25. Kerry
Kerry
I’m already planning Amy and I’s next trip together.
I think a visit to this cottage should happen at least once a year.
But there’s other places I think Amy would love to visit, in Ireland and beyond.
There’s a whole wide world that Amy hasn’t seen, even within her own country.
I’m sure she’d like to visit Lily in Russia at some point.
That would be a hell of an interesting visit. I’ve never been to Russia, and it might be good for business, too. I’m sure Alessandro would approve. Not that his opinion really matters to me. All right, maybe it matters a little. But Amy’s happiness trumps his preferences easily.
This day with Amy has been one of the best ones I’ve had in a long time. Not since my mam died. I’ve never felt anything so right, being here with her. I love Dublin, but there’s a part of me that wishes Amy and I could disappear to the cliffs of the coast and leave it all behind.
Taking frequent trips here will have to suffice.
I’m not sure how long we spend out on the balcony talking. We finish off the bottle of wine and a good portion of the snacks. Our conversation doesn’t wane even as we clean up and head to bed.
It only slows when exhaustion hits us as we climb into bed. It’s been a long day.
Amy turns on her side, propping her head up on her elbow to look at me. “What’s the plan for tomorrow? More sight-seeing in Cobh?”
I trail a finger down the slope of her neck.
“Maybe. I was thinking we’d have a slow morning in bed, doing whatever we want…
” A smirk lifts my lips as bumps raise on her skin and she shivers.
“And then maybe we’ll go to the beach to stroll, swim, whatever we wish. Then another night out in Cobh to eat.”
Amy’s eyes are heated as she absorbs my words, but I can also see they’re slightly red from being tired. “That sounds like a lovely day.”
I lean down and kiss her nose. “Yes, which we’ll enjoy very much after a good night’s sleep.”
Her lips turn down in a slight pout. “All right, then.”
I chuckle and kiss her, just a brief brush of our lips.
“Sleep, love.” I turn over and shut off the lamp on the bedside table, plunging the room into darkness.
I wrap my arms around her, drawing her close to spoon her.
I know I’ve made the right choice in insisting we sleep when I hear her breathing slow shortly after.
I breathe in the scent of her hair, soaking in her presence in the creaky old bed, my eyes growing heavy as I’m lulled into sleep.
The next morning, I worship her in the morning, and don’t worry about my own needs, even though she protests. I’m not sure she’s learned her lesson yet.
The next few days are some of the best of my life. We spend hours on the beach just lounging around, listen to live music at pubs in the evenings, and sleep in late. It’s inevitable that my face finds its way between Amy’s thighs in the evenings.
Our last morning in Cobh, I make her come three times on my tongue. Her pink cheeks are beautifully flushed, a playful smile on her lips. She sits up to kiss me, a thing she seems to enjoy doing after I’ve eaten her out. The quiet, sweet girl enjoys the taste of herself on my lips.
When she breaks the kiss, she sighs. “I guess we should get ready to leave, huh? I don’t want to. It’s so peaceful here.”
I arch a brow. “We have plenty of time before we need to be back.” I place two fingers to her collarbone and push her back down, making her eyes widen.
“I think you’ve learned your lesson, sweet leannán.
” I hear her breath catch as I settle between her legs, letting my hardening cock nestle there in my briefs.
I can already feel her warmth and wetness there, and feckin’ hell, it makes my cock weep for her.
She raises her eyebrows as she looks up at me, her hair spread out around her like a halo. “You’re going to let more than just me have pleasure, then? Finally?”
Laughter spills from my lips. “Finally, hm? I assure you, love, I’ve been enjoying myself quite thoroughly.
I’ve always been right where I’ve wanted to be.
There’s no lovelier place than my head between your thighs.
” Her legs instinctively tighten around my hips at my words, as if they needed to tell me, in their own way, that they liked that, too.
My hand tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “Such a pretty girl.”
Amy smiles and holds eye contact with me as I say it, not shying away from the compliment.
There’s many great joys in my life, most of them involving Amy in some shape or form. One of my greatest delights is seeing her get more comfortable with me. It’s the greatest honor I’ve ever received, and I don’t know what a fecker like me ever did to deserve it.
I lean down and kiss her, grinding myself on her until I feel her wetness seep through the fabric of my briefs.
I break away to pull my t-shirt over my head and yank off my briefs.
I can feel her eyes on me, admiring me as I grab a condom wrapper from the nightstand.
I lean back down to kiss her again as I roll it on.
She’s already moaning as soon as I rub myself through her folds. I grind against her until we’re both panting, and then I dip down to finally sink into her.
I don’t regret focusing only on Amy’s pleasure. I’d do it all again in a heartbeat, I’d do it for months on end if I needed to. Whatever it took to make Amy understand how wonderful she was and how much she deserved. I’d planned on going a lot longer, even.
But that doesn’t mean that I didn’t miss this.
Being intimately connected with her, feeling her pussy squeeze me in ways only she could.
I love being on top of her, looking down in her eyes.
That’s the thing about my face being between her thighs, I can’t really see her facial expression as she feels all of the pleasure I’m giving her.
I tease us both by dragging out of her at a glacial pace before pushing in just as slowly. I think this is what heaven must feel like, the glide of her around me. Only when the edges of Amy’s beautiful eyes crinkle with the pain of needing more do I increase my pace.
The old bed makes a symphony of sound, creaking, the headboard hitting the wall, the rustle of blankets.
Those sounds join the delicious ones that our bodies are making, skin against skin, the wet slide of my cock.
“We need to get you on different birth control, leannán. I need to feel you without a barrier.” I grunt as I lean over her, keeping my pace steady.
Amy nods, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. I take that as a good thing, and move faster. My lungs burn, but I barely notice, too wrapped up in her. In every sound she makes, in the feel of her legs around my hips, in her pulsing pussy gripping me.
“I want a future with you, Amy. A home with love and comfort, just like this cottage always was for me. I know you’ll make any house we live in a home.
Because that’s just how you are, and you mean everything to me.
” Amy looks up at me as I ramble on about how wonderful and beautiful she is, my heart overflowing with praise for her that I can’t seem to keep in.
I’m nearly bowled over when she comes, tightening around my cock. I’m swelling and spilling into the condom before I can even fully realize what’s happening.
We lay there and pant for a minute, basking in the post-orgasm glow and enjoying just being close. I kiss all over her cheeks and nose, making her giggle. I linger, not wanting to be parted from her, but she huffs. “Your skin is sticking to mine. Off, please.”
I gently slide myself out and roll over to take care of the condom, and Amy shudders, but this time not in pleasure. I grin as she scrunches her nose up and scratches at her arms. “Should I be offended?” I chuckle, not seriously upset by any means.
Amy’s face softens, brows pinching with worry. “No! Not at all. That was just…an unpleasant sensory experience there for a second.”
I chuckle and round the bed to lean down and kiss her forehead. “Never change, leannán. Never change.”