It feels like I lose sense of who I am, too.
A wave of pleasure hits my body so hard that I’m shaking and bucking against Cillian’s tongue.
My back arches, my face turns up towards the fairy lights, and for a second, I’m seeing stars.
I don’t even realize that Cillian has pushed me off him until he’s sitting next to me, one arm slung around my shoulders.
We’re leaning against the bench and I can feel the thick carpet sooth my sore back.
He glances at me, but my breathing is still coming in erratically.
It’s only then that I realize he hasn’t even taken off his boxers.
Before I can make a joke about it, his lips come down over mine. We kiss long and deep, but it takes a few seconds before I realize that I’m tasting myself.
I pull away at the realization. “I’m sweet.”
“You certainly are,” he laughs. “I knew you would be.”
I glance down at the noticeable bulge that’s pressed up against the front of his boxers.
“It’s not polite to stare.”
I can’t help it. My cheeks flush with color.
A ridiculous reaction, considering his tongue was just inside me. But it’s hard not to blush when he’s looking at me like that.
“Sorry.”
He laughs louder. “It’s okay,” he says with a sigh. “I’m used to being treated like eye candy. It’s the curse of being beautiful.”
I shake my head at him. It’s becoming a habit.
His eyes twinkle.
And I feel my confidence recover slowly.
I reach out and place my hand on his cock. I can feel him throbbing through the thin fabric and a new crash of excitement consumes me.
I stroke him through his shorts and watch carefully as his eyes close and his mouth pops open in a small O of pleasure.
His fire stokes mine. My fire stokes his.
And despite the coolness of the night, my skin is burning up.
I want more of him. I need more of him.
I push him back against the carpeted floor and pull his boxers off.
His cock springs free and I almost shriek at the sight of him. He’s thick, veined, and hard as rock.
Once I’ve thrown his boxers to the side, I wrap my hand around his thick shaft and drink in the sight of his pink head. There’s a tiny drop of pre-cum at the very center and I lick my lips instinctively.
But I’m nervous to go there.
My experience is limited, and if I’m going to give him head, I want it to be as amazing for him as his was for me.
Instead, I slide up on his hips and position myself just over his cock.