Her entire body quivered as it tensed, and I watched her face with help from the moonlight as pleasure consumed her normally weary features. She was struggling to breathe as I kept driving into her. It wasn’t long before she came again, this time closing her eyes as her mouth hung open.
I pulled my cock out of her, then quickly fisted it in my hand. As her eyes opened, I began to stroke myself. While I could come right here and now, I wanted and needed more, especially if this was the last time we would see each other until classes returned at the end of the summer.
Her dainty hands reached up, and she brushed mine away with hers. After, she pushed me down and took her spot atop me for a change. When I looked up at her and our eyes met, she smiled before slowly moving down my body. Seconds later, she wrapped that luscious mouth of hers around my cock, then sucked me deep.
The moment I nudged her throat, I nearly came. She wanted to suck my dick, which was something I would never deny her. “That’s it, Anamchara. Suck me until I’m ready to come.” Reagan refocused her efforts on that task, and I slipped one hand under the back of my head, then used the other to pull and tug on her hair as she worked my cock. “That mouth of yours should come with a fucking warning label.” I could feel her smile around my shaft, and I closed my eyes, trying to take this all in. I needed to savor every second.
It didn’t take long for her to have me ready to climax. I could come down her throat, but I wanted to come inside of her instead. Quickly reversing positions, I moved back between her legs. I leaned in and nipped at her clit and lower lips before thrusting my aching cock back inside of her. This time, I raised both legs of hers, then fucked her hard. Each thrust had her whispering my name, and the moment she tightened around me, I knew she was about to come for a third time. They did say it was the charm, so the moment she surrendered, I did as well.
“Fuck, Reagan, milk my fucking cock because every drop is yours.”
She wrapped her arms around me like her legs were, and I thrust inside of her a few more times until she had squeezed every drop of cum from me. Afterward, I was a bit light-headed, as I suspected she was, and I rolled off her before pulling her into my arms.
There was an added intensity to what we had done tonight, and I knew the reason why. This was likely the last time we would see each other before he left for the summer with all the other kids. I used to pray for that time to come, but for once, there was something that even the beauty and solitude of nature couldn’t surpass. I never had anyone I wanted to see here, and now I would know what it was like to miss someone.
“I love you so goddamn much, Anamchara,” he said to me as he pulled me onto his chest.
“My heart...My soul...Every part of me is all yours, Cillian.”
“We’re soulmates,” he told me, and I smiled against his chest. Whether he said it while climaxing like he had a few minutes ago, or even in our everyday text messages, the endearment warmed me from within.
Cillian had saved me from the crass and imbecilic guys who attended this school at the beginning of this school year, and he kept rescuing me from them even now. Thankfully, they would all be gone too, so I could focus on my family. According to the last physician Rowan had seen, she was likely going toneed another bone marrow transplant, and with me being her previous donor, I could already foresee a trip to the city in my summer plans.
It was the only reason I was glad Cillian would be back in Ireland. The last thing I wanted or needed was for him to find out about my family. He had no idea that my sister was my twin, or that I had selfishly stolen all the healthy cells back in the womb. The doctors had told me over the years that it didn’t happen that way, but nothing they said could ever convince me otherwise. The last thing I wanted Cillian to do was find out who I really was deep down.
“Why the tears?” he asked me, and I hadn’t even realized I had started to cry until I looked down and saw a few drops on one of his nipples. “It’s only for the summer, and we do still have another week and a half here before I have to go.”
“I’m just going to miss you so much,” I said in a partial lie. While it was a given that I would miss him not being here, the tears had been more for my sister.
“I’m going to miss you more. How am I going to get through a single week knowing that at the end of it, you won’t be here waiting for me at the pier? To know that I won’t be able to walk up and see you standing there in nothing but my T-shirt. To know that I won’t be able to remove it, then settle between your thighs as I bring you to an orgasm with my mouth, then my dick.”
“Cillian,”I warned as a familiar ache returned.
“I have to have you again,” he murmured to me as he ran one hand down my arm.
“Now?” I asked.
“Now,” he said as he slid out from underneath me. I half expected him to fuck me the same way he had before, but he turned me onto my stomach instead, then raised my lower body.The moment he got me on my knees, he lined his still hard cock up, then slammed into me.
“Cillian, fuck...I?—”
“I can’t be gentle right now. I need you too fucking much. Just hold on, and I’ll try to make this as good for you as possible.”
“You always do, Cillian. Fuck me the way you need to, and I will...” my words cut off as he did as I asked, and all ability to formulate a coherent thought disappeared, much less the ability to do anything more than clutch the blanket in my hands as he drove into me.
Cillian’s groans were music to my ears, and something I wanted to remember about him once he was gone. As is, the only relief I got when we were apart was during my showers when I would remember every word he would say as he fucked me, and use it to help me get myself off. While a poor substitute for the real thing, it was still effective.
“I’m about to come, Anamchara. I want you to come with me,” he said between groans. As if he wanted to make sure that I did, he reached around me and began to strum my clit with his fingers. “That’s it,” he urged as my orgasm snuck up on me, and I began to come for him.
Cillian’s quickly followed and several minutes later, he had me back in his arms again. This was normally the time when I would make a hasty retreat back to my cottage, then entered in the walk of shame I would feel as soon as I hit those steps. My mother worked so many hours at the school, then so many more with my twin. Meanwhile, I was out here being selfish once more.
“I need to go,” I said, and started to get up, but he pulled me back down.
“I know, but give me a few more minutes,” he responded.
“It’s already so late, and?—”
“I’m just asking for a few more minutes. This is the last time we’ll be like this for months. Sleep...Your mother...Everything can wait a little while longer.”
