30. Cillian
thirty
Cillian
An Hour Later
Three years ago she utterly and completely captivated me.
Not one goddamn thing has changed.
As I watch Ivy dance with her friends, every sway of her hips makes my heart ache with longing. I can’t take my eyes off her, but it’s time for me to go. We’re going to celebrate her birthday alone later and I need to make this night one she’ll never forget.
A night that’ll set the tone for the rest of our lives.
I slip out of the party quietly, leaving behind the noise and lights. It’s late, but I manage to find a high-end grocery store where I buy a bottle of sparkling cider and clean them out of roses and candles. My heart races with anticipation as I drive to The Edgewater so I can get Ivy’s room ready for us.
The suite is magnificent, with a master bedroom featuring a four-poster king bed, a full panoramic view of Elliott Bay, and a private deck with Adirondack chairs and a chaise lounge. There’s a dining area and a wet bar, a loft-style living room with a gas fireplace, and a glass surround shower with waterfall and handheld shower heads.
Oh, we’re gonna have some fun here.
Quickly, I take off my jacket and tie to get comfortable. Then I set things up. First, I sprinkle rose petals from the door to the bed and all over the duvet cover. Then I light the candles and take out the cider and glasses. Finally, I compile a quick playlist of soft music and pipe it through the sound system.
As I survey the scene, the door opens and I spin around.
Ivy steps into the room and her eyes widen in surprise. She’s breathtaking. Her dress shimmers in the candlelight, silky blonde hair falls in loose waves around her shoulders. Her cheeks are flushed from dancing and her lips still slightly plump from our kisses.
I’ve never wanted her more than I do in this moment.
“ Cillian.” She sets her purse on the table.
“ Ivy .” I’m so taken by her, my voice is barely a whisper.
The past three years—the pain, the heartache, the shame—all melt into the background and we move toward each other.
Before I say another word, Ivy’s in my arms. Her lips crash against mine in a kiss that’s both desperate and passionate. Her hands tangle in my hair, and I pull her closer, pouring all my love, longing, and regret into the kiss.
“I’ve missed you.” She presses herself against me.
“I’ve missed you too, baby. More than you can imagine.” My words come out garbled, thick with emotion.
Ivy winds her arms tightly around my neck. I grip her waist as if letting go will mean losing her all over again. Our bodies press together, hearts pound in unison, the intensity of our connection is palpable and undeniable.
The gas fireplace casts a warm glow all over the living room as we move toward the couch and recline in front of the flames. Entwined on the cushions, we fit together perfectly. Our hands explore each other with a hunger that’s been building for three long years.
“I was such a fool,” I say between kisses, my heart aching with the need to make her understand. “I regretted pushing you away. I’ve never stopped loving you, Ivy. ”
Ivy massages my temples with her thumbs. “I’ve never stopped loving you either, baby. Every day without you has been agony.”
We continue to kiss, gently caressing each other. The feel of her skin against mine, the taste of her lips—it’s all familiar and yet new. We’re both different people now. I’m bigger. Stronger. Working out has replaced drinking in my life. She’s leaner, more self-assured. Confident. Our lives have changed. Circumstances are different but my feelings for her haven’t changed..
Tonight is about reconnecting with the only woman I’ve ever loved.
Ivy moans against my mouth and climbs onto my lap, rolling her body against mine. Her fingers skim down the back of my neck, raising goosebumps. In one swift motion, I stand, lifting her effortlessly. As we have done many times before, Ivy wraps her legs around my waist and I carry her to our inevitable destination. Each step is filled with anticipation.
The bedroom is filled with only the warm glow of candlelight, which casts a romantic aura across her face. We reach the four-poster bed, where I lay Ivy down on top of the rose petals. She looks up at me with a mix of longing and love, and I lean down to kiss her again, savoring this moment we’ve both waited so long for.
My cock twitches in excitement when she reaches between us, unbuttons my shirt and slides it down my arms. Deliberately she traces her fingers along my pecs, around my nipples and finally down my stomach to my pants. She unbuckles my belt, but I grasp her wrist.
“You’re first, baby.” I reach under her and unzip her dress. “I need this off of you.”
“No problem.” Ivy rolls out from under me and shimmies out of her dress, revealing a lacy black thong and matching bra, which pushes her tits up perfectly.
I pull her back down on the bed and run my hands along her back to her ass while I press my face to the swell of her breasts. “You’re out of my league.”
She traces my eyebrow. “I’m not.”
“You are, but if memory serves, my superpower is making you come. You’ll never want to leave me after tonight.” I nip her bottom lip and kiss across her throat before fastening my lips to her neck.
Her body arches against mine and her breathy pants test my control. “Ohmygod, Cillian.”
“How the hell do I work this?” I fumble with the fancy clasp on her bra. It’s sexy as hell, but it’s going to look better on the floor.
“Here, let me help.” Ivy laughs and effortlessly pops it open, freeing her succulent tits.
I toss it behind me and cup them, licking and sucking her nipples until she’s a moaning mess. My fingers slide between her legs and I push her panties to the side, she’s slick with desire. Pressing my thumb to her clit, I circle it lightly—teasing her.
“Please,” she pants as she drags her nails over my back and her body cants up against mine. I push two fingers into her and immediately locate her bundle of nerves. I know her body so well, I want to make her fly apart and then take my time. Ivy’s fingers dig into my arms as she whimpers, “ Yesssssss .”
“You feel incredible, baby. Tight. Wet for me.” I fasten my lips on her perky nipple and suck hard. My thumb continues to pet Ivy’s clit as I curl my fingers inside her and press and wiggle. Panting and moaning, she writhes against me as I fuck her with my fingers. Her legs splay open, revealing every beautiful fold of her creamy, responsive pussy. Her toes curl and her thighs shake as Ivy comes apart with a hoarse yell.
“ Ahhhhhhh .” Ivy shudders, clamping around my fingers.
She watches, glassy eyed, as I withdraw them and suck and savor her juices. “Still my favorite taste. I hope you’re ready for more, because I’m gonna fuck you until morning.”
“I’m soooo ready,” she rasps, dragging her palm up and down my shaft, which threatens to burst through my slacks. “ Before we, uh…will you…” Ivy wince-smiles and throws her forearm over her eyes.
“What baby?” I lie next to her, move her arm and kiss her so she can taste herself on my tongue. “What do you need?”
“I’m ready for…” She blinks at me then swallows and takes a slow breath. “Will you go down on me? I’ve missed your magic tongue.”
My heart beats ten times faster and swells in my chest every time Ivy asserts what she wants sexually. I dig it so fucking much. Groaning, I press my face to her throat. “Of course. Whatever you want. Tonight is all about you.”
“About us .” She drapes her calf over my hip and slides her hand between her legs. With two fingers, she spreads her lips apart, flashing her pussy. My eyes flick back up her body to take in her wild turquoise eyes, raw lips, and the blush spreading over her cheeks and down her chest. Her nipples are puckered and distended. “I’m yours, Cillian. All of me. My body. My heart. My soul. Everything . I love you.
The certainty in Ivy’s words makes my heart feel like it’s about to explode. Any doubt, fear, or insecurity I’ve ever had about our age difference, the pain of losing her or the years spent apart disappears. Everything snaps into place.
This is where I’m meant to be. With her. She’s always been mine, and I’ve always been hers. This is our second chance, and I’m never letting her go again .
“ Mo shíorghrá , I loved you from the minute I laid eyes on you, Ivy. I’ll love you until the day I die and beyond.” I take my time kissing and worshipping her body until I reach her stomach. Pressing her legs apart, I kiss her upper thigh and roll her panties down and off.
She smells fucking amazing . God, I missed this so much.
Ivy squirms and fists my hair when I tease her, licking, kissing, and tasting her everywhere. Her clit pokes out from under its hood, begging for attention. I flatten my tongue and lap at it, sucking and swirling until she gasps and clutches my head, holding me in place. Lazily, I circle her pleasure point again and again. Her hips roll and buck against my lips as I keep her on edge with different angles, paces, and combinations.
I jerk her tighter against my mouth and devour her. I’ve been starving for Ivy for years and I savor every ounce of her cream. The sounds coming out of her mouth are incoherent. I wrap my lips around her clit and suck hard, flicking my tongue back and forth until she cries and begs and moans for me to keep going.
I don’t stop. Pressing her shuddering thighs wider, I look up to find her watching me as she plucks and twists her nipples. Her eyes burn hot with lust and unspoken promises, but her breathing sounds somewhat close to a sob. I swipe my tongue furiously back and forth across her clit then suck, keeping up the combination until she writhes and digs her heels into the mattress.
Ivy’s orgasm hits us both like a tidal wave. Her thighs nearly squish my head from the force of her release, which drenches my entire face. As I drink every ounce, my balls start to tingle and I’m forced to reach down and grip the base of my cock to stop myself from coming in my pants.
“Are you ready for me, baby?” I press myself up and shed my slacks and briefs in an instant. My cock weeps from the tip and points stiffly toward her opening, as if it knows where it belongs. “I want you badly.”
“ Yes . Fuck me, Cillian. Fuck me so hard I’ll feel you tomorrow.”
I enter her slowly. She’s fucking tight, I take my time stretching her pussy until I’m fully embedded.
“Is this what you missed, baby?” I nip her throat. “Me, buried deep inside you, making you come over and over again?”
“I missed all of you. Every part.” She clutches my ass as I pick up the pace.
Before long, I’m thrusting into her hard and I barely notice the bed squeaking or the headboard thudding against the wall. I can’t make myself care, not when Ivy moans when every cant of my hips pushes my cock deeper into her velvety heat. “Mine,” I pant. “ Mo shíorghrá . You’re mine .”
“All yours, Cillian. Forever .” Ivy clenches around me as she comes for the third time.
I flip her over and ram into her from behind, stroking my hands along her spine to her hips. “I’m not done, are you still with me, baby?”
“I never want you to be done.” She pushes back against me and my eyes roll back from the ecstasy.
Glancing to the side I see the wall is actually a mirror and the vision of Ivy splayed out with me impaling her pussy nearly sends me over. I band my arm around her stomach and pull her up, never breaking contact. Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I sit us both up until she’s straddling me reverse cowgirl-style.
I rest my chin on her shoulder, cup her breast with one hand and circle her clit with the fingers of my other one. “Look at us”
Ivy’s eyes meet mine in the mirror and she looks down to where we’re joined, her thighs draped over mine. My cock buried deep inside her. “ Ohhhhh . Wow.”
It’s us, doing what we’re best at. Loving each other.
“Watch yourself come.” I lean over her shoulder to get a better look.
“We’re beautiful.” Ivy’s hand joins mine and we rub her clit in unison. “I’ll never get this picture out of my head. ”
Neither will I.
Our bodies swivel and grind until we’re both panting and moaning with abandon. Picking up the pace, I grip her hips and move her back and forth before bouncing her on my cock while she continues to work her clit.
Heightened by the visual of our fucking, neither of can help the sounds we make. Groaning, shouting, keening, swearing, crying out—chasing the ultimate release, and then I feel the ripple of Ivy’s pussy clamping around me. With a feral roar, I ejaculate what feels like three years’ worth of come inside her.
“Fucking hell,” I whimper as my eyes roll back and Ivy slumps back against me.
Our bodies keep moving through aftershocks. I pump into her over and over again as my whole body shakes like an earthquake. I caress her sides and belly. “I want to be inside you all night.”
“ Mmmmmmm .” Ivy’s eyes are half-mast. “Sounds like heaven.”
I tilt her head back to look directly into her eyes. She needs to know we’re back together now. I meant it. She’s mine.
“Nothing will keep us apart this time,” I promise, my voice filled with conviction. “We’ve been through too much. I’ll never let anything come between us again.”
And I mean it. With all of my heart.