I wanted him something fierce. My whole body thrummed with desire, quivering and needy.
“Let’s rinse you off.” He angled me once more so that one of the many sprays could sluice my sex clean. His hands helped with that, brushing over my pussy, teasing apart my lips. When he dipped his finger, my breath caught and my hips arched.
“That’s it. Ride my finger,” he murmured as he dipped his head to latch onto a nipple once more.
I moaned at the dual sensation. Aroused beyond belief. And close to peaking.
“If you don’t get inside me, I’m going to come without you,” I warned.
“Don’t you dare. I want to feel your orgasm on my cock,” he growled as he spanned my waist with his hands and hoisted me, high enough I could loop my legs around his waist. And before you thought I had experience doing it like this, I didn’t. No guy ever had the strength to hold me up for sex. I’d always thought that was something reserved for movies.
But Cillian had no difficulty keeping me aloft. His hands firmly and easily kept me in place. My fingers dug into his shoulders as the tip of him teased the entrance to my cunt. I sucked in a breath when he started to push in.
He went slow.
Stretching me with his girth.
Filling me with his length.
And when he was fully seated, he kissed me and whispered, “Now you can come.”
I almost did at his command. I certainly quivered, and then gasped as he pulled out and slammed back in.
Oh yes. I tightened around him holding him deep, fighting with my pussy muscles to keep him sheathed. He retreated and thrust. Seesawed in and out. Stroked my pleasure. Spun my desire. And when I felt myself clenching in climax, I could either scream or bite.
I chomped his shoulder as my orgasm rolled through me. Clamped hard. Tight. Broke flesh. And he roared.
Roared as he joined me in coming, his hips jerking hard one last time to sink as deep as he could go.
I don’t know how long we stood locked together, breathing raggedly. It might have been nice to stay like that forever, but I didn’t want to wrinkle like a prune so I whispered, “Now that I’m clean, wanna fuck in your bed?”
He did—after he ate my pussy and made me cross-eyed with pleasure. But I got him back, giving him an epic blowjob that literally had his eyes rolling back. I’ll admit, knowing his age, and most likely experience, it was kind of gratifying.
After our third orgasm each, we snuggled, and it was so damned nice, I never wanted to move, but Cillian nudged me. “It’s after midnight.”
“More like three am,” I stated glancing at the bedside clock.
“Do you know what that means?”
“You turn into a pumpkin?”
His chuckle made me smile. “It’s Christmas.”
“Indeed, it is. Is this your way of asking for a present? I’m ready to go again.” I reached for his cock, but he rolled out of the bed.
“Not yet, naughty wench.”
Wench. So old fashioned and sexy. “Does the old man need time to recuperate?” I teased.
“I was going to ask if you wanted your present.”
“Yes!” I screeched only to have my lips turn down. “Fuck. Maybe not. I don’t have a gift for you.”
He dove on the bed and dragged me close. “I’d say you’ve given me the greatest thing any man could ask for.”
“My blowjob was pretty epic.”
His laughter emerged rich and deep. “I meant more that you’ve reminded me what it’s like to feel alive. Before I stumbled across you, I went through the motions. I worked. I ate. I slept. And then I saw you?—”
