That the paintings fired her up made them the most expensive porn imaginable, but because she got it, becauseIgot it, it just made everything that much fucking hotter.
As her thumb carefully burrowed into the tip of my cock where pre-cum had gathered, she bit my bottom lip and rasped, “Declan?”
“Yeah,” I breathed. “I love you too.”
She sighed and melted into me, absolutely merged with me like water into water.
Her body turned into silk, and I was more than happy to be covered by her.
I grabbed her wrist when she started for my balls, and I twisted us over, not stopping until she was under me and I was looming over her. I grabbed both her hands, pinned them over her head, then rasped, “I wanna fuck you on your knees,a ghrá, but if you utter a single sound, I’m gonna stop.”
Her eyes flared wide before they narrowed with suspicion. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me,” I rumbled, pressing a kiss to her mouth and letting my tongue flicker over the ripe curve of her Cupid’s bow.
She stopped wriggling against the mussed sheets, and I moved down, down and down, until my lips could whisper over her nipples. I sucked on them, lathing them with my tongue, flicking the tips until she was squirming against me even more. Smirking against the nub, I bit down a little harder than she expected, which had a guttural squeak escaping her that was quickly cut off.
Letting my mouth trace along her curves, I found the faint indents on her belly. The stretch marks, the scar, and I kissed them all. Tasting the flesh with my tongue, thanking her, silently, with each caress.
When she started wriggling again, evidently wanting me to head further south, I arched up, bounding away from her, and she sat up in surprise, her hand reaching for my arm as she hugged me to her, not letting me move away.
“What did I say about making noise?”
She pressed her forehead into my arm then whispered, “You make me feel too much.”
The despondent words shot through me like a shockwave.
There wasn’t anything she could have said that could have messed with me more, and I was on her again, faster than lightning followed thunder as I pushed her into the sheets. I grabbed her legs, spread them wide and high, then took a hold of my dick and rubbed it against her bare pussy.
As I nudged her clit, her back arched against the bed, and as I slipped inside her, she hissed as her muscles grew tense with the abrupt penetration.
Slowly, I fucked her. Moving further down, leaning into her deeper and deeper so her muscles could get used to the stretch and I could get farther into her pussy.
I swore, if I could crawl inside her, I totally fucking would.
Groaning as she took all of me, I cut off the noise, well aware my kid was apparently in the know about our bedroom games, so I tried to keep things on the down low. But fuck, the feel of her, the heat, the goddamn pressure, and just knowing it was Aela. At. Long. Fucking. Last. I began to slam inside her. I had no choice. No alternative. My dick tunneled into her, filling her all the way, keeping her full.
I reached between us, my thumb on her clit as I made sure she soared as high and as hard as I was.
Letting her take my weight, I leaned over and covered her mouth with my hand as I pounded into her hard enough for the bed to shake, and when she bit down on the fleshy part of my palm, I hissed as the rapture broke through me like a million fucking fireworks that were sent from above in a glorious light show that proved just how much she was it for me.
As her pussy pulsed around me, I spread her legs, hooked them high around my waist, then collapsed on her. Within seconds, her arms came around me, and she held me close.
And before I slumped totally into her hold, I reached for the tag that signified way too much—and none of it good—and kissed it.
She sighed as my tongue traced the letters, and her mouth brushed my temple as she whispered, “I love it when you fill me with your cum.”
I groaned and rumbled, “I love filling you with it.” Letting her arm relax against the sheets, I pressed a kiss to her throat before I managed to twist us over so she was on top of me, and holding her close, I whispered, “Now go to sleep.”
“Like I was the one who kept us up,” she teased drowsily, but seconds later, she drifted away.
And so did I.
Some parts of my world might be up in the air, but that was how it worked in this life. Somehow, at the end of the day, knowing she was here to come home to, that Seamus was seated at the kitchen table doing his homework, made it all a helluva lot more bearable.
It was everything I never thought I’d have, and everything I’d always wanted.
This life… well, it wasn’t all bad, was it?