Chapter 27 #2
My mouth travelled down her throat, pausing where her pulse hammered against my lips. "I've missed touching you," I murmured against her skin.
"Then stop talking and make me scream." Her nails raked down my back, leaving trails of fire.
I continued south, lavishing attention on her breasts. When I took her nipple between my teeth, she gasped, spine arching off the mattress like a bow.
"God, yes." Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging. "Hmmmm…” She bit on her bottom lip. “I've missed us too."
"Never again." I promised against her skin, tongue swirling around the hardened peak. "I'll never make you wait that long again."
I pressed reverent kisses to her ribs, the soft curve of her belly where surgeons had saved her life. She tensed when I reached the scar where the bullet had torn through flesh and sinew.
"These too." I kissed each imperfection with worshipful care. "Every mark tells the story of how you fought to stay alive. With me."
Her breath hitched, eyes glistening. "Alexander..."
"You're perfect." I looked up to meet her gaze. "Every beautiful, stubborn, magnificent inch of you."
When I settled between her thighs, her scent made my head spin. She was already wet, ready.
"Please." The word escaped on a whisper, hips shifting restlessly. No rough handling today. Just letting ourselves get carried away…
I gave her what we both needed. My tongue swept through her folds, tasting her essence. She cried out, back arching as I focused on the sensitive bundle that made her writhe.
"Christ, your cunt tastes amazing." I growled against her heated flesh. "I could do this for hours."
"Don't you dare stop." Her legs trembled around my head, thighs pressing against my ears. "Right there, just like that."
I slid two fingers inside her tight heat while my mouth continued its assault. Her inner walls clenched around me, drawing me deeper.
"That's it." I curled my fingers to find that perfect spot. "Let me hear you, beautiful. Let me know how good I make you feel."
Her response was breathless moans punctuated by my name falling from her lips like a prayer. I worked her systematically until she was trembling on the edge.
"I'm so close,” she ground out. Her hips bucked against my mouth, hands fisting in my hair. "Don't stop, please don't stop."
I doubled my efforts until she shattered with a keening moan that echoed off the bare walls. Her inner muscles convulsed around my fingers as waves washed through her, and I worked her through every tremor until she collapsed, boneless.
"Better?" I pressed gentle kisses to her flushed inner thighs.
"Getting there." She laughed breathlessly, eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction. "But we're far from finished."
She pushed at my shoulders with surprising strength. "My turn."
She straddled my hips, wet heat pressing against my aching cock. "I want to taste you too." Her hair created a curtain around us as she leaned down to kiss me deeply.
I could taste myself on her lips, the intimacy making my head spin. Then she began her own journey south, pressing open-mouthed kisses to my chest, my abdomen.
"You're so hard for me." Her breath ghosted over my heated skin, making me shudder. "I love knowing I do this to you."
When she finally took me into her mouth, I nearly came undone. The wet heat, the skilled movement of her tongue—it was almost too much to bear.
"Fuck, Aoife." My hands fisted in her hair, careful not to use force. "Your mouth feels incredible."
She hummed around me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body. I willed myself to remain still, let her set the pace.
"I need you." My voice was rough when she pulled away, trailing kisses back up my body. "Need to be inside you."
"Then do that," she whispered against my lips, eyes dark with want. "Fuck me... Or maybe I’ll ride you."
“No,” I said, shifting our bodies. “I’ll do this.”
I positioned myself at her entrance, feeling her wetness.
“Too gentle,” she protested. “Get to it.”
"Shut up and look at me." I waited until her eyes met mine before pushing inside slowly.
She was so tight, so perfect that I had to pause to catch my breath. "Christ, you feel amazing. Like you were made for me."
"I was," she gasped, adjusting to my size, nails digging into my shoulders. "Only for you. Always for you."
I began to move, cautiously at first, then with increasing urgency as she matched my rhythm. Her breathy moans drove me higher.
"Harder." Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper. "Don't you dare hold back. I need all of you. Now."
I gave her what she wanted. Deep, powerful strokes that had her crying out with each thrust, pleasure coursing through us both like electricity.
"Yes." She sobbed against my neck, nails raking harder down my back. "Just like that. Shit, you feel so good. Fuck me…"
But even lost in her warmth, part of me remained aware of what she’d overcome and how careful I needed to be. I slowed my pace.
"Stop holding back." Frustration flashed in her eyes. "I can feel you restraining yourself."
"I don't want to hurt—"
"You won't." She pushed at my chest until I rolled onto my back, then followed with fluid grace. "But if you're going to treat me like I'm made of porcelain, then I'm taking control."
She positioned herself above me and sank down in one smooth motion. The sensation was so intense that stars exploded behind my eyelids.
"Much better." She began to move with deliberate rolls of her hips, head thrown back in ecstasy.
Watching her ride me was possibly the most erotic thing I'd ever experienced. Breasts bouncing with each movement, mouth open around breathless moans, her body tensing up, stretching, hips gyrating...
"You're so deep like this." Her hands braced on my chest for leverage, muscles rippling beneath her skin, she kept a punishing rhythm. "I can feel every inch of you."
I reached up to cup her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers until she cried out in pleasure-pain. Her pace increased, becoming impossibly more urgent.
When she grew too wild in her movements, I couldn't resist letting my hand come down sharp against her arse. The crack echoed through the room.
"Easy." My voice was rough with arousal. "I want this to last."
She gasped, eyes widening, but her movements became more deliberate. "Again," she breathed.
I obliged, palm connecting with her skin in measured slaps that had her moaning and moving with renewed urgency.
"Touch yourself." My voice broke, and I could barely let the words out. "I want to … watch you come apart … on … my cock."
She obeyed without hesitation, hand sliding between our bodies. The sight of her pleasuring herself while riding me pushed me perilously close to the edge.
"That's it, beautiful." I gripped her hips, helping guide her movements. "So perfect. My perfect woman."
"I'm going to come!" Her inner muscles began to flutter around me, her breathing ragged. "Oh God, Alexander, I'm going to—"
She came with a scream that echoed off the walls, body convulsing above me as pleasure crashed through her. The sight and sensation triggered my own release, and with a roar, I followed her over the edge, spilling myself deep inside her.
We collapsed together, breathing hard. I pulled her close, pressing kisses to her hair, her temple.
"I love you." My voice was rough with emotion. "So bloody much it terrifies me."
She turned to look wide-eyed at me. "I love you too," she replied softly after a moment, fingers tracing lazy patterns on my chest. "Even when you're being ridiculously overprotective."
I pulled my shirt over her shoulders, then tugged on my jeans before covering us both with a blanket. We lay in comfortable silence, watching dust motes dance in the fading sunlight, while our mutual declarations hung in the air around us, wrapping us like an ethereal cocoon.
Three little words that changed everything for us.
Tomorrow we’d face the world, but today, there was only us.