Page 26 of Irish Legacy

“No.” The single word came out rough, almost a command. Trish leaned forward and pulled Quinn’s chest down to her mouth. “Stay there.”

Quinn gasped as Trish took one tight, pink nipple between her teeth. The light bite sent a shock of raw heat straight between her legs. Then Trish laved it with a broad, flat tongue before drawing the whole breast deep into the hot suction of her mouth.

Quinn’s spine bowed. She gripped Trish’s shoulders to stay upright. The pull on her nipple sent sparks racing down her belly. Trish’s free hand slid between their slick bellies while her mouth stayed locked on Quinn’s breast. Quinn was already dripping, hypersensitive from the first orgasm.

When Trish slid two fingers straight inside her, curling upward with deliberate, practiced authority, Quinn’s vision whited out for a second.

She had zero defenses left. Straddling Trish like this, with that hot mouth working her breast and those fingers driving deep and hard inside her, Quinn felt stripped down to nothing but want. She gripped fistfuls of Trish’s dark hair, the chestnut strands silky against her palms. Her hips rolled frantically, riding the relentless motion of Trish’s hand. Every thrust pushed against that perfect spot inside her. Trish’s thumb found her clit and circled with steady pressure. The dual assault left Quinn shaking.

The second climax ripped through her violently. A broken cry spilled from Quinn’s lips as she clamped tight around Trish’s fingers. Her whole body shuddered, sobs of overwhelming pleasure tearing out of her throat while she buried her face against Trish’s shoulder. The orgasm went on and on, waves crashing through her until her thighs trembled uncontrollably. Trish kept stroking through every pulse, murmuring low words against Quinn’s breast that Quinn couldn’t quite make out through the roaring in her ears. She only knew the older woman held her through it, steady as ever, even while her own body still shook with aftershocks.

They collapsed together against the pillows, still tangled upright, chest to chest and slick with sweat. Trish’s mouth lingered on Quinn’s collarbone, pressing soft, open kisses there while their breathing slowly synced. Quinn’s heart gave a hard thump. She could feel Trish’s pulse where their bodies pressed together.

The rain drummed hard against the tall windows. Quinn glanced over Trish’s bare shoulder toward the glass. The Mayo night outside stayed pitch-black. It wasn’t even eight o’clock yet. The thought made her skin prickle. They had days left, but the clock in her chest ticked louder with every passing hour.

Trish ran a hand down Quinn’s damp spine. The touch felt possessive in the best way. She rested her chin on Quinn’s shoulder, breath warm against Quinn’s neck. Her fingers traced idle patterns along Quinn’s spine, dipping lower to cup the curve of her ass. The casual possession made Quinn’s stomach flip.

The thought of leaving in a few days pressed against Quinn’s ribs. She pushed it down. Not yet. The night had barely started. She was growing wetter again, the heat pooling low and heavy. Quinn shifted her hips experimentally. The slide of their bodies made them both inhale sharply.

Trish’s hand stilled on her ass. “I have a feeling we’re not getting much sleep tonight.”

The teasing tone carried an undercurrent of something deeper. Quinn pulled back enough to meet those piercing eyes. Trish looked flushed, lips swollen from kissing and biting, hair wild around her shoulders.

“Not a chance. I want you again,” Quinn admitted. The words felt raw in her throat. No script, no charm, just truth. “I want to taste you properly this time. I want to feel you come on my tongue while I hold those gorgeous thighs open.”

Trish’s eyes darkened further. A slow, knowing curve touched the corner of her mouth. “Later.”

Her hand slid up to cup the back of Quinn’s neck, thumb brushing along her jaw. Steady. Certain. Trish’s mouth found Quinn’s collarbone once more, sucking a mark into the skin that would bloom purple by morning.

Quinn tilted her head to give better access. Her hands roamed down Trish’s back, tracing the elegant line of her spine.

The grind started again, slower this time, more deliberate. Quinn rolled her hips in long strokes that dragged their clits together with wet friction.

Trish groaned against her neck. The vibration traveled straight down Quinn’s body. Trish’s fingers gripped her waist, guiding the movement now, setting a pace that built heat in steady waves rather than frantic spikes.

Trish’s hands moved to her waist again, guiding her to shift higher on the bed. Quinn followed the silent instruction, letting Trish arrange her until she straddled Trish’s chest instead of her lap. The position left her sex hovering just above Trish’s mouth.

Quinn’s thighs trembled with anticipation. She gripped the headboard for balance, looking down at the breathtaking sight of Trish’s face between her legs. The sharp jaw, the dark hair spread across the white pillow, the eyes that held decades of calm resolve now dark with hunger.

Trish’s hands slid up the back of Quinn’s thighs, gripping her ass and pulling her down. The first broad stroke of Trish’s tongue against her folds made Quinn’s head fall back. She bit her lip to hold in the moan that wanted to escape. Trish licked her again, slower, exploring every inch with deliberate focus. When her tongue circled Quinn’s clit and then sucked it gently between her lips, Quinn’s hips jerked forward involuntarily.

“Fuck, Trish.” The words tumbled out unscripted. Quinn’s knuckles went white on the headboard. She looked down again, needing to see. Trish’s eyes stayed locked on hers, even as her mouth worked with devastating skill. That mature, beautiful face buried between her thighs sent another rush of wetness against Trish’s tongue. The slick sounds of it filled the quiet.

Trish hummed in approval. The vibration against Quinn’s clit made her thighs shake harder. One of Trish’s hands left her ass and slid between her legs from behind. Two fingers pushed inside her without warning, curling immediately to stroke that sensitive spot from this new angle. Quinn cried out, the sound raw and honest. She rode Trish’s face and fingers with increasing desperation, chasing the building pleasure that coiled tight at the base of her spine.

The third orgasm broke over her, fierce and unrelenting. Quinn’s whole body seized, muscles locking as pleasure crashed through her in violent waves. She sobbed Trish’s name, hips grinding down against that relentless mouth while her walls pulsed around Trish’s fingers. The release felt endless, drawn out by Trish’s steady strokes and the suction of her lips. When it finally ebbed, Quinn collapsed forward, barely catching herself on the headboard before she could smother the woman beneath her.

Trish eased her fingers free and guided Quinn down until they lay tangled on the bed again. Quinn buried her face in the curve of Trish’s neck, breathing hard. She was liquid, boneless. She’d never come like that in her life.

“Fuck,” she groaned. Her lips brushed Trish’s collarbone with each word. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.”

Quinn slid her hand down Trish’s side, cupping the soft curve of her hip. The skin felt warm and slightly damp from their exertions. Quinn traced lazy circles there, feeling the way Trish’s breathing changed at the touch.

“Again?” Trish asked, amusement coloring the single word.

Quinn smiled against her neck. “The night’s young. And I’m nowhere near done worshipping you yet.”

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