Page 122 of Wildest Dreams

My voice is teasing as I drawl, “Damn, it’s tiring being this big.”

Aisling throws her head back into the pillows with a giggle before saying, “Oh no, you’re tired? We better get to sleep then.”

“Did I say that I’m tired? I meant that I’ve never been more awake.”

She laughs into my neck as I tangle one of my hands up in her hair.

“Seriously, I don’t think I’ll ever need to sleep again. Ever.” She peeks up at me and I press a kiss to the warm apple of one of her cheeks, nuzzling into her hair as my digits tug more firmly at her panties. A silent question, looking for her instructions.

“I can’t believe that you got me fairy lights,” she whispers, and I pull back a couple of inches so that I can glance up at the headboard, the string of bulbs that I bought from the mom-and-pop home and electric store in town wrapped as neatly as I could get them around the ornate wood.

When I look down at her and see her pretty smile shimmering in the faint glow of the bulbs, my heart clenches tight, so in love with everything about her.

“Thought you might like ’em,” I reply gruffly.

“I love them,” she whispers back.

I avert my eyes, pumping myself a little, before resettling my palm around her hip and pressing my forehead down on hers.

“Do you still wanna…?” I rasp quietly, watching her hand as it roams over my chest, squeezing at the large muscles and getting me excited.

“I still wanna,” she whispers back to me.

I hook two digits under the side of her panties, a pair of skimpy as fuck lace ones. A pair that was in her basket that day in the lingerie store.

I shove my tongue in my cheek as I give them an experimental tug.

One good yank will tear these things clean off her pussy.

My eyes meet hers, her pupils almost as wide as mine.

I clear my throat. “Can I take off your panties?”

She bites into her lower lip. “Do you have protection?”

“Yeah,” I grunt immediately. My gaze rakes down to her belly, tongue swiping over my lower lip. “You’re not on the pill?”

She hesitates for a beat before whispering, “I’m not on the pill.”

I grunt and close my eyes.

Something about the fact that she’s unprotected makes me fucking feral.

I nod my head and raise onto my haunches, quads splaying between her thighs. I caress her hips, scanning the room for wherever the fuck I threw my jeans.

“Condoms are in my wallet. I’ll grab ’em.”

She gently brushes her fingers over my cock, laying hard and heavy against her belly.

I clench the muscles in my jaw and start reciting the names of all the States.

“Okay,” she whispers, “go and get them.”

I lunge off the bed, sheets tangling around my feet as I grab my wallet, tear out the condoms, and half-sprint back to where Ash is giggling, fixing the sheets into place before climbing back on top of her.

I toss all but one of the condoms onto the bedside cabinet, ripping the foil packet in two before grabbing my dick with one hand and rolling the rubber into place. Aisling giggles and gets up onto her knees, letting me kiss her deep as my palms slip her panties down her thighs. By the time that I’ve tugged them off her ankles I’m so ready to see all of her, to be inside of her, that I’m almost growling.

I grip my palms into her bare behind, massaging her roughly as I pull away. “Can I look at you?” I rasp, eyes closed, waiting for the green light.

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