Chapter 8
Eight
EILIDH
One minute we were kissing on the couch, the next Fyfe picked me up and carried me into my bedroom. Seconds after that we were naked.
Fyfe lowered himself to my bed and pulled me onto his lap to straddle him. I dropped my gaze to his cock as it pushed insistently against my belly. He was impressive as he swelled under my attention. I was at once turned on and a little curious to how Fyfe planned to fit that monster inside me.
His arms tightened and I pressed my lips to his, our kiss charged and erotic.
My fingers threaded through his hair as I pushed against his erection.
Fyfe’s fingertips glided down the curve of my waist, across my belly, and down between my legs.
I moaned into his mouth as he pushed two fingers inside me, the moan turning to gasps as he pumped in and out.
His lips trailed down my chin, my throat, my chest before they danced across my breast and closed around my nipple.
I threw my head back on a groan of pleasure as the pull of his mouth shot streaks of heat from my breasts to between my legs. So wet. I was so wet. The only time I’d been this turned on was with my vibrator in one hand and my imagination in the other.
I clasped Fyfe’s head to me as he sucked and licked my nipples. My hips undulated against the thrust of his fingers inside me.
I was panting loudly now, his name falling in encouraging pleas for more as the tension inside me increased.
It tightened and tightened and tightened until I tensed upon the precipice of release.
Fyfe scraped his teeth against my nipple and quickened his fingers, and just like that I shattered around him.
My inner muscles clenched around his fingers as if trying to trap him inside. “Fyfe!”
The orgasm was long and spectacular, and I could barely catch my breath as it eventually faded. I trembled as I sagged against him, satisfaction weighting my limbs.
Fyfe lifted my head off his shoulder, taking my chin in his hand to bring my lips to his. He pressed a sweet kiss on them. “I think you’re ready for more.”
I nodded. “So ready.”
He kissed me again, hungry and dirty, all tongue and mouth fucking. His confidence and innate eroticism were shocking in the best way. He broke the kiss to demand, “You’re going to take every inch of me, baby.”
I reached for his cock, curling my hand around its impressive width, my grip firm as I stroked and squeezed him until he flexed his hips into my touch, his expression slack with pleasure.
“Eilidh, fuck, Eilidh. Put me inside you. I want your sweet pussy wrapped around me.”
I gasped with arousal at his filthy words and lifted myself up onto my knees, so excited I knew before I even guided him inside me, I was drenched enough to ease his way considerably. I slowly lowered myself back down.
“So wet.” His grip on my hips was painful. “Fuck, you want this. You need this.”
“I do. For so long,” I panted, feeling overwhelmingly full.
I clutched Fyfe’s broad, hard shoulders, watching the way his teeth gritted and his eyes darkened as his dick slid snugly inside me. He growled, tipping his head back as I lifted myself up slowly, torturously.
His eyes flashed open. “Ride me, Eilidh. Or I’ll make you.”
“Make me.” I licked teasingly at his lips.
He grabbed my hips and brought me back down. I couldn’t move, pinned over his cock, and it was so exciting, I was afraid I was about to come again. “Oh my god!”
Taking control of the rhythm, Fyfe fucked me from the bottom. I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing us flush so my hard, swollen nipples rubbed against him as I rode him.
We gasped against each other’s lips, our grips tightening as we soared toward climax.
“Come for me, Eilidh,” Fyfe demanded. “Squeeze my cock, baby.”
I nodded on a whimper as I neared climax. Fyfe slid his hand between my thighs, and his thumb pressed circles around my clit.
The sensation was too much. I stiffened, arching my back as the orgasm exploded through me.
“Fuck,” Fyfe gritted out, a hoarse shout falling from his mouth, his fingers digging into my hips as he jerked up in one last hard thrust. I felt him swell even thicker inside me before he throbbed and his hot, wet release filled me.
“Oh, fuck.” His chest heaved against mine as I collapsed on him, my head burrowed in the crook of his neck.
Fyfe’s cock continued to pulse as my inner muscles quivered around it.
When our breathing calmed, he warned, “We’re not done.”
With ease, he lifted me off his dick and gently lowered me to my feet. Then he stood, towering over me, his wet cock still semi-hard. “Now you can sit on my face so I can taste you like I’ve been fantasizing about tasting you for months.”
My belly clenched at what he described. “Uh, yes, please.”
He grinned at my enthusiasm, and I wondered about his newfound attitude. Fyfe seemed to have shed all of his hangups about us being together. I wanted to question it. But I wanted Fyfe-induced orgasms more.
A few seconds later, Fyfe was sprawled on the bed, growing harder by the minute as I crawled up his beautiful body.
I’d never done this before. Of course, I’d had boyfriends put their mouths on me, but I’d never done it this way.
It seemed so visceral and filthy, and I was here for how turned on I was merely thinking about it.
My legs shaking with anticipation, I smiled at his smug smirk as I raised my hips over his face.
Fyfe guided me over him.
I felt his tongue thrust into me, and my back bowed as I gripped the headboard and undulated into his hungry exploration. His fingers were bruising on my hips as my pants and cries for more filled the bedroom. His tongue was magical, licking and fucking and sucking until I was mindless with need.
I shattered, and Fyfe pulled me harder on his mouth, voraciously eating up every second of my orgasm.
Then, I was on my back and he was over me, his hands squeezing my breasts, his face a mask of so much need and desire, he looked almost angry with it.
His thumbs stroked my pebbled nipples. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever been with.
” His right hand disappeared between my legs as he held my gaze and slid two fingers into my slick heat.
“Beautiful here too.” His breathing escalated.
“You feel fucking amazing.” He groaned the last word as he prodded between my legs with his hard, hot length and thrust into me.
I cried out, my hands gripping his back, my fingernails biting into muscle as Fyfe fucked me. Our gasps and groans and the wet drive of his cock turned me on as much as the realization that Fyfe Moray was inside me—
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP BEEP! BEEP!
My eyes flew open.
Confusion flooded over me as I stared up at my bedroom ceiling.
What the …?
I sat up, feeling the sweat slickening the back of my neck.
No Fyfe.
A harsh, almost painful throb pulsed between my legs as reality came crashing in.
I’d just had the most vivid sex dream I’d ever had in my life.