And exploded.
And exploded.
I was so far gone, it was just Dair and me and my orgasm, and that was all I wanted it to be.
Forever.
Dair fucked me through it, and he didn’t stop fucking even when his grunts turned into a long, hot groan, his hips bucked without rhythm, his hold on me grew dizzyingly, delectably painful, his head snapped back, and I knew he was coming.
I was nuzzling his jaw while he came down because he’d buried his face in the side of my neck.
And I knew it had left him when his grip disappeared, but his hands started skating gently over my skin.
This seemed to take a while, and I hoped that indicated his climax was even minimally as awesome as mine.
Eventually, he took his weight from me by rolling us to our sides.
But he didn’t stop trailing his hands all over me.
And he caught my gaze.
“Only thing on this planet I’d be willing to abandon a bacon and brie piece for is a good, solid fuck with my woman in my bed,” he declared.
Good God.
He was just so…Dair.
“Well, that was flowery and romantic, Sir Galahad,” I replied.
He grinned unashamedly at me and palmed a handful of my ass.
Totally so Dair.
“What’s a piece?” I asked.
“Sandwich,” he answered.
Ooo, bacon and brie sandwiches.
“What kind of bread did you use?” I asked.
He started chuckling and took advantage of his clutch on my ass to pull me closer to him. “Love it ye like your food, hen.”
“Thrilled, Dair, but you didn’t answer my question.”
That was when he burst out laughing.
Then he rolled to his back, pulling me on top of him.
And finally answered, “Baguette.”
“Are they done?”
“Aye.”
“Can I go get them while you deal with the condom?”
His body shook me with his continued mirth. “Aye.”
