28. April 14, 2023 #2
With each stroke, his speed, pressure, and depth increased until he was sliding into the back of her throat, her face tight to his stomach.
He was working up a wetness he’d never experienced when getting a blow job before, and he could see it pouring from her mouth, over her chin, and falling to the floor between them.
“Gonna come, Cherry. If you’ve changed your mind, pull back now.”
She popped off him. “Pull back? Are you nuts? If I were standing in front of St. Peter and I was offered the choice of going through the gates or swallowing your cum, the devil can have us both.”
What little tension had been lost from her brief stoppage was instantly back as she swallowed him deep, trying to burrow into his body to get every bit of him inside her mouth.
Her hands clutched his ass, pulling him closer, and as he expelled her name with his orgasm, he heard her moan as she swallowed every drop.
When he was done emptying into her mouth, his fingers loosened and reflexively massaged where he’d been anchoring them along the back of her head. She pulled back to look up at him, her eyes still leaking tears from every thrust. Every intimate encounter proved one more way she was his match.
His thumbs brushed away the tears. He brought them up to his mouth, cleaning them off his skin, before he gently shoved her back onto the bed, climbed on it to straddle her bent legs, kissed the hell out of her, and took any remaining traces of his release from the cavern.
Fisting the skirt on her dress, he rucked it up around her waist. He followed that by peeling the loose top portion over her shoulders and underneath her breasts, which he’d been aching to touch all afternoon. Thank god he hadn’t let her put a bra on underneath her clothes.
“I do not have time to dirty you up the way I want to. Feck! Knew you’d be beautiful under those suits, but you’re too beautiful for this world.
It’s almost blinding,” he admitted. His mouth dropped down over a breast as his hand cupped the flesh, then opened over the areola to take in as much of the flesh as it could.
Without letting go, he slid his other hand between them, taking hold of his cock and lining it up to her opening, thrusting hard and fast .
Each pounding stroke caused the bed to shift, the old-fashioned springs creaking with the force.
There was a momentary rational thought of being thankful she was across the bed; otherwise, the headboard would be denting the wall, letting the entire hotel know what they were doing.
But then it didn’t matter because he changed the position of her hips to drag across her G-spot and grind his pelvic bones against her clit, causing her to come with a wail so loud the hotel guests would know anyway.
Oh well.
He felt a wave pass through his body, felt his rhythm stutter, and then he froze, buried so far inside her, it was like they were permanently joined.
A shouted curse in Gaelic flew from his mouth, and then he pulled back slightly before grinding against her clit and toppled her into a second orgasm.
Eventually, he pulled free of her and rolled to her side, lying on his back, one arm bent over his eyes, not even bothering to worry that they’d never gotten completely undressed.
The other arm slid under her shoulders and pulled her tight to his side.
They lay like that, silent, listening to the sounds drifting up from the street as people went to and from the shops, restaurants, and beach.
“I don’t want to go back to the estate,” she whispered, her finger tracing his abs row by row, then up the centerline only to follow them back down again.
He lifted his arm and rolled onto his side to face her. Grabbing her top leg, he pulled it so her thigh rested over his legs trapped in the shorts still around his legs. He smoothed the sweaty hairs on her forehead back. “I don’t want you to go back there either, a chuisle .”
“No, I mean, I don’t want to leave here. This.”
His eyes flicked between hers as if trying to read how serious she was.
This moment was huge. Was she saying she was willing to overlook her condition?
He seemed to come to some sort of conclusion because he tipped her chin with a single finger so he could place his lips against her forehead as he spoke.
“We don’t have to leave ‘here’ or ‘ this.’ ‘Here’ and ‘this’ are feelings, Cherry.
They’re not a physical place. They’re just… us.”
“For such a BAMF, you sure are philosophical about love.”
It was minuscule, but he felt himself tighten.
Then it was gone. “Only with you.” He kissed her again, and she snaked her arms around him, holding him tight.
“Do you mean it?” Even he could hear the vulnerability in his question.
It would tear his heart to shreds if it were something said merely in the afterglow.
“I don’t want you to regret changing your mind. It was important to you.”
A tear leaked from one eye to trail down toward her ear.
“I mean it,” she whispered. “That condition has always been there out of fear. The most important people in my life have been taken away from me by things out of my control. But that’s the way it is most of the time, right?
If something like that can be controlled, the only one who really has a say is the person who leaves.
“Unfortunately, life takes things, often not caring if you or they deserve it, or caused it, or whatever. I was a child when I promised myself not to allow anyone in who put themself into a position where they could be taken from me by something I didn’t have a say in.
It’s just taken me a very long time to grow up and realize that there’s very little in life I can control.
But I can control this. I can control having you in my life, and I’d be stupid to let that go.
” She kissed his shoulder. “Understand. I’m not comfortable with it.
I can’t promise not to wish for this addiction of yours to be otherwise, but I’m willing to work with it.
When you’re ready to give it up, I’ll be behind you all the way.
And I won’t be disappointed if you fall.
No one will. You’re family, and family helps each other when they struggle. ”
Those three words he so desperately wanted to say lodged in his throat.
He’d told her the night they’d made love, but it had been in Gaelic, and she hadn’t understood.
Probably just thought it was another endearment.
He wanted to say the words to her in English, but this wasn’t the time.
Not in this hotel and not while on this project. But it was coming.
He swallowed hard. Hands holding her head in place so that their gazes locked, he said what, in the long run, probably communicated those three coveted words in a much better way. “I promise, Esme. I promise I’ll do everything I can not to let you down.”
He watched tears well up in her eyes. She understood how much it took for him to say those two words. Gathering her close, he urged, “Rest for a bit. We’ve got time before we need to be back. If you fall asleep, I’ll wake you.”