37. Ivy
thirty-seven
Ivy
Later That Afternoon
I’m groggy and disoriented.
My body tingles.
I’m confused about where I am, then realize I’m alone, naked on the couch in Cillian’s living room covered by a fluffy throw.
We’ve made love for hours today and I feel empty without him inside me.
I need him. Now . There’s probably some sort of psychological explanation why I’m insatiable, but I don’t care to dissect. I want what I want.
Cillian .
I wrap the blanket around me and get up to find him. I hear the faint sound of running water, which seems to be coming from upstairs so I move in that direction. Aha! He’s in the shower.
Perfect .
At the same moment I walk through the door, Cillian emerges from the bathroom, a towel slung low around his waist. His hair is wet and tousled, droplets of water cling to his chiseled, bare chest. He’s magnificent. I can’t believe this man is finally mine.
All mine.
Heat swirls through me like a torrential storm, whooshing its way through my core, up my chest, and down my limbs. My pussy clenches. My nipples pucker.
A devilish grin spreads across Cillian’s face. He steps toward me. “Did you miss me?”
“A lot.” I drop my blanket and look into his eyes. I’m completely bare and vulnerable. Three years ago, I stood before him exactly like this and he rejected me. Today, his eyes sweep over me with such deep regard, it feels like he can see into my very soul.
This time his reverential gaze is filled with complete acceptance.
Love .
Cillian lunges toward me and his mouth claims mine. Hard. Insistent. His towel falls to the ground and I jack his cock as our kisses grow deeper. His rough hands roam all over my body, cupping my ass, palming my tits, pushing into my hair, where he fists it tight against the base of my neck.
His thumb finds my clit, circling it as I caress and fondle his balls. Cillian lowers his mouth to my breast, sucking my nipple in between his teeth, triggering slithers of pleasure through my body.
“Tell me if you want to stop. If you’re sore,” Cillian rasps. “Otherwise, you’re at my mercy. I’m gonna make you forget everything.”
“I never want to stop.” I pump his cock faster and his mouth finds mine again.
We devour each other roughly until I sag and nearly fall over, but Cillian is ready. He lifts me and carries me to his bed, laying me down gently. I reach for him and he moves over me, kissing me deeply as he aligns his body with mine. His cock glides through my wetness and finds its way home.
We stare into each other’s eyes, the intensity of our connection makes me feel floaty. He’s buried to the hilt. I wrap my legs around his hips and angle up until he’s so deep there’s no difference between Cillian’s body and mine. A surge of emotions consume me then every stress falls away and I’m laser focused on what’s happening between us in this moment.
The warmth of his body against mine. The stretch of my pussy around his throbbing cock. The taste of his mouth as he kisses me long and slow. Every roll of his hips.
Raw passion takes over and we move to a rhythm all our own. Rolling and thrashing on the bed with abandon as our bodies and needs take over. We’re wild. Groping and moaning. Demanding and pleading. Loving and tender. Awestruck and ecstatic.
Before I know it, I’m riding him. Swiveling and rolling my hips. My tits bounce and jiggle and he squeezes them and pinches my nipples.
“O hhhhhhhh ” His crown hits my spot perfectly. He releases my breasts and grabs my ass with both hands, enabling him to drive up into me hard. Fast. Punishing. Incredible . It’s too much. Too good. My entire body tenses as the most intense sensation of my life courses through me. It’s a euphoric wave beginning deep in my core and radiating outward, leaving me utterly consumed by the sensation.
“ Ohhhhhhmmmyyyyyyygoooooddddddd . Come with me. Cillian…” I beg, rubbing my clit furiously in time to his fucking.
With a long, tortured groan, Cillian flips me onto the bed. He pistons his hips like he’s burrowing himself into my body permanently. Every nerve ending is electrified, each pulse of ecstasy builds upon the last until I’m suspended in a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss.
Suddenly, my pussy gushes like a geyser, drenching us. Cillian’s entire body shudders and he growls out my name, emptying everything he has until I’m overflowing with our combined release.
I’m a moaning, writhing mess, unable to comprehend how my body is capable of such pleasure, but he’s not done. Cillian pulls out and kneels between my legs, placing my thighs over his shoulders. I’m unable to move, but he lifts my hips up to his face, buries into my pussy, and laps us up with a feral abandon.
His tongue is everywhere, in every crevice, through every fold, settling on my clit. His entire mouth engulfs me. I shudder through yet another mammoth orgasm.
This the single most intimate moment of my life.
We’re finally free.
Unbothered by our mess, Cillian eases me down and gathers me in his arms. “You squirted, I’ve never seen anything like it. I had to know what we tasted like. ”
“Let me sample.” I can barely move but I manage to tilt my face up to him. We kiss, swirling our tongues together. “I love it. I loved it.”
Completely satiated, I rest my head against his chest. My leg is flung over his thigh and my arm is draped over his stomach. He kisses my temple and holds me tighter. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy, Ivy. I’ve never loved someone like I love you. I never will again.”
“I’ve always known you were meant for me. My soul connected with yours the second we saw each other.” I snuggle closer and peer up at him. “When you’re inside me, I feel free and alive. Complete . I’ll love you forever.”
Cillian looks at me with such intensity, it makes my heart skip a beat. “You’re my everything, baby. I have something to say, though.”
“ Mmmmmkay .” I kiss his chest.
“After hearing your dad berate you viciously…I’m still so fucking ashamed for saying things you’ll never unhear. I will never, ever, ever speak to you out of anger or fear again. No matter what I’m going through.” He kisses me softly. “I want you. I’ve always wanted you. I’ll want you forever . Mo shíorghrá. ”
“The way you say ‘muh-heer-grah’ is so beautiful. You’ve never told me what it means.” I trace his eyebrow with my finger.
He cradles my face in his hand. “It means ‘my eternal love’ in Gaelic.”
“ Ohhhh .” I take a deep breath and let his words sink in. “It’s the first thing you ever said to me when I saw you at Kells.”
Cillian nods. “ Yeah .”
Tears well up, but this time they’re because I’m grateful. “You’re nothing like my father. I know you were hurt and said things you didn’t mean, but you weren’t being vindictive or ruthless. It was a painful blow to learn I’d lied to you about things that were so important. You still took accountability, apologized and meant it. We’ve both made mistakes and now we’re past it. Let’s put it behind us.”
“And, in that vein, I think we should pack up your stuff so you can move in while your dad’s in the hospital.” Cillian squeezes me tightly. “That way, you won’t have to face him until you’re ready.”
The reality of what happened settles in. The thing is, I’m not the only one who endured my father’s wrath. Cillian took a lashing too. “What about you? You’ve been focused on me all day, what’s going on at the jobsite?”
“I have no idea. My dad is handling it. My only focus today is making sure you’re okay.” Cillian gazes into my eyes.
“Well, if fucking me senseless is making sure I’m okay, I’m lucky to have you.” I comb my fingers through his hair.
He chuckles, but looks thoughtful. “Ahh, well, I’m lucky you enjoy being fucked senseless.” He cups my breast and runs his hand down my side. “Promise me, if it gets to be too much, let me know. I don’t want you to feel overwhelmed. You’re dealing with a lot.”
“I’m good.” My heart swells at his care for me.
He feathers kisses on my jaw. “We’ll pick up the pieces, baby. We’re going to be happy.”
“I’m already happy,” I assure him. “It may seem strange, but I feel relieved. I keep thinking—if my dad reacted badly about our current relationship, thank God we didn’t tell him you’re the guy from my past.”
“Yeah…” Cillian doesn’t finish.
“To be clear, I don’t feel the need to hide anything. But I also don’t owe him an explanation or require his permission. It’s none of his fucking business. He tore me apart yesterday and I’m not sure how we come back from it.” I trail my hand across Cillian’s arm.
“Yeah…I have to say, I feel the same way.” His eyes blink closed. I realize he must be exhausted.
I rest my head against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath. “It’s our time now.”
We lie in silence, savoring the moment of calm. I can’t help but believe in fate.
Meeting Cillian changed the trajectory of my life. He showed me how to love. Taught me to believe in myself. No matter how we got to where we are today, I think he and I would have always found our way to each other.
Mo shíorghrá.
It was always meant to be.
I’m where I belong and I’m never leaving again.