My breasts stung.
Ass thrummed.
Pussy throbbed.
And he moved inside me, the fit so unbearably tight that the slightest movement sent shockwaves of sensation through my womb.
Arching his back, he tucked his thighs under mine, swept his thumb across my clit, and released one of the clamps.
My hands flew to the back of his neck, my gasp lost in the pleasure of the tiny bite of pain.
His mouth and tongue laved away the sting of first one, then the other.
My ears filled with the roar of the winter surf.
Heat and pressure surged with every push of his body inside mine.
His name, a chant on my lips, I dug my fingers into his ass to hold him to me.
I gave him everything, my body floating away.
He would give me this.
Lips, teeth, tongue, his grunts vibrating against my mouth, I cried out with my release, and milked every exquisite drop from him as his hips jerked to a stop and his muscles quaked above me.
One hand tangled tightly in my hair and the other whipped off my blindfold as he covered my face in open-mouth kisses.
Love in his eyes, his heart so clearly in my hands.
His devotions complete.
31
Dropped
Therewasnowarning.
No build-up.
No date on the calendar.
No anniversary.
No sign of anything coming at all.
The swim meet went off without a hitch.
My dad convinced me to bring Daire to family dinner citing a rather pointed conversation with my brother.
We ate.We played cards.We laughed.We hugged everybody goodbye.
Daire drove us home and made love to me in what I now considered our bed, finishing with his weight braced on his elbows, his hands gentle in my hair, his eyes on mine.
His ‘I love you’ plain even for me to see though neither of us had offered the words.
Still.
I woke with a weight on my chest that fairly pinned me to the bed.
