“You’re so sweet,” he rasps, pulling back just enough to speak, his breath hot against my clit. “Like fucking honey. This pussy was made for my mouth. Clench around my tongue again. Good girl, taking it so well.”
I obey, my walls fluttering as he plunges his tongue back inside. He adds a finger, sliding in deep and curling upward. He pumps it slowly at first, letting me adjust, then adds a second, stretching me. The way he scissors them, rubbing that ridged front wall, has me writhing.
“Cillian, I’m—fuck, I’m close.”
“Not yet,” he commands, slowing his thrusts. “You come when I say. Hold it for me. Show me how obedient you can be.”
His dominance sends a thrill through me, mixing with the building pressure. I nod frantically, biting my lip to stifle my pleas. He rewards me by latching onto my clit again, sucking hard while his fingers fuck me faster, deeper. His thumb finds my entrance alongside his fingers, pressing just right, and I can barely stand it.
“Please,” I beg, tears pricking my eyes from the intensity. “I need to come. Need your mouth making me come all over your tongue.”
He hums approval, the vibration pushing me to theedge. “Come for me now, Nora. Soak my face. Let me drink every drop from this greedy little pussy.”
His words shatter me. Orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing. I scream his name, thighs clamping around his head as waves of pleasure rip through me. My walls pulse around his fingers, gushing wetness that he laps up greedily, prolonging the bliss until I’m a trembling mess.
He doesn’t stop right away. His tongue gentles, lapping softly through the aftershocks, drawing out every quiver. Only when I’m boneless does he ease back, kissing the inside of my thigh tenderly. His lips are swollen, his chin glistening with my juices, and the sight is one I never want to forget.
“You’re incredible,” he says, voice hoarse with restraint. “So responsive. My perfect wife. I’m gonna fuck you all night long.”
He crawls up, hovering over me. His skin is fever-hot. His heart pounds against mine.
I turn my face into his neck, overwhelmed, inhaling his scent—sweat and musk and me.
“Are you alright?”
I nod into the hollow of his throat. And then I say it. I tell him what I’ve known for a while now, “I love you.”
I’m not really surprised when he responds, “I love you too, baby.”
Cillian
I wake to sunlight and the sound of waves. Nora is curled against me, her head on my chest, one leg draped over mine.
This. This is what I want every morning for the rest of my life.
She stirs. “Morning.”
“Morning.”
We make love again, lazy and sweet. Then breakfast on the deck.
The day stretches ahead, unstructured. No meetings, no obligations.
We walk on the private beach. Nora takes off her shoes and walks in the water. I watch her—the way the sunlight catches in her hair, the smile on her face.
“You look happy.”
She turns to me. “I am happy.”
The words settle over me like a benediction. When it’s us alone, without the weight of my world, she can be happy.
I splash her. She shrieks, splashes back. We play like children, chasing each other through the shallows. We end up kissing in the water, her body pressed against mine, both of us laughing.
Back at the house, she reads while I nap on the couch, my head in her lap. She runs her fingers through my hair, and I drift in that space between sleep and waking, content.
I love her so damn much it hurts.
That evening, I grill us steaks. They turn out better than expected.
