Standing close, I caught a whiff of the Pond’s signature fragrance, which had been massaged all over her, and lost all sense of reality.
Desire swallowed my brain as I struggled to find the words. I took her into my arms, and although she tried to wiggle out of my grip, I held her close to me. Our hearts hammered together, as I buried my nose in her hair and breathed her in.
While holding her, I pulled away to gaze into her eyes, and her body softened in my arms. Like magnets, our lips touched. Her luscious mouth on mine brought out the beast in me. I went in hard. Devouring those lips like someone starved. Lust flooded my body.
She pushed me against the wall, and while I smothered her tits with my hands, she was undoing my zip. The next half an hour was an orgasmic blur. We clawed at each other’s clothes. My dick was so hard and dripping for action that I knew it wouldn’t take long to come.
My heart pumped like crazy, as I smoothed over her warm, soft curves.
She went to stroke my throbbing dick. “Careful. I haven’t fucked for a long time.”
We both seemed to need this badly—like we’d been starved, and the entrée was too delicious not to wolf down.
I parted her legs. She was soaking wet. She flinched.
“Okay?”
“Mm… please. Fuck me.”
I placed my tongue between her legs and sucked, licked, and lapped her up until she was pulling at my hair and moaning.
I entered her in one desperate thrust, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. Hair stood up at my neck, and the rush of sheer hot pleasure threatened to make me lose it. I tried to take it slowly, but I was too hot and aroused.
Her hips tilted up to take me in deep. We both moved together in a smooth, passionate dance. Her arse in my hands, I pounded into her. She was hot and slick. My dick seemed to grow bigger inside her.
It didn’t take many thrusts before I surrendered to a rush so intense, I had to bite my lip to avoid yelling. We both came and cried out at the same time. Her fingernails dug into my arms. I’d missed that pain.
I’d missed everything about her—especially how she made me see stars and the way her tits rubbed against my chest. Her sensuous lips parted. Her eyes were hooded.
Cian started to make gurgling sounds as I held her tight while panting.
“He probably thinks you’re murdering me.”
“What?” I untangled from her arms. My mouth dropped open, and she giggled. “But he can’t see us, can he?”
Mirabel brushed her hair away from her face as she got up from the couch and went to see our baby. “I’m sure he can’t.”
She was so gloriously naked, I couldn’t stop ogling her.
“What just happened?” she asked, crossing her arms over her tits.
I took her hand and made her sit down next to me. “We just had hungry sex.”
She cracked a smile. “It doesn’t mean that I forgive you, though.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I drew her close. “Come here.”
Chapter 31
Mirabel
TheadorarockedCianinher arms. “He’s such a lovely baby.” Her face lit up with a big smile as she stared at his tiny face.
“Isn’t it he? I’m so blessed.” I lounged back on a leather couch, admiring the stained-glass windows splashing a rainbow of light throughout that large room. I took a bite of moist orange tea cake, delighting at its tangy flavour. “How far are you?”
“I’m around three months now. Cian will have a little cousin around the same age. That’s so nice.” She tickled his nose, making him smile.
I remained quiet.