For the rest of our life together—what looks like might be a very long life together—I will spend every moment doing whatever it takes to make her happy and show my love.
I know dawn must be coming, but I lie awake with her warmth snuggled against me.
Ofcoursemy cock hardens when she shifts position against me in her sleep.
Dammit.
I softly sigh, but like hell am I going to reach down and take care of myself and risk disturbing her. She needs her rest.
Except she shifts again, and then her hand brushes me, and I realize she is more awake than I thought. Only then do I hear her breath and pulse quicken as she wakes up and finds herself draped over me.
Her violet eyes gaze down into mine. “I love you, Sir,” she whispers.
Yesss. This is wortheverything. I stroke her hair. “I love you, too, girl.”
Her lips slant over mine and she starts trying to squirm out of her clothes.
Being the helpful chap I am, I hook my fingers in the waistband of her borrowed trousers, and she’s soon naked from the waist down. The heady scent of her arousal immediately hits me, even before she wiggles into position and impales herself on my cock. She’s wet and ready for me, her body warm and welcoming and her sweet moan as she fully seats herself on me makes me twitch inside her.
Instead of controlling this, I’d rather savor the feel of my girl using my body. My emotions have been whipsawed from jubilation to despair over the past couple of weeks, and I just want tobeandenjoythis.
She stops kissing me only long enough to sit up and whip the shirt off over her head before she leans in to kiss me again. I could spend forever just doing this, tasting and teasing her. It feels like I’ve never kissed anyone before, and she makes me welcome the wonder exploring her body brings me. My hands settle on her hips, and while it’s tempting to work in some of her overdue spankings right now, I’d rather her father and Zuzu not hear that.
Slowly, she rises and falls, her gaze meeting mine and growing darker with every languid stroke. I knead her flesh as she rides me, skimming my hands up her sides, to her breasts, where I run the pads of my thumbs over the tips of her nipples. They pebble under my touch and she bites down on her lower lip, softly gasping, her wet heat fluttering around me.
Cupping her breasts, I squeeze, playfully at first, then digging my fingers in to gauge her tolerance. More than the average human woman, that’s for sure. Except now I know she is anythingbutaverage. Squeezing harder, I feel her clenching around me, her breath quickening.
“More, love?” I ask.
She nods.
I pull her down so I can suck her nipples, graze my teeth over them without piercing her flesh yet. I want to feed off her sweet blood. I want to leave bites all over her breasts, along her inner thighs, mark every sweet spot on her body so her every memory is of me and my love for her.
Yet, I hold myself back. I don’t want to weaken her before the crossing home. We’ll have ample time to experiment after our return. But I do suck hard, leaving love bites all over them, pinching her nipples with my fingers and enjoying every soft, mewling sound I can draw from her.
Eventually, I flip her over and kiss my way down her body so I can spread her thighs and bury my face there. Her fingers twine in my hair and I don’t even mind the sharp tugs as she grips me and grinds her pussy against my mouth. I lap up every bit of her I can, my tongue teasing her clit, sliding it inside her and drawing breathless, sweet gasps from her.
Wrapping my fingers around the tops of her thighs to hold her in place, I graze my teeth over her clit, forcing myself not to bite, to feed, just playfully nip and suck. That kicks her over the edge and makes her come.
But I’m not finished with her yet.
I ease up, lightly licking, flicking with my tongue, not letting her push me away, until she’s once again squirming and eagerly grinding on me.
This time, I don’t let her come. I sit up and let her push me back onto the bed, so she can go down on me.
Holy fates, the woman’s mouth isperfection. I lace my hands behind my head and watch her, her gaze on me even as my cock disappears between her lips. She swirls her tongue around the head, tracing every line and ridge, flicking the tip along the slit and playing with my pre-cum. I want to grab her head and fuck her mouth, which is exactly why I keep my hands right where they are.
I refuse to rush.
There’s no desperation in our passion now, other than building desire and chasing pleasure. She feels like she’s all here, with me, in every way, without her mind trying to pull her in other directions and dividing her focus.
Eilidh’s all mine, and I won’t have to say good-bye to her any time soon.
My persistent fears of losing her to time versus turning her can finally be put away, so I can do nothing but love her.
I know she would eagerly suck a climax out of me, but before I get too far along I pull her up and let her ride me again. She does so with purpose, like she’s quickly closing in on her pleasure, so I watch and wait and enjoy the ride. Because, believe me, Iamenjoying it ever so much, the simple pleasure of making love to the woman I love because it’s perfection, and not with purpose.
Her eyes grow darker, intense, and faster than I realize she’s doing it, she leans in, tips my head to the side, and her teeth sink deep into my shoulder.
