She writhes in my arms, searching for friction over our clothes. Her legs are wrapped tightly behind my back, my hands planted firmly on her ass, but she still doesn’t feel close enough.
“Fuck, angel. I need to be inside of you,”I groan against her lips.
“I need you, Killian,” she replies, and something slots back into place in the centre of my chest. Those words falling from her lips are enough to completely unravel me.
I slow my pace, laying her gently on the bed. Pulling back, I hover above her and allow myself a moment to take her in. I soak in her beauty, trace the freckles over the bridge of her nose. Her hat is long gone, forgotten in our haste to get to the bedroom, and her dark curls fan out around her, a stark contrast against the light blue bedsheets.
I’ve dreamed of this moment.Wishedfor it. It’s almost surreal, seeing her in my bed, in my room, in the room that was meant to be ours, in the house that I builtfor her.
It feels right.
I pull her t-shirt over her head and lower mine, bringing my mouth to her breast and pulling her puckered nipple between my teeth and playing with the metal bar.
I can’t believe she pierced them.
Hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
“These fucking tits,” I growl.
Her back arches and a breathy sigh falls from her lips. The sound is like a siren to my dick, and the painfully hard muscle twitches behind my zipper, begging to be released.
Not yet.I haven’t touched another woman in four years. I want – no, Ineedto savour this moment. To drag it out for as long as I can before daylight comes, bringing reality and the consequences of our actions with it.
Right here, right now, in the dim light of my bedroom, nothing else exists.
There is no past.
No unanswered questions.
No grudges.
Just her and me.
“Killian,” she whines, her hips searching.
“I know, angel. We’ll get there soon. Just let me enjoy you.”
“I can’t. I need to…” she pauses.
“Need to what, angel?” I ask, my mouth hovering over the goosebump riddled skin on her stomach.
“I need to feel you. I need you to touch me.”
My brave girl.
Telling me exactly what she wants.
I pop open the button on her jeans, my fingers skimming her lower abdomen and driving her crazy as I take my time pulling the zipper down.
Her chest rises and falls in rapid succession. Sweat glistens on her chest. Her pupils are blown wide with arousal. She couldn’t be any fucking sexier than she is in this very moment.
I tug her boots off and toss them aside before her jeans quickly follow, leaving her in nothing but the pink lace thong covering her swollen clit.
Needing to taste her, I bury my head between her thighs and run my tongue up the length of her core. Her knees drop open, completely unabashed, a long moan falling from her lips.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this pretty pussy, Dais. You have no idea how long I’ve dreamt of this moment.”
“Oh, God. Please,” she pleads.
