Page 55 of Cillian

Traffic had been light enough to commit to the time I had promised, as I replaced the old peonies with the new ones, deciding to shower before I ran into Queenie. The smell of dinner dressed the air, as I made my way to the kitchen, surprising Queenie when I pulled up her dress, disappointed not to find what I’d been looking for.

“Oi. Where’s me purple?” Surprising me when she slapped my hand away.

“I was going to freshen up after dinner.”

“Mmm…you are my dinner.” I pulled her in, mounting her lips like a savage beast.

“Baby, let’s eat first, okay?” Her attempt at being polite right now meant it wasn’t the time.

“I just wanted to kiss you, you sexy woman.” Smacking her on the bum, it got that little laugh I loved out of her. When it came to cooking, she knew what she was doing, so to save her some energy, I set the table and pulled her seat out. She’d outdone herself, serving a country ham, fried okra, mac and cheese, with her American version of biscuits. If we ever got a fulltime maid, we’d have to discuss what we were going to do about her cooking, because I was positive I couldn’t live without it.

Talks at the dinner table consisted mainly of what we both did for the day, as the mention of her treating herself to a pedicure made me instantly want to see. We talked business, or at least the parts she was comfortable with, as before long, we were cleaning up and I was drying her washed dishes.

It was a nice dinner. Amazing food, good conversation, good wine. I was just happy to hear her voice all the things she did today that she thought would bore me. She could never bore me.

After the last dried dish hit the rack, deciding that I could no longer contain myself, I lifted her frame over my shoulder, as it was the quickest way to get to the bedroom.

“Cillian, I haven’t even changed yet.” I threw our bodies on the bed, pulling her on top of me so she couldn’t go very far.

“At this point, I don't even care if you're wearing something fancy. I just want you in nothing at all.”

“I just…need a minute. I wanted to look nice.” She stared at me through those big innocent eyes. Reminding myself what Bellamy had told me, making her feel beautiful was the first step. I needed to work on my patience.

“You always look nice to me, but tonight’s about you as much as me. So, take as long as you need. But don’t keep me waiting long, you sexy woman.” She practically had to peel me off of her to let go. She disappeared in the bathroom and I’d nearly stripped off all my clothes before I thought against it. She’d probably think I just wanted to go at it if I wasn’t wearing much, so I opted to stay in my trousers and let us go from there.

I reached over to make sure the condoms and lube were in reachable distance, stretching out over the mattress awaiting her presence. My heart sunk into my chest at the sight of the purple garter, stockings and bra hugging each curve of that beautifully shaped body. How could I have ever not desired a woman like this until now?

At first, she didn’t move past the threshold, as it took me reaching out to her to get her to follow me on the bed. “Shit, you’re fucking beautiful. Come here.” Leaning in for a proper kiss, slow and gentle, like we were recreating our first real one, I lead her to the bed with me.

“I can see that you’re nervous. So, we don’t have to. I’m okay with doing it the regular way if you’ve changed your mind.”

“I’m still open to it.”

“Okay. Just tell me if I’m ever going too fast for you, or if it’s a discomfort you can’t handle. I wanna make things nice for you.”

“You’re so sweet.” She cupped my face, before reaching in to kiss me. Pulling me in with her thigh, I was surprised at how bold she was getting when she guiding my hand to her pussy. She was already wet but it was my favorite place to touch, and could stand to get wetter.

“Mmm,” I moaned into her mouth, working my fingers through her juices and sliding across her clit. “I love you,” said in a lazy, lustful haze.

“Mmm…” As she started to clench at my fingers soaking themselves inside her.

“You love me?” Wanting to see how far she’d gone, as she was already coming undone on my fingers. She gave a quiet little “mmmhmm.” I’d waited long enough before I snaked down her heaving body.

Normally I didn’t just jump into eating her pussy so soon into messing around, but she was nervous and an orgasm between lovers never made anything worse. “You’re so pretty,” I said, kissing each of her inner thighs, as I slipped off her knickers.

“Pretty eyes.” Kiss. “Pretty skin.” Kiss. “Pretty everything.” My last words before my face dove into her silken folds. Without hesitation, her hands met each side of my face, as she peered down at me tasting her.

“Mmm…” she mewled, wriggling and writhing at my dancing tongue. My mouth knew her body. It was instinctive how to make her come at this point, as I wasn’t taking my time with this one.

“Mmm…baby, I’m about to come,” her breathing losing its control, her hips moving to the rhythm of my bobbing face.

“Come baby,” a demand muffled by pussy in my face. “Come like my little whore on my tongue.” I pushed her legs back to her chest so she couldn’t fight it, not that she was trying hard, her hands made sure I wasn’t going anywhere either.

Sloshing and sucking, licking and learning, it wasn’t long before broken moans and whimpers filled the room. “Mmm.” Wiping the moisture from my beard. “That was fast. Figured you’d give me a few more minutes with you before you came.”

“You shouldn’t be so good at it,” she teased. “Did you want to just start?”

“I’m always ready. But I know you need more time. How about I just touch it for now. If you don’t like being touched there, we don’t have to keep going.” I offered, a compromise that appeared to relax her.

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