Page 56 of Cillian

Sitting up, I lathered a generous amount of lubricant on my fingertips, gently turning her on her side to massage her pucker. “That okay with you?” Searching her eyes for discomfort.

“Mmmhmm.” She nodded.

“You sure?” In time, she let me slip a finger in. Leaning over her torso, I pulled her breast out of her brasserie, sucking her nipple until it pebbled in my mouth. When her opening clenched, I asked if I was moving too fast but my little darling assured me she was just trying to relax more.

“You know from the first time I met you. I couldn't help but think of all the despicable things I wanted to do to you.” Leaning in from behind to kiss her. “But you're so much better than my fantasies because you're fucking real and you're good for me. So, I want to be good for you.”

Withdrawing my fingers, I guided her to sit on her hands and knees, so I could get a better angle.

Outside of her face, there wasn’t a more beautiful sight. Deciding I hadn’t had enough pussy to eat for one night, I leaned in and teased her folds with my mouth, only this time, ran my tongue across her pucker.

Combining a sinister combination of eating her pussy and teasing her backside, only resulted in whimpers and muffled sounds of both our pleasures. Kissing the cheeks of her bottom, she seemed confused that I was nudging her to sit on her back.

I needed to see her face. With something like this, her tensing body wasn’t enough. “Tell me you love me, baby.” I slipped out of the rest of my clothes, as Queenie’s trust-filled eyes bore deep into mine.

“I love you.”

Squaring my hips above hers, I prepared my cock with the condom and lube, as I widened her thighs apart further and did the same to her pucker.

It was strangely quiet. Nothing to distract us but our breathing maybe the occasional smack of my mouth leaving her breast. So when I finally pushed inside her she gasped, digging her fingernails into my forearm.

“You're okay.” I leaned in, kissing her cheek. “I'm not going to hurt you,” as her tight little arse gave the head of my cock a little hell, but taking my time with it, she tried to relax.

“Please don't drift from me. Stay in the moment with me,” I begged, coaxing her to open her eyes. So long as I was patient, she accepted each stroke, looking deep into my eyes.

She reached for my hands to hold for comfort her. I'll be honest, it was starting to feel better than I thought it would. It could never replace pussy for me, but it was certainly one of those acts of submission that felt made for me.

It was going well, but in time, I may have pushed her too hard, as just as I was enjoying it, she pushed against my chest, begging for a break.

“Did I go too fast for you, baby?”

“Maybe.”

In an instant, I withdrew, slipping off the condom and tending to her needs. “What can I do for you, Queenie? Do you need me to kiss you? Cuddle you? How can I make this better?”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t handle it.”

“Don’t be sorry,” I kissed her on the cheek. “We said we’d try it. We tried it.”

“I think I was just nervous.” I cuddled in, peppering her shoulders in kisses.

“It’s okay to be nervous. But my goal was never to hurt you, so I need to be better at taking my time.”

She rolled on her side, placing her arms around me. “You were perfect. Sweeter than I thought you’d be. So, I’m open to trying again. Just…maybe not tonight?”

“Of course.” I planted a kiss to her forehead, breathing her in. We sat in silence for a bit as she basked in my warmth and I just held her. She was so quiet, I thought she’d fallen asleep.

“Cillian?”

“Hmm?”

“Did you take that condom off?”

“Mmmhmm.”

“I’m open to doing it how we normally end the night.” Her hand reaching in for my swollenness.

“You sure?” I asked, kissing her forehead again, inching back on top of her, as she guided me inside of her. A light whimper came when I plunged all the way in, but she leaned in to kiss me, assuring me she was okay.

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