t going to let it happen.
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    The woman was driving him mad with need. And she knew it. Was pulling out all the stops to get him to deviate from their schedule and make love to her. Having her lovely arse sitting on his cock during the movie had turned him inside out. He