I’d done the twist while stroking his cock by accident close to our beginning, but I added it to the festivities when I heard the noise he made when I did it.
I was thoroughly enjoying this, so much that…
Dang it.
I needed him to fuck me.
“Dair,” I breathed.
He heard it, I knew it, when I lost hold because he turned, tossed me onto my belly, kneed my legs apart, settled between them, and slammed inside me.
My head flew back, that felt so damned good.
“Honey,” I panted as he thrust into me, fucking me into the bed.
His arm snaked under me, and he drove his thick dick home before he got up to his knees, taking me with him, and kept hold of me with an arm around my hips as his finger on his other hand went to my clit. He started working me there too as he resumed driving inside.
“Oh God,” I moaned, powerless to do anything but feel all the good he was giving me and fist my hands in the sheets, this being one part of many why this was so good. “Dair!” I cried out as my orgasm scoured through me.
His thrusts went faster and harder as I climaxed around his cock, whimpering into the bedclothes and trembling in his hold.
And even as I drifted down, my body jerking as I kept taking his cock, I got off on it. The sound of his grunts. Our flesh slapping together. His dick filling me, stretching me.
He went even faster before he slowed, groaned, and through his glides, he came inside me.
I got off on that too.
It was Friday.
We were in Dublin.
He had a match to call tomorrow.
And suffice it to say, considering Dair made me take frequent breaks with the heating pad, my back was all better.
He pulled me off him, rolled me to my back, and, starting just above the hair between my legs, he licked, sucked, nipped and kissed a line up my body, my throat, over my chin to my mouth where he kissed me deeply.
I so fucking loved this man.
And I was so fucking his good girl.
When he broke our kiss, he brushed our noses, then used his to slide along my jaw, before he asked in my ear, “Ye all right?”
“Do you mean my back?”
He lifted his head.
Before he could answer, I said, “Because you can’t mean me after you got me off while holding me up from the bed with only one arm and fucking me stupid. Because I’m totally okay with that.”
He smiled, there was only a little smugness, mostly it was just happy, and that made me happy, then he said, “Aye. I mean your back.”
“Hunky dory,” I told him.
“My Blake, wearing ponchos and saying shite like hunky dory.”
I pulled a face.
He smiled again.
