He slipped his index finger inside her warm sheath, biting back a groan at how tight and hot she was around his finger, and slid it gently in and out of her until he felt her begin to relax around his finger.
He added a second finger, and soon she adjusted, allowing him to increase his pace. Her hips lifted to match his thrusts, and soon they were bucking wildly.
Sensing how close she was, he lowered his head and flicked his tongue against her throbbing bud. Her moans grew louder, the sound like music to his ears.
Her back arched off the bed as she climaxed, but he held down her hips, lapping up every drop of her ecstasy till she went limp, her legs quivering around his head.
He kissed his way down her thighs as she shuddered beneath him, nibbling on her creamy skin until her breathing evened out. She looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, and he kissed her again.
She brought her hands up to curl around his neck, and her thighs wrapped around his waist.
“What are ye doing, Talia?” he asked, surprised.
One hand left his shoulder, moving down his chest to cup his cock through his breeches where it nestled against her warmth.
“Ye keep denying me what I truly want, Darragh,” she said, stroking her hand up and down his cock, which made it hard for him to think. “And I want ye. All of ye.”
“I daenae want to hurt ye, Talia,” he whispered, biting back a groan. “If I take ye now… I daenae think I would be able to control meself.”
She squeezed him firmly, which had him gasping.
“I daenae want ye to hold back, Darragh,” she insisted. “I want ye now.”
He kissed her then, hands moving quickly to undress himself, only pulling back when he needed to remove his boots and breeches.
She watched him, eyes going wide now that he was fully naked. Her appraisal had him squaring his shoulders, but he climbed back into bed with her, kissing her till he felt the tension leave her body.
“If ye want me to stop, Talia,” he said softly as he lined himself with her entrance, “Ye only have to tell me, and I will.”
“I daenae want ye to stop, Darragh,” she gasped when he pushed into her. “Make me yers.”
He gritted his teeth as he fed her inch by slow inch until he was fully seated inside her. She squeezed him so tightly that he ached to move, but he held still, kissing the tears off her cheeks.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured.
“Daenae stop,” she whispered, running her hands up and down his back.
“Are ye sure?” he asked, looking into her eyes.
She nodded.
He kept his eyes on her and pulled out to the tip, then slid back in, keeping his strokes slow, even though it nearly killed him. Her eyes widened as he began to move, her mouth falling open as little gasps escaped her.
He kept his pace slow and even until he felt her relax, and she kissed him. He increased his pace then, swallowing her gasps.
He felt the pressure build at the base of his spine and knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back his release. He lowered his hand between them and stroked her bud, loving how her head rolled back.
He felt her release before she screamed it out, and her spasming inner walls milked his out of him. He groaned into her hair as he spilled his seed inside her.
“Are ye alright?” he asked eventually, looking into her face.
She nodded, grinning brightly, her eyes half-lidded.
He smiled, rolling off her to pull her into his chest. She rested her head against his chest, breath slowing.
He smiled again, knowing that he would have the pleasure of her warmth in his arms for the rest of his life.
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