37. Fiona #2
Eventually, I turn off the water and step out of the shower, reaching for a towel to pat Cormac’s wounds dry.
Already the bruises along his cheek and ribs are starting to darken, so I do my best to be as gentle as possible.
“Fiona,” he rasps when I drop to my knees to dry his legs.
“Yes, Cormac?”
As I look up at him under my lashes, a pained expression crosses his face, but this time I know it’s not from the bruises.
I’ve tried my best to ignore his erection while I clean him up, but it seems that’s not what Cormac wants.
He reaches out to gently tuck my hair behind my ear.
When I part my lips, he sucks a breath and moves to cup the back of my head.
I keep my eyes on him as I slowly lean forward, trying not to smile as I watch his eyes widen as I take inch after inch into my mouth.
As I swirl my tongue around the tip, his head falls back as I suck him deeper into my mouth, moaning at the salty taste of him.
“Fuck.”
I hum as I move to wrap my hand around the base of his cock and squeeze.
He’s so big that I can’t take all of him, so I settle on working the base with my hands as I suck on the head.
Cormac moves his other hand to my head, and I let him slowly guide me up and down, letting me know exactly how he likes it.
“You’re doing so well,” he praises as I release my lips with a pop.
I lick my lips. “You taste so good.”
“Yeah?”
“Mmm…”
“Come here.” He takes his cock in his hand and guides it back into my mouth.
As he starts to move his hips, I have to brace my hands on his thighs to keep myself steady, but Cormac takes it slow, letting me know that even though I’m the one on my knees,I’m in control.
“You have no idea how beautiful you look.”
I smile up at him as I run my tongue along the length of his shaft.
“Fiona.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“I want to take you to bed.”
I don’t argue. I let him lead me into the bedroom but force him to settle back against the pillows so I can straddle my thighs on either side of him.
My tongue darts out to lick up a drop of water on his abdomen. “What do you want?”
“I want to be inside you.”
When I hesitate, Cormac takes me by the chin and pulls my mouth up to his.
I can’t help but moan as his tongue slides against mine, so I don’t fight.
I settle my thighs on either side of him and reach down to take his cock in my hand.
“If it gets too much—”
I gasp as Cormac squeezes my hips and forces me lower until his cock dips inside me.
He lifts his hips, forcing me to take another inch. “Trust me, right now I’m feeling no pain.”
I automatically brace my hands on his chest to steady myself but quickly pull back.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry!”
“You can’t hurt me, Fi.” He digs his fingers into my hips.
I’m not convinced, but the more I lower myself onto his cock, the less rational I’m able to think.
My head falls back on my shoulders, and my eyes flutter closed as I lose myself in the feeling of him stretching me.
“That’s it,” he murmurs once I’m fully settled on his cock.
“Mmm…” I roll my hips.
Cormac lets out a hiss, and my eyes fly open, wondering if he’s in pain.
But when we lock eyes, there is nothing but hunger in them.
I roll my hips again and smile as he grits his teeth.
“I love making you feel good.” I roll them again.
He strokes his hands over my hips. “You do such a good job of it.”
My cheeks flush at his words.
I stay like that for a moment, letting my body fully relax before I slowly lift myself off his cock, whimpering at the sudden emptiness.
“Fuck,” he groans as I lower myself back down.
“Is that okay?”
“It’s more than okay. It feels fucking incredible.”
I make sure to take my time just in case, watching Cormac’s face for any hint that he’s in pain.
He keeps his eyes on me, watching me with such intensity that my cheeks burn. He makes me feel stripped down and bare, but in the best way.
I want him to see every part of me, just like I want to see every part of him.
I roll my hips backward and forward, moaning as his cock brushes against my inner walls.
Only when the ache between my thighs becomes almost unbearable do I slowly start moving myself up and down on his cock.
“Oh, fuck,” I choke as my pussy clenches around him.
Cormac groans. “Keep going. Just like that.”
He keeps his hands on my hips, guiding me as I start to bounce up and down.
I reach up to cup my breasts as my nipples are so hard and aching. I moan as I pinch the tight buds, and Cormac’s grunts of approval have me quickening the pace until our breathing becomes ragged.
“Come here,” he growls.
His fingers sink into my hair, and he pulls me flush against him.
I gasp into his mouth as he starts to thrust his hips, his cock hitting me so deep that I can barely catch my breath.
“Cormac,” I whimper as I bury my face in his shoulder, letting him take over.
“I know, baby.”
He holds my head against his shoulder as he fucks me.
I try my best to keep up, to push back with every thrust, but as my pleasure builds, it’s all I can do to remember to breathe.
“Fiona,” he groans as he pounds into me so hard my eyes roll.
“I’m coming—” I choke.
Cormac’s mouth finds mine as we both climax, and I cling to him as he empties himself inside me.
Once I’ve cleaned us both up, I climb back into bed and rest my head on Cormac’s chest.
He falls asleep almost instantly, the exhaustion quickly pulling him under.
I stay awake longer, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing, grounding myself in the fact that he’s there, that we made it home.
Sleep eventually starts to tug at me, but even as it does, I can’t shake the feeling that tonight wasn’t the end of anything.
It was the beginning.